The number eight bus arrived just in ti, but it seed quite crowded. Gu Qibao asked, "Should we get on?"
Di Mingjue glanced at her, "What do you think?"
"Let’s get on then!" Gu Qibao gritted her teeth, "Maybe every bus is crowded."
After all, every ti she went out, she noticed the buses were always packed.
The two of them held hands and got on the bus amid the bustling crowd. Then they realized they didn’t have any change, and after so hesitation, Gu Qibao dropped a one-hundred-dollar bill in the box.
She didn’t have a choice. They couldn’t just not pay. Besides, they could get so cash out when they got off at the shopping mall.
However, a one-hundred-dollar bus ride felt quite expensive, and Gu Qibao couldn’t help covering her face.
There were no seats left on the bus, so they found a place to stand.
The whole bus was curiously looking at them. They couldn’t help it; the pair were just too good-looking.
Moreover, Di Mingjue had an incredibly powerful aura. His handso face exuded an indescribable arrogance, his clothes were elegant and upscale, and his whole being had a lethal charm. It was as if a king had descended upon the world, making others instinctively step back.
With one hand he held onto a bus strap, while his other hand cradled Gu Qibao in his arms. He looked at her and whispered in her ear, "Slly gourd, do you like this?"
"Actually, I quite like it." Gu Qibao nodded vigorously.
Di Mingjue slowly curled his lips, whispering in her ear, "Then hold on tight to your husband and don’t let go."
Gu Qibao blushed and slowly reached out her hands, gradually wrapping her arms around him.
Throughout the ride, Gu Qibao managed perfectly well without holding onto anything else; she was content just holding onto Di Mingjue.
They stood there quietly, not talking much. This feeling was actually quite pleasant. There were no luxury cars or flashy bodyguards, just the tender care and protection from her man.
In the midst of a bustling crowd, he stood like a mountain, solid and immovable, and she could depend on him.
This stability ca not from money, but simply from him being who he was.
After a few stops, they reached their destination. Gu Qibao was the first to squeeze out of the bus, her eyes shining with excitent.
Di Mingjue got off the bus too, frowning in annoyance, "Slly gourd, why are you running off?"
How dare she abandon him and squeeze off the bus first? Did she have no idea there could be people with ill intentions on the bus?
"Husband, I have an idea." Gu Qibao turned to Di Mingjue waving his hand.
"You’d better not." Di Mingjue looked at her warily, "Let’s go get so money first."
It’s too hot to stand here in the sweltering heat!
"No." Gu Qibao held onto his hand, "Can we not take out any money today?"
"How are we supposed to have a date without money?" Di Mingjue frowned, sensing an ill on.
"We can earn it!" Gu Qibao said excitedly, "Husband, can you not spend a cent, and then make so money for our date today?"
Di Mingjue: "..."
"It’s really hot standing here." Di Mingjue turned to Gu Qibao and said seriously, "You’ll be roasted into a little black pig soon."
Gu Qibao pouted.
"If you want to make money, you won’t do it here, dumpling." Di Mingjue pinched her face, "Co with ."
Di Mingjue took her to a luxurious, air-conditioned cafe. After they went inside, Di Mingjue ordered two cups of coffee, casually asked the waiter for so paper and a pen, whispered a few words to the waiter, and then led Gu Qibao to the door.
The waiter brought a tall stool and placed it at the entrance, then nodded politely at him.
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