Chapter 1127 Send You Home



Xia He did not understand why Zhou Ling wanted to create such a scene today. Her last sentence sounded like a line spoken by villains in television dramas. Generally speaking, people who mouthed such lines did not end up with a good ending.

Sigh… Her good mood today was spoiled by another crazy woman again. Why was it that every time she went to the art troupe, there would always be a "mad dog" coming to bite her?

She must remember to bring a beating stick with her whenever she went out so that she could beat up any barking mad dog she met. There was no need to say anything. If she had to talk too much, it would only make her feel even more annoyed. If those dogs were too disobedient, she would just beat them up a few more times. With time, those "mad dogs" would know that they must avoid her.

Xia He left the art troupe dejectedly again. This time, Deng Fan did not hesitate. He chased after her and said, "How did you come today?"

"I'm going to have to disappoint you. I didn't bring a chauffeur today. I came by bus," Xia He said sulkily.

At this moment, she was not in the mood to be nice to anyone. She felt so annoyed. In the future, whenever she wanted to come to the art troupe, she must check if it was an auspicious day for her to go out. Why was she so unlucky every time!

"I… I rode my motorcycle. I can send you back," Deng Fan mustered his courage and said.

"My place doesn't seem to be on your way. Isn't your house nearer than mine?" Xia He asked curiously.

"Yes, but it doesn't really matter. Take it that I'm thanking you for sending me home the other day." Deng Fan started scratching his head out of embarrassment.

Xia He did not read too much into it and believed that Deng Fan wanted to return the favor. She patted Deng Fan's shoulder readily and said, "Let's go! Then I won't stand on ceremony with you! But you have to stay for dinner. We have a new helper at home. I hear that her culinary skills are outstanding!"

Deng Fan's motorcycle was one of those huge ones, and he seemed like a different person when he rode on it. He sped on the road like a streak of lightning.

Xia He hugged Deng Fan's waist tightly, scared that she would be thrown off if she let go. This was actually part of Deng Fan's selfish plan. He could enjoy this short period of intimacy when they rode at high speed.

When they reached Qiao Mei's house, Deng Fan stabilized the motorcycle before he let Xia He get down. After that, he went to find a parking spot. When he returned, he found Xia He sitting on the steps at the door, hugging the helmet and taking deep breaths. She looked a little pale.

"Are you… alright?" Deng Fan asked worriedly.

"I'm fine! You're so cool when you ride a motorcycle! It never crosses my mind that you know how to ride one! You're super cool!" Xia He said excitedly.

Deng Fan was a little flattered. He did not expect Xia He to like the experience so much. He originally thought that she would think that he was a lunatic.

"I just ride occasionally, not often. You don't look too well. Do you want me to help you into the house?" Deng Fan asked.

"I just don't get to ride a motorcycle often, so I'm not used to it. If I do it more often, then your speed is not a problem for me! However, I never imagine this is how you are in private. I always think that you have a similar character to my grandfather," Xia He said with a smile as she stared at Deng Fan.

Deng Fan's cheeks were a little flushed. He coughed twice to hide his joy and tried his best to ask calmly, "So what's your grandfather like?"

"He's fierce and doesn't smile. He must drink tea every day and he keeps drinking even after the tea leaves have been soaked colorless! Anyway, he's an old-fashioned and thrifty person," Xia He commented.

"I… I'm not too extravagant…" Deng Fan explained.

"Of course I'm not saying that you're extravagant, but how much is this motorcycle of yours? Actually, I rarely see anyone riding a motorcycle. Did you get it from out of town? My younger brother tried to fight against my father's objection for half a month but he still failed," Xia He said.

Deng Fan quickly waved his hand and said, "My father gave it to me. It's not worth much. I only ride it to the art troupe when I wake up late."

Qiao Mei leaned against the big pillar at the door and listened for a long time. The two of them were having such a lively conversation. This man was very delicate-looking. She thought that Xia He would not like this type, but perhaps Xia He had a change in taste? It was hard to say.

Just as Qiao Mei was thinking about these, she felt a sudden pain in her stomach and cried out, "Ah…"

Xia He immediately rushed to Qiao Mei and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? What's wrong? What happened? Deng Fan! Quick, call an ambulance! Save her!"