C12 A Proposal!

Only then did the man remember that he still had a bicycle prop.

He turned his head to look at the opposite side and suddenly realized that there was no new bicycle in the row of old bicycles.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

Irene also quickly realized this fact. She patted her forehead and said helplessly, "Sir, do you not have a bicycle at home? It's easy to be stolen if you ride a new bicycle."

"...No," the man replied expressionlessly.

The garage at home was full of famous cars. He had never ridden a bicycle before.

In order to achieve Irene's request, he had especially asked the master to teach him. It was easy to learn a bicycle, especially since his legs were long, so he did not have to worry about falling.

"So, did you borrow or buy a bicycle because of my words?" Irene looked at him and asked.

The man nodded and explained, "It's a new bicycle. I really can't wear jeans and T-shirts, so I wore sportswear."

Irene did not expect that she would unexpectedly wear a couple's outfit.

Irene also discovered the man's two good points. Honest, obedient.

She thought for a moment and looked at the man's handsome face. It was eye-catching, honest, obedient, considerate, and these four good points should be able to cover his vanity.

Irene's thoughts from last night surfaced in her mind again.

As long as he was obedient and honest, would she be afraid of losing control of his vanity? Moreover, he didn't do anything unusual when he came to this small place with her today. He just seemed to like cleanliness.

Being clean was also a good thing.

"Do you want to report it?" Irene asked as she took the initiative to care about him.

"Why would I want to report it?" The man was confused.

"You lost your bicycle. It should have cost more than a thousand dollars. You can report it first. There are a lot of cameras around the school." Irene was angry.

She kept roaring in her heart, 'prodigal, prodigal!'

The man's gaze changed slightly. His bicycle was worth more than a hundred thousand. A thousand dollars was not even enough to fix the brake.

"Then let's report it." The man nodded again.

At this moment, a boy parked his bicycle in the same spot he had parked before and locked it.

Although the man was a little lacking in common sense, he was not a fool. That long thing was a lock. Sometimes, sports cars would also use that kind of lock to lock the wheels.

He instantly understood why his bicycle had been stolen. Three black lines slid down his forehead.

Just as he was about to stop Irene, she had already finished talking to the police. "The police will be here soon."

The man pursed his lips and thought to himself that he had really lost face today, but he could not let Irene know.

After the police arrived, the man told Irene to wait for them. He took the police to the opposite side of the road and pointed to the spot where he had parked his bicycle. Then he explained that his bicycle was not locked.

The police was stunned. Just as they were about to teach him a lesson, the man said in a low voice, "Comrade police, you don't have to bother looking for this car. I don't want it anymore."

"Don't you want to? Why did your girlfriend call the police?" The police frowned and endured the urge to scold the man for being a wastrel.

A hint of joy flashed in the man's eyes. "My girlfriend is more strict with her rules."

The police sighed as they thought about how the man was wasting money, but they also sighed at the fact that there was another wife in this world.

After the man finished talking to the police, he returned to Irene's side.

Irene asked, "What did the police say?"

"They will contact me if they find me," the man replied.

"But you didn't even give him your phone number! How did he contact you?" Irene was about to cry from his fishy lips.

"…" The man was speechless.

It was hard for him to put in so much effort to put on a show, but he forgot to leave his number. Obviously, he was telling the police that it was impossible for the police to remember his phone number.

Irene was a little angry and turned around to walk into the university.

It was the first time the man was like a child who had made a mistake, and he was very dejected.

Irene weighed him and looked back at his expression. She sighed slightly.

After all, the man was not a real child. He would not be depressed over such a trivial matter. He quickly regained his calm and indifferent expression.

Through Irene's words and the car she drove, he could tell that Irene was not from a rich family. Instead, she was a girl from an ordinary family.

It was hard for him to believe that Frances would introduce him to an ordinary girl.

Later on, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this girl was interesting. It was rare for him to have such a pleasurable matchmaking session, but he did not change her heart or twist her personality.

She was a real person. She was a serious and reliable person.

Although they had not contacted each other in the past few days, the girl's shadow was still deeply imprinted in his mind.

Therefore, he was willing to spend more time on this second date.

"Irene, why are you sighing? If you have any worries, you can tell me... You can also tell me about me." The man's indifferent voice added a hint of warmth into her voice. She was dissatisfied, so he would try to change it.

Irene mustered up her courage and looked at the man's face with her dark eyes. "Daivet, I want to marry you."