My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 360 - 358: Concise and Powerful Style

One was a small sedan with four wheels and a sunroof, the other was an electric scooter with just two wheels that let you feel the salty sea breeze and the scorching sun.

At this point, Wen Qiao really didn’t want to say anything anymore.

Before the staff could say anything, she had already headed towards the scooter.

Only Qi Ming was still not giving up, asking, "We can take the car too, right?"

Standing next to him, Shen Zai, hearing this, wanted to laugh but considering Qi Ming’s fragile ego, he stifled it back. With an almost laughing-not-laughing expression, he patted Qi Ming’s shoulder, "Silly little brother, just look at Wen Qiao, she’s so sensible."

The staff member also looked at him with an affectionate gaze, "Go ahead, the sooner you finish the tasks, the sooner you can reunite with your family."

Qi Ming: "....."

Reunite my ass.

Who wants to reunite with you.

Once this reality show is over, I’m going to block every single one of you!

Block you forever!!!

With a defeated look on his face, Qi Ming followed Wen Qiao towards the scooter.

There were two helmets hanging on the scooter, one white and one black. Elbow propped on the handlebars, Wen Qiao squinted against the sunlight at Qi Ming, "Do you know how to ride this?"

"Ha, who do you think you’re looking down on—" Qi Ming instinctively retorted but then paused. After a while, he squeezed out two words, "No."

"......"

If you don’t know, why the hell are you so proudly refuting?

Considering their rare moment of amicable interaction, Wen Qiao didn’t retort. She took off the white helmet and threw it to Qi Ming, then took the black one and started putting it on.

Qi Ming glanced at the white helmet in his hands, and then at the black helmet Wen Qiao was trying to put on. He stepped forward, snatched her black helmet, "I want the black one."

Since Wen Qiao had a bun in her hair, it was a bit troublesome to fit the helmet on, and just as she was struggling with it, she felt her head lighten and then a white helmet was stuffed into her arms.

"Why the hell are you giving me the white one?"

"The white one doesn’t look masculine on me at all," said Qi Ming as he put on the black helmet. After realizing what he’d said, he retorted, "And why the hell are you giving me the black one?"

"You were much less manly when you were hiding behind me and screaming in the escape room yesterday, but I didn’t hear you complaining then."

"Can’t you let go of one thing and not go on about it until the end?" Qi Ming’s face stiffened as he insisted, "I don’t care, I want the black one."

Wen Qiao had just casually thrown a helmet to Qi Ming and didn’t really care about the color, "Suit yourself. Anyway, black absorbs heat, so if it burns a hole in your head later, don’t blame me."

Qi Ming instinctively covered his head and then, amid Wen Qiao’s laughter, sheepishly dropped his hand.

F**k!

So stupid.

Wen Qiao undid her bun, tied a simple low ponytail, put on the helmet, then straddled the scooter and turned to the still-standing Qi Ming, "Come on up."

Qi Ming furrowed his brows as he looked at the seat of the scooter.

"...."

Does this scooter have that compact and robust style when it moves?

Why is the seat so short?

Will my little uncle kill me if he sees this?

"Hurry up!" said Wen Qiao, seeing that he was still not moving and losing patience, she yelled, "It’s so sunny today, if you make me get a tan, I will chop you up."

No longer hesitating, Qi Ming lifted his leg over and straddled the scooter.

After sitting down, he shifted back a bit, maintaining a fist’s distance from Wen Qiao, his hands placed behind him on the scooter’s rear carrier rack.