I really don't want to be a male god

Chapter 89 089. Did the Old Driver Make People Cry?

Tang Miaomiao's fine and soft breath spewed on his neck, and Zhang Fan felt a little strange.

So, he lifted Tang Miaomiao's legs up again, intending to adjust his posture.

As a result, Tang Miaomiao's face turned even redder. She bit her lip and pressed her whole face against Zhang Fan's neck.

This……

Zhang Fan couldn't say anything, so he could only speed up the shaking of his body, as if the wind was blowing under his feet.

Running to the yard, Zhang Fan took out the car keys and opened the door of Santana's car, and said to Tang Miaomiao who was on his back, "Come down, what are you still doing?"

Tang Miaomiao covered her chest with one hand, and awkwardly slipped from the driver's seat to the co-pilot's seat.

"Fasten your seat belt, today I will show you what a real "veteran driver" is. "

Zhang Fan skillfully started the car, pulled down the handbrake and put the car in reverse, all the movements were done in one go.

Tang Miaomiao struggled to put on the seat belt with one hand, and when she heard Zhang Fan's words, she raised the hand that was covering her chest again.

A group of bodyguards in black chased after them. These people were not only the bodyguards in the banquet hall, Gao Shi had arranged an unknown number of people in this private villa.

Seeing Zhang Fan driving Santana out of the villa, the bodyguards in black picked up several sports cars and chased after him.

"Little boy, want to run after driving a Santana? Brothers, follow closely!"

Gao Zhentian's personal bodyguard Chang Liang chose a Ferrari, and the engine roared loudly, and he was the first to chase Zhang Fan.

The road conditions around this private villa are not as flat as those in the magic city. If you want to go back to the main road, you have to climb over the mountain in front of the villa.

With Santana's horsepower, whether it can be driven up is a matter of opinion, let alone the speed.

"Zhang Fan, can your car work?"

The mountain road was rough, Zhang Fan drove the car very fast, Tang Miaomiao sat in the co-pilot position and his body heaved violently following the sway of the car.

She clutched the handle above the right side window tightly with one hand, and the other hand grabbed the ripped clothes on the side of her chest, her mind was in a mess.

From the reversing mirror, Zhang Fan saw a luxury convoy chasing after him, the first one bearing the brunt was a red Ferrari, followed by several Wranglers off-road.

It is not the first time for him to drive this modified car, and he is still very confident in the performance of this black Santana.

Zhang Fan smiled contemptuously, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Actually, I have another hidden identity, Qiu Mingshan will always be a god!"

While speaking, he touched the gear lever with his right hand and pushed it forward.

For the convenience of driving, high-end sports cars such as Ferrari and Porsche are generally equipped with automatic gears.

This does reduce the difficulty of driving, but at the same time this kind of sports car also greatly limits the performance of professional drivers.

Only manual transmission can better adapt to different road sections and needs. How many cars that can go on the track have automatic transmission?
With a kick on the accelerator, Santana accelerated again, and the sudden strong push made Tang Miaomiao lean back suddenly.

The strength of her left hand holding the clothes did not keep up, and the evening dress made of light white tulle was pulled down as she leaned back.

A large piece of fat is as white as snow and as smooth as a freshly peeled egg, exposed to the air.

At this moment, her breathing stopped.

This level of exposure is simply embarrassing.

Her always smart brain shut down instantly, and her cheeks were red and hot.

Stretching out her hand to cover her chest, she wanted to pull the clothes up, but she couldn't move the clothes as she sat under her buttocks.

Somehow, an inexplicable sense of grievance crept into Tang Miaomiao's heart. Tang Miaomiao took a peek at Zhang Fan beside him, and found that he was staring intently at the winding mountain road in front of him, holding the steering wheel firmly with both hands and not paying attention to her at all.

Tang Miaomiao: ~>_<~
She was ashamed and angry, and she couldn't explain why she was so wronged, so she burst into tears.

Now Zhang Fan really has no way not to pay attention to her, what's wrong with Mr. Tang?
As the personnel director of a large group who has been promoted by herself, Tang Miaomiao will always give people the impression of a capable and neat strong woman.

She is full of aura at all times, as if all the overtime work and blame in this world can't affect her in the slightest.

But it was such a strong woman who seemed to never bow her head, who was actually sitting in his co-pilot seat crying loudly at this moment.

Could it be that the mountain road is too broken and bumpy, and his speed is too fast?

Hurt her?

Zhang Fan was a little puzzled, he turned his head and looked at Tang Miaomiao who was holding his chest with his hands, and his white shoulders were trembling with her sobs.

Asked with concern: "Are you okay? How about I drive more slowly?"

This is really a pain in the ass, okay?

There are still a group of people chasing after him, so what if he drives slowly and those people catch up?

Although they may not be able to beat Zhang Fan if they catch up, he has never taken such uncertain risks.

This is not cowardice, this is stability!

But he really can't see women crying beside him, especially beautiful women.

It has to be said that Tang Miaomiao is very beautiful. In the past, she could not hide her goddess temperament even in a capable professional attire.

Putting on a light white starry sky evening dress today, she lost a bit of her sophistication, but became a bit more charming and weak.

Zhang Fan's driving speed still slowed down. If he couldn't do it, he would stop when he got to the top of the mountain and knock down all the people who were chasing him.

"Are you okay? Did you hit something, is it serious?"

Zhang Fan tapped the brake a few times, then turned his head and asked with concern.

Tang Miaomiao, whose sobs gradually subsided, hid her head to the side of the car window, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine, they're about to catch up."

Glancing at the rearview mirror, isn't the red Ferrari behind him about to catch up?
"Is it really okay? Why do you keep holding your chest?"

Zhang Fan looked Tang Miaomiao up and down, he couldn't tell if he was injured even with his clothes on.

"It's okay, don't ask me!"

Maybe it was because the air conditioner in the car was turned on too much, and Tang Miaomiao's face was hot and red, like a sweet potato with a sweet heart just taken out of the oven in winter.

What do you mean don't ask?
At this time, Zhang Fan missed Jiang Xiaoxi a little, and she never let herself guess what she was thinking.

He really wanted to use "mental perception skills" to see what was going on in Tang Miaomiao's mind, but she didn't want to say it just because she didn't want him to know.

Zhang Fan shook his head lightly, forget it, he still didn't look at it.

Tap the accelerator lightly with your toes, and the speed of the car increased. Anyway, it won't take long to reach the top of the mountain.

At that time, let's try to see if we can clean up these followers on the top of the mountain, it shouldn't be difficult.

Chang Liang sitting on the red Ferrari is extremely depressed. What others don't know is that he was a strictly trained agent before becoming Gao Zhentian's personal bodyguard.

What he was best at was driving various vehicles. Later, when he got older, he chose to work with Gao Zhentian.

But now he is driving a Ferrari, and he can't even catch up with a Santana.

……

On the top of the mountain not far from Zhang Fan's Santana, a black Harley motorcycle was parked by the side of the road.

The owner of this locomotive was dressed in black leather and a black jacket on her upper body. She held the helmet with one hand, and leaned against the car with her slender legs full of strength together.

The breeze blows, and the light brown curly hair shines brightly in the sun, dancing gracefully.

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(End of this chapter)