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The relationship between Song Yuan and Gu Huaili can be traced back to a long time ago.

Song Yu'an came to Gu Huaili's house as a guest. He was too lazy to listen to the pleasantries between adults, which was boring and hypocritical.

I randomly found an archery room and played archery.

Not long after, Song Yuan felt that there was an outsider in the room. Looking sideways, he saw a boy with curly hair.

The other person looks about the same age as himself, with a handsome face, like a godly boy in Western mythology.

His eyes were as cold as winter mist. The first time Song Yuan saw him, he felt very unhappy.

Hating someone is just like liking someone, just based on an intuition.

It seems that he is Gu Huaili, Gu's eldest son.

Give him a little power first and let him see how powerful he is.

Song Yu'an raised the bow in his hand and clasped the arrow on the string, preparing to scare Gu Huaili.

Unexpectedly, the other party remained unmoved, with an indifferent expression, as if he didn't even pay attention to Song Yu'an.

The taunt value is full.

Oh, wherever Song Yuan goes, he is admired by stars and is sought after by everyone.

He had to let this kid remember his power today.

"call out."

A sharp arrow slipped past Gu Huaili's ear, and Song Yu'an proudly carried the bow and arrow behind his back.

He is an expert in archery and was just joking. Unexpectedly, Gu Huaili was not afraid at all, and his expression was not wavering at all.

But that’s enough, it’s great!

Gu Huaili reached out and picked up the bow and arrow beside him, quickly stringed it up, and without giving Song Yuan any chance to speak, he directly shot the opponent with an arrow.

The arrowhead flew across Song Yu'an's cheek, leaving a medium-deep red mark, and blood slowly seeped out.

"Sorry, slippery."

Song Yu'an resisted the urge to scold him, so as not to lose his grace and even his momentum.

Gu Huaili obviously did it on purpose!

"Curly boy, do you dare to compete with me?"

Song Yu'an knew Gu Huaili's name, but he refused to call it out and insisted on giving Gu Huaili a nickname.

"Yu An, what are you doing!"

Song's father saw the injury on his son's face and didn't care. He was used to Song Yuan being lawless and getting into trouble.

"How can you call someone that, it's so disrespectful, call me brother."

Song Yu'an saw it and saw the sarcasm in Gu Huaili's eyes. He was laughing at himself.

Bah, what brother, he is only one month older than me.

Song Yu An was determined not to scream, and Gu's father quickly came out to smooth things over and gave Gu Huaili a few symbolic lessons.

The relationship between Song Yuan and Gu Huaili was thus forged.

The two met again at the racing track.

From the first moment she saw Gu Huaili, Song Yuan recognized him, the curly-haired boy.

Although Gu Huaili's hair now had dark and neat short hair, Song Yu'an still recognized him at a glance.

That nuisance.

The scars on his face were gone, but the annoying feeling was still there.

"Hey, let's have a competition."

Gu Huaili still looked like he was dead, always looking deserted, which made Song Yuan very unhappy.

You can tell at a glance that he is not a good person.

He doesn't like it, the two of them are naturally at odds with each other.

"If you lose, run three laps of the track."

Gu Huaili stood in the stands and obviously recognized Song Yuan. After all, Song Yuan was the only one who dared to be so arrogant towards him.

"Okay, whoever doesn't run away after losing is a dog."

Gu Huaili was wearing a black racing suit and a black helmet. With a slight click of your fingers, pull down the lens.

His eyes were wild and cold, looking wild and crazy.

Song Yuan was wearing a red racing suit. He put on his helmet neatly and wore a pair of black Martin boots on his slender legs.

The match between Gu Huaili and Song Yuan attracted many people to watch. Both of them are well-known in the racing world, but they didn't expect to collide today.

Running three laps on the track is quite a punishment for a rich man like them, as it is a matter of face.

At the beginning of the race, the two cars were like wild horses running wild, running fast and chasing after each other.

Song Yu'an was determined to win against Gu Huaili. The car drifted at a high speed and the accelerator was welded to death.

The struggle is speed, and the competition is life-threatening.

The real-life version of Death is coming.

Perhaps because he cared too much about winning or losing, Song Yu'an's car went off track, and by the time he adjusted, he was already lagging behind Gu Huaili.

Gu Huaili was simply a lunatic. He was not afraid of death at all. He drove the car very fast and took corners extremely hard.

As the black and white flag fell, the result of the game was settled.

Gu Huaili won, and he won beautifully.

He loves playing extreme sports and has a lazy and casual look. When driving a racing car, your mentality is as stable as driving a car.

The black helmet was taken off, and Gu Huaili stood in the night, his short flying hair blown by the wind, his cold eyes, and his perfect profile.

Handsome and noble, he made everyone scream.

Song Yuan was willing to admit defeat. He took off his helmet and kept the face of his lifelong enemy firmly in his mind.

Gu Huaili didn't care about Song Yu'an at all. It was normal to win or lose, and it was even more normal for him to win.

Gu Huaili held the railing with one hand and jumped up to the stands. He was too lazy to watch Song Yu'an being punished. A real winner should be elegant and dignified.

Adding insult to injury is not his style.

From then on, Song Yuan always wanted to compete with Gu Huaili again. It's a pity that Gu Huaili never appeared at the racing track again. I heard that he even stopped all extreme sports.

Song Yu'an got the news through an acquaintance. It was said that Gu Huaili had changed his ways, but the reason was still unknown.

However, it was accurate news that Gu Huaili bought a ragdoll cat.

If you don’t want to race cars, why don’t you raise cats?

At that time, some people speculated that Gu Huaili was in love and therefore regretted his life.

Song Yu'an didn't believe that that guy Gu Huaili could still be a warrior of pure love?

Until he met Xu Baoer, a top diva who looked like a Ragdoll cat.

"Husband, husband, lift me up!"

Song Yu'an rolled his eyes. His cousin yelled crazily, calling a woman her husband.

This mental state is truly incomprehensible.

Sitting in the front row, Song Yu is a security guard. Although he has been in Hong Kong circles before, his face has also made it into domestic entertainment.

Better be careful, lest it becomes a hot search.

Song Yuan raised his head in disgust. The moment he saw Xu Baoer on the stage, his breathing suddenly stopped.

He didn't know why, but he thought of the words Gu Huaili and Ragdoll Cat.

Xu Baoer on the stage wore long curly hair and a ragdoll cat pendant hair accessory. The upper body is a white short top with pearl pendants, and the lower body is a short skirt of the same style. She has a slim figure.

As the dance progresses, the white plush cape is tied around the waist and flutters in the wind.

Like a noble and cool ragdoll cat, or like an edelweiss swaying in the wind.

"Husband I love you."

"Honey, look at me."

"Ah ah ah ah."

Song Yu'an felt that his ears were about to be blown away by the noise. His cousin was waving a white fluorescent stick crazily, which was Xu Baoer’s cheering color.

"What's her name?"

"Ah, what are you talking about, louder!"

"What's her name?" Song Yu'an was speechless. The surroundings were too noisy.

"Xu Baoer, the most beautiful and top-notch cat queen! Xu Baoer!"

"Ah, my husband!"

Song Yu'an was a little disgusted. He just asked for his name. He didn't need to introduce himself in such an exaggerated way like Sun Wukong introduced himself.

Song Yuan looked at Xu Baoer again and unexpectedly saw an acquaintance.

Although the other party was fully armed and didn't show any skin at all, Song Yu'an still recognized him at a glance.

Oh, Gu Huaili is really the God of War of pure love!