Zhang Chen was very embarrassed.

Riding a motorcycle, wearing one foot with a frosted leather shoes, and the other barefoot.

The gray T-shirt and jeans were covered with green algae, and now they turned green, and their hair was covered with algae and rotten grass. The whole person was emitting a wave of stench.

Zhang Chen didn't even dare to wear a motorcycle helmet, because he was afraid that the stench would make him faint in the helmet.

The wind whistled in his ears, and his hair was blown by the wind, and strands were standing upside down on his head, just like when he had just hit Moss, the little flying insect slammed on his face, making him unable to open his eyes until he drove to the South Bridge that the little flying insect suddenly disappeared.

Fortunately, it was night now, and Zhang Chen drove the motorcycle very fast again, so his appearance did not attract the attention of passers-by.

Zhang Chen went back to Wenmingdong directly. As soon as he stopped the motorcycle at the door, he stepped up the steps and pushed the door in. Fortunately, Caizhen and Xiaolin were not there, so Zhang Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

When I walked to the patio on the first floor, I looked up. The offices on the third and second floors were also pitch black. Zhang Chen breathed a sigh of relief again.

Zhang Chen could smell the smell like a shadow. When he entered the house, the smell became even more obvious.

Zhang Chen hurriedly went upstairs to open the door, took off the things in his pocket and the machine in his waist and threw them on the table, took the shorts and towels, and went to the bathroom. He took off all his clothes in the bathroom, held the shower faucet in his hand, and rushed towards the pile of clothes for a while, but the smell never dissipated.

Zhang Chen felt strange in his heart. He used his feet to push the pile of clothes, and continued to rush with water while stepping on his feet. The stinking smell was always there. Zhang Chen sighed and thought, he just fell into a stinky pond, not a cesspool, what's so smelly.

Zhang Chen's nose twitched twice and he also laughed. It turned out that the smell was not from the pile of clothes, but from his head. He quickly washed his hair and body, and after applying shampoo and soap twice, the smell was finally gone.

Zhang Chen let out a long sigh, and he felt that he could finally breathe freely again.

Zhang Chen left the pile of clothes in the bathroom, and he wanted to wash them again tomorrow during the day.

Zhang Chen walked back to the room and closed the door. The front was so nervous. Now that he felt a little tired after he relaxed.

He walked to the table, picked up the bb machine on the table and looked at it. Mom's pussy. The screen was pitch black. It must have been damaged by water just now. It seemed that it would be repaired tomorrow.

He threw the half-pack of wet cigarettes on the table into the trash can, picked up the lighter and smelled it, and it seemed that there was a stinking smell, and threw it into the trash can.

Zhang Chen opened the drawer, took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer, opened it, held one in his mouth, and took a box of matches from Wanghai International Hotel on the table, lit the cigarette, sat on the edge of the bed and started smoking.

After smoking a cigarette, Zhang Chen's mood had completely stabilized and he was sleepy. He was ready to sleep for a while.

Sitting at the head of the bed, I still habitually took out Xiao Zhao's photo and looked at it, then turned off the lights and went to bed.

Zhang Chen was almost asleep in a daze. When he heard Xiaolin and Caizhen and the others come back, Xiaolin went upstairs and went to the bathroom with a towel. With a "huh", he saw Zhang Chen's pile of clothes. He walked to the corridor and called Caizhen down. Zhang Chen heard in a daze, "You either wash Brother Zhang's clothes. If someone else is not here, you probably have no time to wash them."

Caizhen agreed. Zhang Chen heard that Xiaolin had probably thrown her clothes into the patio on the first floor from the upper floor. With a "bang", Caizhen cursed below, and Xiaolin's duckling voice was quackly smiling.

Zhang Chen also wanted to laugh, he thought, OK, if you are willing to do good things, do it. He heard Cai Zhenzi downstairs and rub clothes on the cement washing board, Zhang Chen turned over and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhang Chen was confused and heard Caizhen and the words in the corridor outside. They seemed to be drying clothes. Then Caizhen went downstairs, and Kobayashi kicked his door with a "bang".

Zhang Chen thought to himself, mom was finally able to continue sleeping, but he suddenly got up from the bed and motorcycle! He thought that his motorcycle was still parked outside the gate!

To die!

Zhang Chen immediately had an ominous premonition that his motorcycle must have been stolen. If it was still parked at the gate, Xiaolin would definitely call him when she saw it when she came back, instead of thinking that he was not in the room!

Zhang Chen quickly got up, put on his clothes and ran downstairs. Sure enough, the door was empty and there was nothing.

Zhang Chen trotted all the way to the entrance of the alley, but he didn't see his motorcycle. He stood at the entrance of the alley for a while, walked back in frustration, and when he went upstairs and passed by Xiaolin's door, he rang Xiaolin's door.

Xiaolin was already asleep. He opened the door in a pair of shorts, looked at Zhang Chen with sleepy eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

"When you came back, did you see my motorcycle at the door?" Zhang Chen asked.

Xiaolin muttered, and Zhang Chen asked anxiously, "What did you say?"

"I didn't see it, there was nothing at the door, what's wrong?"

"Okay, it's okay, you can keep sleeping." Zhang Chen pulled Xiaolin's door up.

He returned to his room, sat depressedly for a while, but thought about it and stood up, walked to the office opposite, and gave Liu Ligan a paging.

After a while, Liu Ligan came back and Zhang Chen said to him, "Mom, the motorcycle has been stolen."

"Ah! No way? The security guard in Wanghailou is having a good meal? You can look for it again." Liu Ligan was also anxious.

"I'm not in Wanghailou, at the door of my house, I fucking forgot to move in." Zhang Chen said helplessly.

"Civilized East? In that alley? It doesn't mean I handed over to your uncle in society? Idiot!" Liu Ligan cursed.

Xiao Wu, who was next to him, snatched the phone and said to Zhang Chen, "Brother Chen, don't worry, you go to the construction site now, we will come here too."

After that, I hung up the phone.

Zhang Chen held the microphone and was stunned for a moment. He thought, I lost my motorcycle here, why are I going to the construction site?

After putting down the phone, Zhang Chen understood that Xiao Wu probably felt that he had lost the motorcycle. He was too sad and needed someone to comfort him. They wanted to comfort him.

It was already twelve o'clock, and Zhang Chen walked towards Wanghailou with his backpack on his back. Along the way, he looked at the motorcycles parked on both sides of the road and the motorcycles passing by on the street. He saw a motorcycle parked there on the other side of the road, and he also wanted to run to the opposite side to take a look.

When he walked to the office, Liu Ligan and Xiao Wu were already ahead of him and were waiting for him in the office. When he saw Zhang Chen coming in, Xiao Wu quickly asked what was going on and why did the motorcycle lose?

Zhang Chen told them about the process of losing the car. He did not tell them that he had gone to the land, nor did he say that he had fallen into the pond. That was too embarrassing.

"It's over, it's definitely gone!" Liu Ligan shouted as soon as he heard Zhang Chen finish his words, "Our only modern means of transportation has been sacrificed. Tomorrow, go to Renmin Bridge to buy a Dangdang car."

Zhang Chen glared at him.

Xiao Wu was very calm. He took out a address book from his pocket and told Zhang Chen, "I'll call me."

"Who should I hit? Call the police? Call the police and ask someone to go to the police station. Yes, this should be called the police!" Liu Ligan shouted.

Xiao Wu cursed, "It's useless to call the police. If you call the police at night, the car will leave Haicheng at night, or be dismantled from the eighth piece."

Liu Ligan was stunned by Xiao Wu's scolding.

Xiaowu found a big brother's big number from the address book, dialed, and said to the other party, "A Zheng, Mr. Zhang's motorcycle is gone, please help find... I lost it in the East of Civilization, Suzuki King 125, red, yes, it's the one I rode, time..."

Xiao Wu put down the microphone and asked Zhang Chen about the lost time and the name of the alley. Zhang Chen told him, and he repeated it to A Zheng, "Okay, that's it, we're in the office."

After that, I hung up the phone.

Liu Ligan and Zhang Chen looked at each other, and Liu Ligan asked Xiaowu, "Is that okay?"

"alright."

"Can this car come back?"

"If you can't come back, then A Zheng should not be stuck here."

"Fuck, you underworld, this is how you find something?"

"We don't look for things or people. The thieves' status on the road is worse than Dingdong. There are several mountains above them."

Zhang Chen also became interested and asked, "Is this the same thing in Yongcheng?"

"It's like this all over the country. If the old-school relatives and friends lose their bicycles or other important things are missing, we will also ask us for help to get them back."

The three of them sat there and waited for more than twenty minutes, and then they heard a motorcycle outside the door coming from afar. The roar was very familiar. The three of them hurried to the door and found that Ah was riding Zhang Chen's motorcycle.

"Forget it, don't care? He doesn't know Mr. Zhang either. He doesn't know it's Mr. Zhang's car. I won't dare to do it next time."

As soon as A Zheng parked the car, he asked for it.
Chapter completed!