Try changing my plan again?

▍Today I still want to burn rich people to death

Just waiting for his own time, Jiang Song didn't bother to drive the car into the underground garage, so he parked it in the yard temporarily.

He was leaning against the side of the car with a cigarette between his fingertips. He didn't wear the usual tight-fitting suits, a dark blue loose sweater with jeans, and a pair of snow-white sneakers.

At first glance, there is still a little bit of youthful tail, bright and sunny.

Ruan Mian saw him as soon as she went out, and was quite surprised by the car parked beside him.

Although he has only been in touch twice, judging from Ruan Mian Yuehao's countless experiences, Jiang Song is not the kind of dude who will drive a luxury supercar and take a bunny girl for a ride around the street. After all, it must be a luxury car with low-key luxury and connotation, right?Unexpectedly, it turned out to be an unattractive SUV.

Ruan Mian pestered Geng Wanwan with her arm, and said in a low voice, "You are also from the third generation of rich people, why are you so different from others?"

Geng Wanwan snorted disdainfully, "I am a rich third generation with ideals and pursuits."

Ruan Mian, "Three generations of rich people with ideals and pursuits, please cure the lack of heart first."

When she got closer, Ruan Mian realized that she had missed her just now.

The Bentley Bentayga 6.0T is not a supercar, it is better than a supercar, the fuel consumption, a few bucks are gone with one kick of the accelerator, and the engine burns money.

Ruan Mian took a sip of saliva.

There is no problem with my own judgment, as expected, low-key luxury has connotations, and this connotation is really expensive.

Today I still want to burn the rich to death.

Jiang Song and Ruan Mian greeted each other, and when they saw Geng Wanwan, they tilted their heads imperceptibly, as if they were thinking about something.

Yudu met, and we will have to meet each other for cooperation in the future. Ruan Mian simply introduced, "This is my assistant."

"Yeah." Jiang Song opened the car door sideways, gave way a little, and said to Geng Wanwan, "Together?"

Geng Wanwan had such a thick skin, he agreed without thinking, "Okay! Anyway, I'm not used to going home so early!"

After agreeing, she asked embarrassingly, "Is it okay to take me with you?"

Now that it's all said and done, who can say you're in the way?

On the co-pilot, Ruan Mian fastened her seat belt and took a deep breath.

The car was clean and tidy, except for a small guard hanging on the rearview mirror, there was nothing extra, and the air was filled with a faint woody fragrance, just like Jiang Song's.

Quiet and elegant, Ruan Mian liked it more and more.

Before driving, Jiang Song asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Ruan Mian has the nerve to point fingers at this kind of thing, it must be what to eat, "You can decide, I can do it."

Geng Wanwan poked his head out of the gap in the front seat without looking out, "I can do anything!"

Ruan Mian silently spread her five fingers and pushed her face back.

Jiang Song, "Really let me decide?"

Ruan Mian, "Really."

Jiang Song smiled and said, "Okay."

During the rush hour, no matter what car you drive, you will be treated the same, and you will move forward like rows of turtles.

Looking at the rows of red car taillights, Ruan Mian suddenly had a strange gloating feeling in his heart: 400 million so what, why don't you just hang out here with others?

He secretly glanced at Jiang Song.

I don't know what to eat in a while.

Which high-end restaurant is likely to be, no matter how bad it is, it must be a high-standard private restaurant, right?

It just so happens that I'm about to die from overwork recently, so it's good to take advantage of the patron's father's treat to make up for it.

Ruan Mian was delighted until the patron's father turned in a narrow alley as he turned in the direction.

The neon lights in front of her eyes suddenly disappeared, Ruan Mian's heart skipped a beat, and she turned her head to look at Jiang Song who was looking indifferently in front of her with a strange expression.

The narrow road is really narrow, only the width of a one-way street. Jiang Song's car is still big, and he can almost pass it.

The old man in front was riding a bicycle unsteadily, while the cars behind kept honking their horns.

Jiang Song held the steering wheel with one hand, rested his elbow on the car window very relaxedly, and was not in a hurry. He just followed behind him slowly, until the uncle turned into the alley, and then stepped on the accelerator without haste.

The road is not easy to walk in the first place, and it is useless to honk the horn.

If you were riding a bicycle by yourself, it would be really annoying to be beeped in the middle of the night, unable to let go, trying to go fast but unable to get up.

Ruan Mian couldn't help but yawned a little, and pushed his glasses.

As expected of the eldest young master who is so idle, he can be so calm about everything.

Rich people are also divided into three, six, and nine grades. This one is obviously not the kind who spends millions of dollars every minute and makes himself a spinning top. In his eyes, time seems to be worthless.

Ruan Mian was once again surrounded by lemons: I hate it.

Not long after, they parked their car beside a pedestrian street.

The street is very long, with a variety of very down-to-earth facades on both sides. There is a large arched light box on the street, which is very down-to-earth with a green background and a red letter - Shibao Street.

Also used the three-dimensional special effects to bold the Song typeface, the standard series of forcing the designer to death.

Ruan Mian's appetite has never been very good, he eats very little and is not picky, and he can breathe easily if he stutters, which is very easy to feed, and he has never felt that those expensive and scary dishes are any different.

I didn't like to eat serious staple food, so it was just right for me.

Of course, he was a little surprised that his big meal dream was shattered.

It's really embarrassing for Young Master Jiang, this kind of nook and cranny can also be found.

Don't be a rich man who has nothing to do and wants to try something new. Usually, no one will accompany him to drive a luxury car into the slums. Recently, he just met someone who is pleasing to the eye, and came to taste the fireworks on a whim?

It's like a part of the TV series about the president at eight o'clock.

Just when Ruan Mian was about to volunteer to be a guide, Jiang Song said calmly and in the tone of a regular customer, "Here is a restaurant with delicious crab roe soup dumplings."

Ruan Mian was surprised, "Do you come here often?"

Jiang Song smiled, did not answer, and led them straight forward.

There are stalls at the door of the small shops on the street, selling everything, and the aroma of all kinds of food overflows, piercing into the nostrils one after another, and the index finger of the hooked person moves wildly.

Geng Wanwan cheered and rushed forward like a runaway wild dog, shouting loudly, "Stinky tofu! Bring me a box of stinky tofu! It's huge!"

In contrast, Jiang Song was much calmer, as if he was used to the world.

He calmly bought three drawers of soup dumplings, and calmly bought three donkey meat for fire, and then calmly basically saw that everyone had to get a portion, no matter what it was, and blindly ordered.

Ruan Mian thought to herself, she almost believed in his evil.

Does the posture that just climbed out of this mountain nest look like a regular visitor?

After all, Young Master Jiang played a wealthy demeanor in the food street.

And the blame was given to Ruan Mian.

Jiang Song didn't change his mind, "I don't know what you like to eat, so I want some."

Ruan Mian's eyebrows twitched: If you want to taste it, just say you want it, isn't it boring to touch porcelain?

The author says:

Today the author has nothing to say, I love you, refill.