The rebirth confession failed, the school beauty is anxious

Do you still have to be responsible for him?

Has he always been so shameless?

But then again, who took the initiative?

Just when Luo Qingqing was thinking a lot, the man's hot breath came to her ears.

"You put me to sleep, do I have to come back, huh?"

"what?"

Luo Qingqing's mind went blank, wondering what Si Xin meant by this sentence.

However, Si Xin didn't give her any time to think about it.

He lowered his head and kissed those gorgeous red lips.

. . . . . .

Wutong Community.

A red Ferrari with temporary license plates was parked on the side of the road.

Sitting in the cab was a girl wearing sunglasses and a sunhat.

"Chen Zhou…"

The girl's cherry-red little mouth spit out two words, and the corners of her mouth raised a beautiful arc.

hum!

As soon as you step on the accelerator, the Ferrari shoots out like an arrow.

This is a two-way three-lane road.

As the Spring Festival is approaching, many companies have gone on holiday, and there are relatively few vehicles on the road.

Qi Yunfeng drove the car to 40 yards, about 65 kilometers per hour.

Just listen to the loud sound of the engine in front.

The blazing high-beam headlights shone over.

Qi Yunfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered: "Do you want my more than 8 million Rolls-Royce to make way for you? Do you know how to turn on the high beam when riding a horse?"

After saying that, he turned on the high beam, and the strong light instantly overwhelmed everything in sight.

Qi Yunfeng narrowed his eyes to a slit, staring intently at whether the two beams of light in front of him had changed paths.

However, the sports car in front showed no intention of slowing down or changing lanes.

Just when the two cars were still about 100-200 meters apart. . . . . .

Qi Yunfeng slammed on the brakes and turned the steering wheel with both hands.

squeak…

whoosh…

The screeching sound of brakes cut through the night, and the two cars passed by each other in an instant.

Qi Yunfeng's face was gloomy, he held his neck and growled: "Fuck, can't she see the flying goddess on the front of our car?"

Perhaps because he had been driving a Rolls-Royce for a long time, all the cars on the road would give way to him, which caused Qi Yunfeng's temperament to change slightly. He just heard the roar of the supercar engine and high beams in front of him, and he subconsciously wanted to give that supercar a try. I ran to get some insights, but I didn't expect that the guy opposite me was not afraid of death.

Jiang Wu patted his chest with lingering fear: "The car that just passed by was at least 80 yards away..."

"The distance of 1 meters is about 40 second. Adding my speed of 100 yards, her speed is at least yards!"

Qi Yunfeng's hands holding the steering wheel were trembling.

Because of my impulsiveness, I almost hit him.

This is a Rolls-Royce costing more than eight million, and I can't afford to pay for any paint loss.

Of course, this is only second.

Jay Chou is also sitting in the back seat. If there is a car accident, he will probably have to answer for it.

Zhou Chen had just finished sending a message to Tang Wan. He raised his head and warned: "Although we are a Rolls-Royce, we still have to give way when we should. If we encounter a drunk driver or an addict, we will be the ones who suffer!"

Everyone is afraid of death, and Zhou Chen is no exception.

Doing business will inevitably offend others, especially your own reckless temperament.

Some time ago, someone hired a killer to kill him.

Before catching the killer, I had trouble sleeping and eating every day.

"Dr. Jay, I remember!"

Qi Yunfeng took a deep breath and realized his mistake.

He decided to go back tonight and reflect on himself.

. . . . . .

Jiazhou.

Yunshui Villa.

Wang Ren took Tang Wan to the door of the study.

The study door is made of two rosewood doors.

There is a plaque on the door with the words "Shuxiang Pavilion" on it.

The appearance of Yunshui Villa is in Miliya style, but the interior decoration is in Chinese style.

Just like Mr. Shen. . . . . .

My nationality is abroad, but my heart is close to my motherland.

The sandalwood door is equipped with a combination lock.

Wang Ren, wearing a black Chinese tunic suit, stood behind Tang Wan and said slowly: "The old chairman never let us enter his study, so no one knows the password to the office. He should have told you the password!"

Logan stretched out his slender index finger and entered a nine-digit password on the password keyboard.