Lao Dian: "Can you ride?"

"Yes, I have ridden before, but I have been arrested several times because I don't have a driver's license. I don't dare. Anyway, there are no traffic police in the mountains, so I'm not afraid."

Lao Dian did not doubt that he had handed the motorcycle to Ding Fangfei.

In this way, Ding Fangfei rode in front and pushed in back, and the electric donkey finally started to move.

The slope was too long, and the poor old man pushed it and sweated. Not only did his shoes break, but his feet also had blood blisters. His femoral head was already a problem, and it hurt so much.

After finally getting to the pass, the old man sat on the ground and gasped: "You woman... the box is too heavy, and the person is heavy, so I'm so tired."

Ding Fangfei: "Okay, Uncle Dian, now you will be here to ride."

"But I don't have the strength to move."

"But you are a man, letting a girl ride a bicycle hurt your image."

Lao Dian grabbed his head: "That's right."

After walking for a few more miles, Lao Dian suddenly shouted: "No, why didn't you say it would damage my image when you were riding a motorcycle?"

"You big man rides a bicycle and lets the little girl push you behind you, but you don't have the image!"

"No, no, I'm almost sixty years old, I'm an old man!"

"Then do you want me to ride or not? Oh, there is another slope in front of you."

Lao Diao was confused: "I don't know, I don't know."

"Uncle Dian, hurry up, the throttle is upslide."
Chapter completed!