Chapter 1620: Greet the princess with a carriage like a prince

The capacity felt that the bicycle would fall apart soon.
The cushion was torn and ragged, and the handles and the back seat were rusty. She felt that once she sat on it, she would definitely stick to rust.
Zhizhi wrapped her clothes on the stool again, "Sit down."
His tone was deliberately cold, but his capacity was inexplicably because he heard a hint of apprehension and flattery.
She has always been a polite and considerate girl, so she didn't hesitate any more, and sat on her toes.
Zhizhi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and pushed up with her palms.
The bicycle creaked and the tires were flat. Even though it was wrapped in clothes, the volume still felt painful for the little butt.
Zhizhi pushed hard too, and when she looked closer, the scars on his back looked even more shocking.
His skin is actually very white, and many of the old wounds are brown, but there are still purple-red new wounds, and he has only been beaten for a few days.
In the hot weather, it is difficult for him to push the cart with thin arms and legs, and there is a layer of sweat on his back, following the flow.
But Zhizhi did not complain, nor stopped, except for a heavy panting.
"Or I'd better come down and walk by myself." Liliana felt that while looking at his squeaky and scarred back, he let him serve himself like a slave, which was no different from a vampire.
What's more, in fact, sitting on it doesn't feel good. The hurts. You have to lift your feet to prevent them from getting stuck in the wheels. The skirts need special attention.
Thinking about the capacity, I want to come down.
But Zhizhi shook her head quickly, "Sit down! Don't move..."
He couldn't hold the bicycle and let it fall.
Staggering, he was so scared that the volume grabbed his arm tightly.
"I'm going down, let's go down." She turned pale in shock, and jumped down.
Zhizhi seems very ashamed.
He felt that he was too thin... he couldn't even push a bicycle with a girl.
He also read fairy tale books when he was a child, and saw that the prince used a beautiful carriage to welcome the princess to his castle.
But it was his turn, but only the old bicycle, taking the girl to his broken house.
"Should I carry you on my back?" He squatted down.
Capacity shook his head, "No need, I can go."
Although I rested for a while, the soles of my feet hurt even more, like a fire.
"It's not very far, otherwise..." Zhizhi seemed to have made up his mind, "Let's take a taxi."
"No need, no need," the capacity amount held him again, "you must have no money, I can go, I can really go."
Because of the persistence of capacity, the two continued to walk.
After walking for another two hours, the volume of her face turned blue, and her lips were no longer bloody. She is not a sweat-prone physique, and now her forehead and neck are also covered with thin sweat.
"Are we not in C city anymore?" she asked.
Zhizhi found another place for her to sit down, "Of course it's still there. It's just that City C is very big. You haven't been here before."
He let her rest and ran away again.
After a while, I came over with water and snacks.
Looking at the capacity, the snacks he brought turned out to be bayberry ice.
"Don't you really want to eat it?" He handed it to her, with a flattering smile on his face. "Try it."
As he said, he tore the bag open and poured the Yang Meibing inside into her palm.