"Hello, can you give me a ride?"
Michaela stood by the door of the Lamborghini. Because of the convertible top, she had an unobstructed view of the interior of the car. She looked at the supercar with envy and fantasized about owning one herself.
Because of her family, she has been exposed to cars since she was a child. Her hobby is car modification. However, she has no money and can only enjoy herself in a car repair shop.
"city center?"
Russell looked at Mikaela in confusion. According to the plot, she was supposed to sit on the Bumblebee and serve as the heroine of the vase for 2 consecutive episodes, until she made arrogant remarks and was kicked out by the director.
"Yes, can you please give me a ride?" Michaela clasped her hands together, raised her eyebrows and shot Russell.
"I have to say, your acting skills are really bad..."
Russell chuckled softly, pushed the car out of the car, and got into the passenger seat under Mikaila's puzzled gaze: "Would you like to try it, the pushing feeling of accelerating to 100 kilometers in 2.9 seconds!"
Pies fell from the sky. Michaela pointed at her face and said in disbelief: "Sir, are you serious about letting me drive?"
"Yes, I just heard the conversation between you and your boyfriend..."
"Not anymore!"
"OK, I just heard about the confrontation between you and your ex-boyfriend..."
"That's just a passerby!"
"Okay, I just heard the conversation between you and passerby A. He said that you are only suitable for playing bumper cars." Russell pointed to the driver's seat: "I think he is right, so, do you want to try this bumper car? "
"YES!"
Michaela was so excited that she clenched her fist suddenly, fearing that Russell would regret it, so she quickly ran into the driver's seat. She adjusted her seat, fastened her seat belt, and groped back and forth on the steering wheel with her hands, her eyes shining like Sam.
After pressing the start button that looked like a fighter jet, Michaela suddenly paused: "Sir, if you do this, aren't you afraid that I will crash the car?"
“Aren’t bumper cars just for crashing?”
In an instant, Michaela felt her breathing stagnant and her heartbeat speeding up wildly. She blushed and dared not look at Russell again. She whispered: "If it crashes, don't blame me."
"It doesn't matter. If it gets damaged, just buy a new one."
Michaela's eyes widened, and her wildly accelerating heartbeat suddenly stopped. She never knew that a man could be so handsome!
In comparison, Passerby A, who has shit in his head, and Sam, who is walking on hormones, are just scum in a sea of people.
"Drive quickly. It's 10 miles from here to the city center. I'll time it for you."
…
Because the driving experience was so good, Mikayla didn't want to let go of the steering wheel. With Russell's permission, she returned and drove back and forth.
When the two returned to the city center again, it was already dinner time in the evening. Knowing that Russell lived alone and had to prepare dinner by himself when he returned home, Michaela volunteered to treat Russell to dinner.
Just by looking at the Lamborghini, you can tell that Russell is not a poor man. Michaela was too embarrassed to deal with it casually, so she made a special trip to a higher-end restaurant, which might cost her a lot of savings. But she thought it was very worthwhile. Let’s not talk about whether it was because of temptation or not. Russell’s attitude towards her alone made her want to make this friend.
Her mother passed away early, and Michaela grew up with her father in a very bad living environment. Her father repaired cars during the day and stole cars to repair them at night. Because he was afraid that she would have an accident if she was alone, he took her with him both day and night.
Later, her father was arrested and imprisoned, and she became a juvenile delinquent. Her childhood was miserable.
Michaela is far more precocious than precocious girls. She is lonely inside and extremely insecure, so that her aesthetics tend to be muscular men instead of handsome and wealthy playboys.
Liking muscular men is just a superficial thing. This kind of girl craves care and it is very easy to gain favor. First of all, give her enough respect, and secondly...just pamper her!
Congratulations to Russell, he inadvertently captured the heart of a girl. Although he was probably passing the time out of boredom, Michaela didn't think so. Being by Russell's side was extremely satisfying on a spiritual level.
"Well, I spent a lot of money on you this time. Next time...next time I will definitely treat you to a big meal." Michaela held the steering wheel and Russell was very gentlemanly when paying the bill. Once again, she felt caring and caring. She felt like she was addicted to the meticulous care.
"I should say thank you. Men are most handsome when they swipe their cards. Thank you for giving me a chance to act cool."
Michaela didn't think too much and subconsciously said what was in her heart: "No, you are also very handsome when you are not swiping your card."
"Thank you, you're charming too."
Michaela was extremely satisfied when she heard the words. It was just a polite word, but it made her heart tremble with sweetness. She asked in a trembling voice: "Russell, where is your home? I will take you back."
Russell: "..."
Girl, this is my car! Also, this is my line!
Facing Russell's puzzled gaze, Michaela said sheepishly: "It's too embarrassing to waste most of your time today and trouble you to take me home. I'll just take a taxi back later."
In fact, Michaela didn't want Russell to see what her home looked like. It was a two-story building made of simple panels, filled with auto parts and filled with the smell of engine oil.
Every girl will show her charm in front of the person she likes, and they will try their best to hide their sloppy side. This is human nature, especially a girl like Mikayla who has a slight past of inferiority.
Russell pointed at the night sky: "This is the American Empire. No one would be stupid enough to let a beautiful girl take a taxi home alone. You don't want to be on the headlines tomorrow, right?"
"But...but I..." Michaela sweated on her forehead, and she had an idea, and said far-fetchedly: "Actually, my father is holding a party at home tonight, the kind that only wears pajamas, and he invited a lot of those...those Woman...you know, I won't go back now."
Russell: "..."
Girl, Jeff told me, your dad is still in jail, is it really okay to let him take the blame? If word spreads, he will escape from prison!
"Well, don't mind going to my house first!" Russell paused and said to the embarrassed Michaela: "Believe me, nothing will happen."
It’s okay if something happens!
Michaela was a little entangled. On the one hand, she was looking forward to getting closer to Russell, but on the other hand, she didn't want Russell to think that she was a frivolous woman.
After struggling all the way, Michaela followed the address and came to the single-family villa community where Russell's family was located.
"A very beautiful house..." After parking the car and putting it in the garage, Michaela walked into the house, feeling a little bitter in her heart compared with her poor little home.
"It's okay!" Russell said casually. No matter how beautiful he was, he wouldn't be able to live there for long. He took Michaela up to the second floor and pushed open a room: "This is the guest room. There is a bathroom inside. There are disposable pajamas in the closet. , you don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it.”
"Haha, just kidding..." Russell raised his eyebrows: "My room is next door. Don't knock on the door in the middle of the night if you have nothing to do. It will be very dangerous."
After saying this, Russell turned around and was about to leave, when Michaela suddenly stopped him.
"Wait a moment……"
"What's wrong?" Russell tilted his head slightly, looking up at the ceiling chandelier at a 45-degree angle, secretly thinking that he had been pretending to be handsome all day, and it was finally time to reap the rewards.
If Mikayla pounces, will he take advantage of the situation or play hard to get?
In order to avoid alerting the enemy, he decided to go back to his room to wait for work and catch turtles in an urn in the middle of the night.
"Thanks!"
"Um?"
Michaela smiled: "It's nothing, I just wanted to say that."
Russell spread his hands: "Don't be so surprised, I thought you were going to throw yourself into my arms!"
"I have thought about it, but I know you will definitely refuse!" Michaela vowed, looking at Russell with eyes full of trust.
Russell: "..."
Try it. Why do you say that if you don’t try it?
"Well, see you tomorrow." Michaela closed the door, revealing half of her body and smiling and waving her hands.
"Speaking of seeing you tomorrow..." Russell thought of something and asked doubtfully: "Michaela, why didn't you go to work at the auto repair shop today?"
"Hey, how did you know that I work in an auto repair shop?"
"Why, Jeff didn't tell you. He recommended you to be my secretary, and I agreed." Russell pointed to himself: "I am the owner of the auto repair shop, which is also your BOSS."
"B...BOSS!?"
Michaela's mouth opened wide. She didn't know Russell was her boss until then. Before, she always thought that the boss of the auto repair shop was a fat, greasy middle-aged man, so when Jeff told her that she could change her job to be a secretary. , she refused, fearing that she would go to jail for over-defense.
"What, Jeff didn't make it clear?"
"No...he said it very clearly..." Michaela wiped the cold sweat on her head: "When Jeff said this, I didn't give him a clear reply. I'm thinking about it in the past two days."
"Very difficult?"
"Don't be embarrassed, I've already thought about it, and I'll call him back." Michaela slammed the door, opened her bag, took out her cell phone, and dialed Jeff's number.
"The number you dialed has been turned off..."
"Siht, you turned off your phone and went to bed at this hour. Do you think your hair will grow back if you go to bed early?" Michaela threw away the phone angrily and fell back and forth on the bed.
…
On the other side, there was also a person tossing and turning on the bed. It was classmate Sam. His eyes were bloodshot and he had insomnia.
The goddess got into Russell's Lamborghini, what's the point of his life?
However, the sleeping pills are too bitter, the gas is too smelly, the power strip cannot be unscrewed, the paper knife is rusty, the bathtub has not been cleaned for two days, and the lawn downstairs is too painful... There is no way, it is too difficult to die, so he can only continue to fight tenaciously. Stay alive.
"Where is Michaela now, at Russell's house? What are they doing, this, that, or that..." Sam covered his head and tried not to think about it, but the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, and then he made a sad discovery. , he couldn’t even imagine the picture.
"Damn it, I'm a master of theory..."
"Buzz! Buzz buzz——"
The familiar sound of a car engine came from outside the window. Sam jumped up from the bed and stuck his head out to see that his broken car, which was thought to be absolutely safe from being stolen, had been stolen.
"No! My car! My $4,000!"
