Chapter 685: Chapter 385: Uncle, Are You Skilled or Not?
Henry Sullivan chuckled to himself, it seems like she’s not afraid of anything after all.
Ivy Miller caught up with him, blocking his way: "Uncle, I’m begging you, come with me."
"It’s going to rain soon, and I don’t want to walk to the town."
"There’s rain too, have you guys got a Fa Hai living here?"
Henry Sullivan looked at her: "Fa Hai?"
"Isn’t it because Fa Hai hid Felix that Bai Suzhen flooded Jinshan?"
Henry Sullivan smiled speechlessly, do young people talk like this nowadays?
"I don’t know if there’s a Fa Hai here, but I do know there’s a troublemaker."
Ivy Miller felt like if it weren’t for her anemia, she could cough up three liters of blood.
"So, did you just come down to tell me not to ship the goods?"
Henry Sullivan didn’t say anything, Ivy Miller turned and walked away, fine, she couldn’t be bothered with him.
Seeing her go back, Henry Sullivan turned around and called after her: "Wolf."
"Might as well carry me away, I don’t want to live anymore anyway."
Henry Sullivan sighed helplessly and came back, this woman doesn’t play by the rules, does she?
Seeing him come out, Ivy Miller huffed: "Why are you following me?"
"Just want to see how a wolf carries someone away, I’ve never seen it before, planning to broaden my horizons today."
She lifted her foot to kick him, but he dodged it nimbly.
Ivy Miller felt annoyed, "You old bones are quite agile, huh."
"Old bones?" Henry Sullivan frowned and looked at her.
Ivy Miller felt smug, don’t all men dislike this? "Aren’t you? You’re pushing forty, should I say you have young bones?"
Henry Sullivan snorted coldly and walked ahead of her, she followed behind grumbling, the two left the camp one behind the other.
Seeing him heading into the village, Ivy Miller complained: "Where are you going?"
"Going to borrow a motorcycle from the locals, unless you really plan to walk to the town?"
"What?" Ivy Miller felt a little delighted: "You’re coming with me?"
Henry Sullivan glanced at her, nonsense.
"But why borrow a motorcycle?"
"The army’s vehicles aren’t for personal use, don’t you understand?"
"You’re just as rigid as my dad."
"It’s called following rules, unless you want us to break them?"
Ivy Miller blew a breath, she found herself at a loss for words.
It looked like he often borrowed vehicles from the locals, otherwise they wouldn’t have recognized him immediately and lent the motorcycle so readily.
But Ivy Miller was a bit puzzled, if she’d known they were taking a motorcycle to town, she wouldn’t have worn a short skirt.
It had rained yesterday, the ground was all muddy, her new shoes were already dirty enough.
Now, does she have to straddle the motorcycle in an ungraceful manner?
Seeing her hesitation, Henry Sullivan straddled the motorcycle and took off his jacket to give to her: "Sit sideways."
"Okay," she took the jacket with a giggle, see, he does have a bit of humanity.
"Uncle, can you handle it?"
"You’ll find out once we try, sit tight."
Ivy Miller rolled her eyes, why did this conversation sound a bit... ambiguous?
Henry Sullivan started the motorcycle, Ivy Miller sat steady, hugging his waist. As they rode on the muddy road, she was a bit nervous at first, but seeing him ride steadily, she relaxed a lot.
She rested her head on Henry Sullivan’s shoulder, and unlike her first love, this uncle was actually quite nice.