Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 193 - 156. Which photo looks good to post on Weibo_2

Chapter 193: 156. Which photo looks good to post on Weibo_2

"Every time you say that."

Lu Jincheng snorted and continued to browse the webpage in front of him.

"You don’t even look at me... What are you looking at here?"

Arms wrapped around him, and his senior’s soft body pressed close to his neck, her gaze fixed on the flickering screen.

"Cars Home?"

Mou Keyan pulled the computer chair out a bit, squatted down, and squeezed through the gap under the man’s arms resting on the desk.

She successfully sat on his lap, nestled in Lu Jincheng’s arms.

"Yeah, it’s time to change cars."

Mr. Lu nodded, encircling her supple waist, his tone casual, "The current one is too small, can’t really stretch out in it."

"No wonder..."

Mou Keyan lifted her head as if she remembered something and chuckled.

"What?"

"No wonder you like playing with all those weird postures but never mentioned doing it in the car with me..."

Her face turned a shade of red just thinking about it.

"Your legs are too long, you should be aware of that."

Mr. Lu of course wouldn’t say that he suddenly thought of changing cars because someone had already tried it out in the car.

It was really damn inconvenient!

Even Guo Minjie, barely over five feet tall, felt restrained and uncomfortable, not to mention Mou Keyan with her long legs, which could only make it more distressing.

"So what are you going to do with the old ’Little White’ when you change cars?"

Mou Keyan’s eyes roamed, her voice sweet and enveloping like surround sound.

"Just keep it."

Mr. Lu could obviously catch the implied question from his senior.

If it were a car he bought himself for commuting, giving it to Mou Keyan would be no big deal.

But his Golf was not up for that.

It was a gift from Zhou Sinin. He might not drive it, but he couldn’t give it away.

That was an absolute line that couldn’t be crossed.

"So, are you going to switch to something bigger?"

Mou Keyan tilted her head back, grasped her hair in her palm, and tossed it to her chest, making sure the stray locks didn’t obscure her man’s view.

"Or something more expensive? Maybe a Porsche?"

"Oh?"

Mr. Lu raised an eyebrow, teasingly said, "The two aren’t mutually exclusive."

"But you seem to prefer Porsche?"

He could feel that the soft body in his arms, after a bit of struggle, seemed to be warmer than usual.

Aside from the intoxicating feminine fragrance, when his senior talked about luxury items, there was also a faint yet enticing hint of fireworks.

"Not really... just thought of it suddenly."

Hearing Mr. Lu’s question, Mou Keyan turned her head and stuck out her tongue, whispering.

"It’s because Deng Yuan changed cars recently, you know. He posted pictures on his Moments and Weibo, and he even sent me a message."

She casually swiped her phone, and right on the screen was a message from Deng Yuan, blown to the man’s face with her warm breath.

[Miao Miao, the outfit you’re wearing today looks really nice!]

[Thanks~]

That was a polite response.

[Miao Miao, you’re so stylish! When will you come to lecture at our college?]

[Hahaha stop it]

That was a somewhat speechless response.

[Today, Zhai Yang took a photo of me, said this one would look great on Weibo, but I think it lacks something. Can you check it out for me?]

[Picture]

The picture clearly showed him posing, with the Porsche logo intentionally or unintentionally visible in the background, Deng Yuan giving his best trendy pose with a radiant smile.

[...Ugh, so scheming.]

That was her knowing response to a man subtly flaunting his wealth.

"Don’t worry about whether he’s scheming or not, him posting like this, every so often he definitely hooks a girl into bed."

Mr. Lu grinned, amused.

Deng Yuan’s old trick might be dated, but it definitely worked.

After all, the allure of a Porsche-owning second-generation rich kid in 2014 was still quite significant.

Though Deng Yuan’s ride was a Macan.

If it weren’t for Mr. Lu’s appearance being so overpowered, hitting Deng Yuan from all angles, even giving girls the ability to make money independently, achieving ’Golden Stone’, it would be hard to say some things.

"Hmph, this kind of behavior is a bit scheming."

Mou Keyan pouted, looking dismissive, "Just speak up if you’ve changed cars! Why do you need an excuse, afraid that others won’t see that logo?"

"And you want to show off your feathers but are afraid that you’ll seem pretentious. Men, it’s quite normal."

Lu Jincheng smiled and slid under her nightgown’s hemline, grabbing it with one hand, making an apt analogy.

"Just like wearing a bra, some girls have this attitude toward push-up bras. They want to look better, but when they wear them, they’re afraid it’ll look too exaggerated and attract onlookers, appearing too flirtatious."

"In plain terms, they just haven’t found the right method, so they’re extremely cautious."

"What about you?"

Mou Keyan twisted her body and spread her long legs, asking.

"Do you like girls in push-up bras, or more casual ones?"

"I like you not wearing any."

Lu Jincheng pinched her lightly, not falling into her trap at all.

Answers like A or B, when they come from a girl’s mouth, often signify a test of worthlessness.

To put it in familiar terms, it’s a loaded question.

Women, as creatures, are intuitively adept at certain things.

When communicating with men, these worthless tests are almost everywhere.

Putting aside her and Mr. Lu’s hierarchical relationship, if the answer likes push-up bras, then it could lead to the risk of self-defense regarding possessiveness.

If it’s more casual, it could imply that she lacks sex appeal.

So, the best solution is quite obvious.

Not to answer A or B, but to turn and talk about C.

"Ew! How can you go without wearing one?"

Mou Keyan paused for a few seconds, involuntarily blinked, and actually considered the feasibility.

"Why can’t you go without one?"

Mr. Lu leaned close to her red earlobe, bit it lightly using minimal force, feeling his senior shake slightly, and teased.

"After all, summer is over. During the autumn and winter seasons, you actually can go without one."

"As long as no one starts pinching, who would know?"

While speaking, Lu Jincheng increased his force slightly.

"Pervert!"

Mou Keyan’s eyes were half-closed, and she shrugged her shoulder to the right, holding the man’s hot palm, her voice sounding silky.

"But speaking of which, I definitely won’t buy a Porsche."

Mr. Lu extinguished his cigarette butt and continued scrolling through the website with his right hand.

"If you like, you can buy one yourself."

"It’s so expensive! I don’t have that much money..."

Mou Keyan shook her phone; although she found Deng Yuan showing off his car a bit scheming, she couldn’t help checking the price.

Her September income was completely spent on buying bags, clothes, accessories, and even a small electric car for Lu Jincheng.

Besides basic living expenses, nothing was left.

"And even if I do get my salary, I kind of don’t want to spend it all on a car."

She pouted and said softly.

"That’s thinking small."

Mr. Lu shook his head, his tone relaxed and casual, "As an internet celebrity of your status, you need to buy a luxury car to show off your power."

"Don’t worry about it, has your ad money been settled? If it’s not enough, ask me for approval."

"I think the Boxster would suit you well."

He thought about it, the third-generation Boxaster (981) introduced by Porsche in 2014 could indeed suit the current Mou Keyan.

Compared to the average BBA among the Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai internet celebrities in later years, Porsche’s era meant significant class distinction.

BBA might be within grasp on tiptoes, but a Porsche sports car was a different story.

"Really?"

Mou Keyan’s voice instantly raised an octave, her eyes sparkling.

Just like Hermes, no girl could refuse a Porsche.

"Go ahead and take a look, talk to the salesperson about the price, and if there’s a shortfall, let me know. Put it under the company’s account."

Lu Jincheng patted her shoulder confidently.

The boss using a corporate account to buy a million-dollar luxury car not only allowed for more expenses to be recorded but depreciation could also be deducted before corporate income tax.

Having mastered these tricks in his previous life, he naturally wouldn’t be stingy with such matters.

"When you pick up the car, remember to ask Deng Yuan."

"Huh? Ask him what?"

"Just shoot him a message and ask which photo to post on Weibo would look better."