Quick Pass: Raiders That Man

"Yes, but not very famous." Bai Yumo blushed again, he looked at himself in the mirror, and at Feng Yun behind him, "Mr. Feng, you..."

"Fengyun, the seal of the seal, the cloud of the white cloud."

"I... my name is Bai Yumo, the white of Baiyun, the Yu of giving, and the ink of ink."

"Okay, that's a good name." Feng Yun straightened up, took the towel from the side, put it back after thinking about it, and finally found his coat from the closet, "Hey, just wipe it off."

"clothing?"

"Mine, the towels are not clean, and the clothes were just changed today."

"Thank you." Bai Yumo suppressed a smile and wiped his face with Feng Yun's coat.

Feng Yun crossed his arms and looked at him, then suddenly asked again: "Being a celebrity...is it difficult?"

"Ah?" Bai Yumo didn't expect Feng Yun to ask this, and after a few seconds of deliberation, he said, "It's quite difficult. You have to maintain your image in front of the public, keep your figure, and catch up on announcements, etc. .”

"That's right." Feng Yun said meaningfully, and then he looked at the blind, "Someone is coming."

"Well, how do you know..."

"Yu Mo, the car is coming soon, have you packed it?"

The manager opened the curtain and walked in, glanced up and down, and finally landed on Bai Yumo's sportswear, gasped, "Oh my god, your clothes..."

Bai Yumo looked down, and saw that there was a little bit of black motor oil on the white sportswear, maybe it was just a little bit at first, but it has faded away now.

It is estimated that it was just stained.

Bai Yumo smiled, "It's okay, just a little stain."

"Well, forget it, let's go buy another one later, fortunately it's not something to wear for an event." The manager sighed, and then the phone rang again in his hand, and he immediately walked out, "Hello..."

"Sorry." Feng Yun scratched his head, "How much is it, I will compensate you."

"It's okay, I was the one who insisted..." Bai Yumo blushed again.

He paused, coughed lightly and said, "Hey, do you have a pen here?"

Feng Yun took out a pen from his coat pocket and said with a smile, "Want to sign my name?"

"No..." Bai Yumo glared at him, not aggressively, "I'll write you my phone number."

"Oh...my mobile phone is next to me, why don't you just input it into the mobile phone."

Bai Yumo froze for a moment. It's not that he forgot this, but for some reason, he wanted to get in touch with Feng Yun more.

"Heh, write it on your hand." Feng Yun chuckled lightly, and stretched out his hand, "Here you are..."

Bai Yumo didn't speak, and pulled Feng Yun's hand with his lips pursed.

This is a wheat-colored hand, with slender fingers, blue veins protruding from them, thick calluses at the end of the knuckles, and a long scar on the tiger's mouth, and the palm is hot.

Not particularly pretty, but very sexy.

The forearm exposed by the short-sleeved overalls is strong and strong, and also has obvious blue veins.

"You didn't forget the number, did you?" Feng Yun bent down slightly, and a low and gentle laugh sounded in Bai Yumo's ear.

Only then did the latter realize that he was staring at the opponent's palm and forearm just now and was stunned.

"No, I thought about it just now!" Bai Yumo's neck was almost red this time.

He immediately wanted to write his number on Feng Yun's palm.

"Don't write it here, it will delay my car repair." Feng Yun tapped his wrist, "Write it here..."

"Okay, okay."

After a lot of trouble, Bai Yumo finally wrote down his mobile phone number. He capped the pen and put it in Feng Yun's hand, "Thank you, you remember, remember..."

"Remember to pay back?"

"Remember to call! I don't want your money."

"Oh." Feng Yun looked at Bai Yumo's angry eyes, and decided not to tease him anymore, "Okay, you should go."

"it is good."

"When should I call you? Tonight, tomorrow?"

"I'll be free tonight."

"Yu Mo, the car is here!" the manager shouted from outside.

"Here we come!" Bai Yumo replied first, and then bent slightly towards Feng Yun, "Anyway, thank you Mr. Feng for today."

"You're welcome." Feng Yun waved his hand.

He watched the black car leave, his eyes swept over the handwriting on his wrist.

call...

It seems that the kitten likes me very much.

"This car crashed a bit hard. If it weren't for the fact that there are no cars at this time, and it crashes into a tree, people will die."

"Why is the brake not good? I think it's all good. Are the brake pads thin?"

Feng Yun walked towards the white Ferrari, patted its roof, and said to the man who was buried in the driver's seat: "Let me see..."

"Okay, Brother Feng." The man wanted to straighten up immediately.

Feng Yun gave a "tsk", and put his hand on the top of the car door.

As soon as his head collided with his palm, the man let out an ouch, and after seeing the form clearly, he immediately showed a look of emotion, "Feng, Brother Feng! I love you, Brother Feng!"

"Damn it, get out of here." Feng Yun raised his hand as if to hit him, and the latter immediately returned to his hippie smile and left the place.

Feng Yun closed the car door, squatted beside the tire, then raised his hand, "Bright flashlight."

"Give……"

Feng Yun took the flashlight and looked obliquely at a 15° angle to the plane of the wheel hub to see the gap between the brake pad and the brake disc.

This is all by eye and requires some skill.

After watching four of them like this, Feng Yun lit the last tire, "The high-pressure oil brake pipe on the inside of this tire was slightly sawed by the hacksaw blade, and the brake fluid leaked out."

"Ah? Is this intentional?"

"Fuck, this, this is too vicious."

"Should we call the police first? This is a big deal after all."

"Don't call the police yet." Feng Yun said in a deep voice, "Let's tell that manager first. Didn't that person leave his contact information? Celebrities are quite afraid of such things."

"Oh, yes, yes."

"Hey, there is a bag in the back seat of the car. Did they leave something behind? There is still a mobile phone in it."

"Give it to me, I'll drive it there." Feng Yun stood up, "Don't fix this car, it will be evidence if you call the police."

"Okay, I'll give you something." A person handed Feng Yun the bag in the back seat of the car.

It is said to be a bag, but it is actually a packaging bag with clothes and mobile phones in it.

"Okay, you guys watch here, I'll be back after I deliver it." Feng Yun grabbed the blue overalls he had taken off in his hands, and then walked towards the repair shop.

The remaining four pushed the car into the factory, and then squatted outside in a row, whispering to each other.

"You say...Brother Feng is a bit too active."

"Well, kind of."

"He likes me."

"Fuck you, don't disgust us."

"Hey, he was protecting my head just now, how can this not be love?"

Without having to think about it, Feng Yun knew that these four idiots were playing tricks again.

He left his overalls in the back room, picked up his motorcycle keys, and called Bai Yumo again.

The latter was sitting in the car waiting for a red light, and was slightly taken aback when he received an unfamiliar number, "Hello, hello."

"I, Feng Yun."

Bai Yumo let out a small exclamation, and asked in a low voice, "Do you have anything to do?"

"Where are you going?"

"We're going..." Bai Yumo announced where he was going, and also said the current location by the way, "What's wrong?"

"There's a bag in the car."

"Bag?" Bai Yumo didn't react at first, but soon he remembered something and became a little anxious, and said in a low voice: "That bag, I forgot it, I, I need it for activities."

"Well, I'll take it there for you." Feng Yun stepped on the motorcycle, "Okay, I know."

Bai Yumo looked at the hung up communication, and the manager of the co-pilot in front asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing." Bai Yumo shook his head, put the phone in his pocket, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, his voice was very quiet just now. If the manager remembered it, they would definitely turn around and turn back.

Wouldn't that be a little selfish?If you ask Mr. Feng to deliver it, you will have to trouble him to ask for leave...

However, it is better to save the number just now.

Bai Yumo looked at the number on the phone, and quickly marked Feng Yun's note, then he copied the number and pasted it into WeChat, and a profile picture appeared.

He clicked on the big picture of the avatar, it seemed to be a random shot of clouds, not even the focus was right, it was quite blurry.

The WeChat name is the pinyin of Feng Yun.

He suppressed a smile and applied for the other party's friend.

The scenery outside the car window quickly passed by, Bai Yumo opened the car window, and let the wind mess up the hairstyle he just made today.

The agent told him not to mess up his hair in the co-pilot.

So Bai Yumo closed the window again.

It seems that as long as you wait for a red light, the rest of the way is also red light.

Bai Yumo watched the cars stop and go outside, and after an unknown amount of time, a handsome black motorcycle stopped outside his car window.

The owner of the motorcycle knocked on the window, a pair of dark brown eyes and slightly messy black hair were hidden in the helmet.

Bai Yumo was stunned, and immediately opened the car window, "Mr. Feng? I thought you would drive..."

"Things." Feng Yun handed the bag hanging on the handlebar into the car window.

At this moment, the red light turned green, the vehicle started slowly, and the friction car followed closely behind, maintaining a considerable distance from the vehicle.

"I'm sorry, I thought you would come by car. This, motorcycles are too dangerous."

"It's not dangerous." Feng Yun replied, "Then when the things are delivered, I'll leave first."

"Drive slowly on the road." Bai Yumo put his hand on the car window, staring at the pair of deep eyes under the helmet.

"Understood." Feng Yun waved his hand, "Come on, too."

After speaking, he turned to the other fork in the car, and his speed suddenly picked up.

The roar of the motorcycle gradually faded away.

When the manager saw the bag, he remembered it belatedly. It's not his fault.

In fact, in the previous car accident, as the driver, he was obviously more frightened than Bai Yumo, the rear passenger.

And it was nice of him to keep his composure so quickly.

"Speaking of which, that gentleman's appearance."

The manager smiled and said to Bai Yumo: "Although I didn't look carefully, his appearance is really outstanding, especially the temperament that is completely opposite to that of a star."

"temperament?"

"Yeah, don't you think he's a little scary?"

The agent pushed his glasses, "If I saw him in other places, I would probably call him a dangerous person and call the police immediately. When he was holding you, I didn't dare to call you."

"Scary...scary?" Bai Yumo grabbed the bag, "I feel quite safe."

"Huh? Maybe you were frightened, and he comforted you again?"

The manager waved his hand, "This activity is over, I'll take over a lighter activity, you rest for a few days, we all go to see a psychiatrist, don't leave any shadows."

"Okay." Bai Yumo nodded, and suddenly said: "Brother Zhang, do you think Mr. Feng can become popular as a star?"

"Hmm... It's hard to say, whether it's popular or not depends on resources and luck, and of course the background." Brother Zhang analyzed seriously.

"But based on his appearance, it's definitely not a problem. If the publicity is good, it might really become popular. After all, his style is very... very different from most male stars."

"Really..." Bai Yumo lowered his eyes, "I think if he becomes a star, he will definitely be popular."

"Have you talked? He told you that he wanted to be a star?"

Brother Zhang became interested, "Hey, if he wants to be, you can introduce me to him, and we won't lose our money to outsiders."

"No, I just suddenly wanted to ask." Bai Yumo shook his head, "He didn't say he wanted to be a star."

"Oh, all right, if he wants to, please remember to tell me."

"it is good……"

The vehicle was parked on the side of the road, and the paparazzi who had been waiting around for a long time immediately stepped forward to take pictures and interview them.

Feng Yun parked the car a little further away, with one leg propped on the ground, and he didn't turn the motorcycle around until Bai Yumo arrived at the venue safely, and returned to the repair shop.

Feng Yun parked it, then took out his phone, looked at the friend application on it, and couldn't help showing a smile.

A kitten is a kitten, even the head portrait is a small white cat.

"Brother Feng, someone came just now."

Just as Feng Yun passed the application, before he had time to type a few words, he heard someone shouting at him.

So he simply replied "I'm here", then put the phone back in his pocket, walked over and asked, "Who's here?"

"Someone wants to drive the car away. It's not a small matter." The thin and tall man said, "But we didn't let them drive away."

"Okay, got it, are you all okay?" Feng Yun put the helmet aside, walked into the back room and turned on the surveillance camera.

And just as he turned on the surveillance, the other four said they were fine.

There are two monitors in total, and they are looking sideways at the door of the repair shop.

He stared at the picture after he left.

About ten minutes later, a car drove up, and two men in suits got out of the car.

Talked for a long time, but probably saw that there were four people in the maintenance shop, and they didn't do anything.

Feng Yun paused the monitoring, narrowed his eyes, and carefully looked at the man's face exposed in the screen.

After looking at it for a while, he took out his cell phone and made a call.

The other end quickly answered, "Hey, why are you free to call me?"

"Help me find someone." Feng Yun said, "It should be from your side."