Zhou Wei'an said: That, Mr. He, your card... He took out that card tremblingly. This card has been kept close to him, and it is stained with his hot body temperature.
He Songyang frowned slightly, looking at me. Is this my card? He asked with his expression: Who are you?
Zhou Wei'an was anxious and wanted to beat his face a few punches so that his face would be swollen like that day: That's right, that day Hu Xian...
He Songyang: Who is Hu Xian?
Zhou Weian stuttered when he was anxious, and couldn't explain it clearly. He whined for a long time, and He Songyang finally ran out of patience and opened the car door with a snap.
This car door is not an ordinary car door, it raised up like a wing, and Zhou Wei'an was almost lifted out
He Songyang looked down at Zhou Wei'an, who was squatting with his butt, and raised his chin slightly: Stutter, get in the car
Zhou Wei'an was thrown to the passenger seat with his collar. He stared at the two winged doors slowly closed again.
There are only two seats in the sports car, and the space is very cramped. Zhou Wei'an was uncomfortable sitting in the passenger seat.
He stammered: That...
He Songyang said: Safety belt
Zhou Wei'an was busy fastening his seat belt. Just as he was about to say something, He Songyang stepped on the accelerator.
At that moment, Zhou Wei'an felt like he was about to be thrown out of the seat. His body was swung uncontrollably, and his head slammed into the window, making a very muffled sound.
Zhou Wei'an: ...
Before his rough nerve could react, He Songyang slammed the steering wheel in the opposite direction again. Zhou Wei'an's throat screamed AhAhAhAhAh, and his body was thrown to the other side again. He was slapped with his seat belt and his stomach was not thrown on He Songyang's body.
He Songyang looked calm and was amused by Zhou Wei'an's reaction and sneered. Zhou Wei'an held the seat belt tightly, and tears were about to burst out.
His voice was trembling, but his voice was drowned in the roar of the engine: Please slow down, slower, a little more...
Long Xiaofei leaned beside Maserati and waited for a while before seeing He Songyang’s newly bought Porsche coming. A Biao and the others around him started to whistle: Songyang’s new car is so cool!
Long Xiaofei also stood up straight, Porsche stopped, and the doors on both sides opened at the same time. When Long Xiaofei was wondering, a person he didn't know got out of the co-pilot.
He really got out of here, his legs were weak, and he was lying on the ground with a heart-wrenching retching
He Songyang then slowly got out of the driver's seat. Long Xiaofei asked: Who is that person?
He Songyang said: I don't know
Long Xiaofei seemed speechless, but he was too lazy to care about it, so he just raised his chin and said: Since everyone is here, let's start.
What he said was the favorite amateur activity of this group of rich children, racing on the ring line in Beijing
Only playboys like them who are powerful, rich and idle have the heart to do this. Ordinary people do it that is illegal, but no one dares to take care of them if they do it.
Zhou Wei'an was sick on the way to come. He didn't spit out anything for a long time and felt extremely uncomfortable. He hadn't reacted yet, and the collar behind his clothes was taken away again: Get in the car
Zhou Wei'an said: I won't sit anymore... I won't sit anymore...
But He Songyang didn't listen to him at all and threw the person back to the passenger seat. Zhou Wei'an said with a sad face: I'll vomit...
He Songyang said: If you vomit, you will compensate for the car. The new car has just been shipped back from Europe.
Zhou Weian didn't dare to vomit at once, and swallowed the disgusting feeling back into his stomach. He asked carefully: It's going to cost one or two million, right?
He Songyang repeated: One or two million?
Zhou Weian looked at He Songyang with a fearful look: It's so expensive! I can't afford to kill Ah...
He Songyang stretched out a little finger and said: Two million, not even a fraction of this car
Zhou Wei'an: ...
Zhou Weian doesn’t understand the world of rich people very much. If two million is less than a fraction of this car, would this car cost tens of millions?
Tens of millions of cars?!
Just a car! Is it so expensive?
Zhou Wei'an, who has ever taken the most expensive bus, thought this way, it is normal for the bus to take so many people, and it costs hundreds of thousands of yuan. Nowadays, this kind of bus!
So small!
Only two seats!
It was also very uncomfortable to sit!
It actually costs tens of millions!
He hasn't seen so much money in his life
Just when Zhou Wei'an was stunned, the convoy in front slowly started. Each of these rich children drove a luxury car worth tens of millions. It would scare the tiny citizens like Zhou Wei'an to death if they said it.
Zhou Wei'an seemed to notice something was wrong. He grabbed the handrail by the door tightly and asked in cold sweat: What are you doing?
What are you doing? He Songyang snorted coldly, of course he was racing
Zhou Wei'an's face turned pale. It turned out that the way he came just now was not considered racing?
The convoy was led by Long Xiaofei and galloped on the elevated road. More than a dozen luxury cars worth tens of millions of yuan. The roar of the engine was deafening, cutting through the silent dark night.
The sound insulation effect of luxury cars is very good. Zhou Wei'an can only hear hazy sounds in the car. He asked tremblingly: You are racing here, will no one call the police? Will the police come to arrest him?
He Songyang: ...
He Songyang said: Who are you?
Zhou Wei'an: I...
He Songyang was too lazy to listen to his stuttering, and his slender fingers knocked on the steering wheel: Don’t you know who I am?
I know Ah, you are the son of someone in the news broadcast...
Zhou Wei'an was about to say that suddenly someone's car suddenly came up. He Songyang activates the steering wheel. Zhou Wei'an was not prepared and slams his head against the windshield again.
He Songyang cursed and quickly followed and walked alongside the car. Both owners knew each other and the body was very close.
Zhou Weian covered her head and was so scared that her heart was beating: Yes, it was going to hit her!
He Songyang said: No, he suddenly increased the accelerator, and Zhou Wei'an felt the whole car shaking, and the sesame cakes he ate at night in his stomach were churning.
Soon the cars next to them made way for He Songyang's Porsche to compete with the Maserati next to them. He Songyang slowly became serious. The new car under his feet was roaring, like a thousand-mile horse under the seat of a knight, uneasyly digging his hooves, eager to run.
The track starts from the west entrance of the elevated road, and two cars are like arrows off the strings, drawing two dazzling white rainbows in the darkness.
Sometimes it's Maserati leading the way, sometimes Porsche suddenly surpasses it, and the body bites it very hard
He Songyang's face was solemn. Although he only regarded racing as a must-have fun when accompanying his friends, his competitive spirit as a man makes him never give in to him.
His hands and feet were extremely stable, he shifted gears quickly, refueled properly, and made perfect drifts during corners. Porsche's dazzling body made a beautiful tail swing
The sound of a JīJī is made when the tire is gripping
The intercom installed on the car sizzled, and Long Xiaofei's low provocation sound came: Songyang, the end point is to pass the previous surveillance control.
He Songyang said: OK, don't lose
Long Xiaofei said: You wait!
At this time, He Songyang had a relatively advantageous position, leading Maserati, who was ahead of Long Xiaofei, and if he kept it like this, he would definitely win
But at this moment, the person in the passenger seat who had been forgotten by him spoke out: I, I want to vomit!
He Songyang looked at the road ahead without blinking, but didn't hear it at all
Zhou Wei'an said again: I really want to vomit...dish!
He Songyang was startled: What?! Fuck you...!
Porsche suddenly left the track and twisted several turns. Maserati rushed to the front all of a sudden. Porsche suddenly stopped, and He Songyang jumped out of the car suddenly
All the cars watching the game behind were stopped. Everyone got out of the car and watched. He Songyang picked up a person from the co-pilot.
A small stutter! He Songyang held Zhou Wei'an's ears angrily, and Zhou Wei'an whined: It hurts so much!
He Songyang said: My new car! I was vomited by you!
Maserati lost her opponent and drove back slowly. Long Xiaofei got out of the car with an unhappy look: What's wrong?
He Songyang said: This gadget was vomited in my car
Zhou Weian said weakly: I, I said I will vomit
He Songyang was both angry and funny, unable to speak. He looked at Zhou Wei'anke's face and let go of his hand and said: Forget it, my car is dirty, I'll go back first today, you can play.
The others got in the car and continued to play. Only He Songyang and Zhou Wei'an were left. He Songyang took out a pack of cigarettes, stuffed them into his mouth, lit them, took them a few sips, and looked at Zhou Wei'an through the smoke and asked: Are you better? You're leaving.
Zhou Weian recovered from his energy and felt much more comfortable after vomiting. However, when he thought of the price of the car, he was so scared that he was sweating coldly behind his back. He said: I, I, I can't afford to pay...
I know you can't afford it. He Songyang shook the ashes and got in the car first
Zhou Wei'an had to get in the car again. There were only two seats in the car, and one of them was spit dirty by him.
Zhou Wei'an had to take off his coat and put it under his butt, trying to prevent himself from thinking about what was under his clothes
He Songyang drove much more steadily this time, but he was not going back to the Xishan Villa. Zhou Wei'an asked carefully: Where are you going?
Zhou Weian didn't dare to speak at all, so as not to remind He Songyang of asking him to compensate the car or something. Even if he sold him, he would not be able to compensate the car for a fraction of the car.
He Songyang drove the car into a large warehouse near the suburbs of the city. Zhou Wei'an got out of the car uneasy and stood in front of the warehouse door. He Songyang opened the rolling gate.
It was pitch black in the warehouse. He Songyang went in first and opened the electric switch beside the door. The lights inside were suddenly bright, and the white blazing lights illuminated Zhou Wei'an's surprised eyes.
He couldn't help but open his mouth and said oh
The warehouse is full of luxury cars that look very valuable, and each car paint alone is more expensive than Zhou Wei'an's life.
He didn't know what He Songyang was trying to bring him here. Is he going to crush the living people?
He Songyang had already entered, so Zhou Wei'an had to bite the bullet and go in. The warehouse was filled with cars that Zhou Wei'an could not call, but even outsiders like him could see that these cars were very expensive at first glance.
The difference between luxury cars and ordinary cars can be seen from the appearance alone. From the design of the body to the color of the car paint, you can identify the quality of a car.
He Songyang walked into the warehouse and opened another rolling gate. There was a workshop inside. He Songyang drove the Porsche in, and then threw a rag to Zhou Wei'an, who was still standing in a daze: Why are you stupid? Go and wash the car quickly, wash it clean and come up to find me
He Songyang frowned slightly, looking at me. Is this my card? He asked with his expression: Who are you?
Zhou Wei'an was anxious and wanted to beat his face a few punches so that his face would be swollen like that day: That's right, that day Hu Xian...
He Songyang: Who is Hu Xian?
Zhou Weian stuttered when he was anxious, and couldn't explain it clearly. He whined for a long time, and He Songyang finally ran out of patience and opened the car door with a snap.
This car door is not an ordinary car door, it raised up like a wing, and Zhou Wei'an was almost lifted out
He Songyang looked down at Zhou Wei'an, who was squatting with his butt, and raised his chin slightly: Stutter, get in the car
Zhou Wei'an was thrown to the passenger seat with his collar. He stared at the two winged doors slowly closed again.
There are only two seats in the sports car, and the space is very cramped. Zhou Wei'an was uncomfortable sitting in the passenger seat.
He stammered: That...
He Songyang said: Safety belt
Zhou Wei'an was busy fastening his seat belt. Just as he was about to say something, He Songyang stepped on the accelerator.
At that moment, Zhou Wei'an felt like he was about to be thrown out of the seat. His body was swung uncontrollably, and his head slammed into the window, making a very muffled sound.
Zhou Wei'an: ...
Before his rough nerve could react, He Songyang slammed the steering wheel in the opposite direction again. Zhou Wei'an's throat screamed AhAhAhAhAh, and his body was thrown to the other side again. He was slapped with his seat belt and his stomach was not thrown on He Songyang's body.
He Songyang looked calm and was amused by Zhou Wei'an's reaction and sneered. Zhou Wei'an held the seat belt tightly, and tears were about to burst out.
His voice was trembling, but his voice was drowned in the roar of the engine: Please slow down, slower, a little more...
Long Xiaofei leaned beside Maserati and waited for a while before seeing He Songyang’s newly bought Porsche coming. A Biao and the others around him started to whistle: Songyang’s new car is so cool!
Long Xiaofei also stood up straight, Porsche stopped, and the doors on both sides opened at the same time. When Long Xiaofei was wondering, a person he didn't know got out of the co-pilot.
He really got out of here, his legs were weak, and he was lying on the ground with a heart-wrenching retching
He Songyang then slowly got out of the driver's seat. Long Xiaofei asked: Who is that person?
He Songyang said: I don't know
Long Xiaofei seemed speechless, but he was too lazy to care about it, so he just raised his chin and said: Since everyone is here, let's start.
What he said was the favorite amateur activity of this group of rich children, racing on the ring line in Beijing
Only playboys like them who are powerful, rich and idle have the heart to do this. Ordinary people do it that is illegal, but no one dares to take care of them if they do it.
Zhou Wei'an was sick on the way to come. He didn't spit out anything for a long time and felt extremely uncomfortable. He hadn't reacted yet, and the collar behind his clothes was taken away again: Get in the car
Zhou Wei'an said: I won't sit anymore... I won't sit anymore...
But He Songyang didn't listen to him at all and threw the person back to the passenger seat. Zhou Wei'an said with a sad face: I'll vomit...
He Songyang said: If you vomit, you will compensate for the car. The new car has just been shipped back from Europe.
Zhou Weian didn't dare to vomit at once, and swallowed the disgusting feeling back into his stomach. He asked carefully: It's going to cost one or two million, right?
He Songyang repeated: One or two million?
Zhou Weian looked at He Songyang with a fearful look: It's so expensive! I can't afford to kill Ah...
He Songyang stretched out a little finger and said: Two million, not even a fraction of this car
Zhou Wei'an: ...
Zhou Weian doesn’t understand the world of rich people very much. If two million is less than a fraction of this car, would this car cost tens of millions?
Tens of millions of cars?!
Just a car! Is it so expensive?
Zhou Wei'an, who has ever taken the most expensive bus, thought this way, it is normal for the bus to take so many people, and it costs hundreds of thousands of yuan. Nowadays, this kind of bus!
So small!
Only two seats!
It was also very uncomfortable to sit!
It actually costs tens of millions!
He hasn't seen so much money in his life
Just when Zhou Wei'an was stunned, the convoy in front slowly started. Each of these rich children drove a luxury car worth tens of millions. It would scare the tiny citizens like Zhou Wei'an to death if they said it.
Zhou Wei'an seemed to notice something was wrong. He grabbed the handrail by the door tightly and asked in cold sweat: What are you doing?
What are you doing? He Songyang snorted coldly, of course he was racing
Zhou Wei'an's face turned pale. It turned out that the way he came just now was not considered racing?
The convoy was led by Long Xiaofei and galloped on the elevated road. More than a dozen luxury cars worth tens of millions of yuan. The roar of the engine was deafening, cutting through the silent dark night.
The sound insulation effect of luxury cars is very good. Zhou Wei'an can only hear hazy sounds in the car. He asked tremblingly: You are racing here, will no one call the police? Will the police come to arrest him?
He Songyang: ...
He Songyang said: Who are you?
Zhou Wei'an: I...
He Songyang was too lazy to listen to his stuttering, and his slender fingers knocked on the steering wheel: Don’t you know who I am?
I know Ah, you are the son of someone in the news broadcast...
Zhou Wei'an was about to say that suddenly someone's car suddenly came up. He Songyang activates the steering wheel. Zhou Wei'an was not prepared and slams his head against the windshield again.
He Songyang cursed and quickly followed and walked alongside the car. Both owners knew each other and the body was very close.
Zhou Weian covered her head and was so scared that her heart was beating: Yes, it was going to hit her!
He Songyang said: No, he suddenly increased the accelerator, and Zhou Wei'an felt the whole car shaking, and the sesame cakes he ate at night in his stomach were churning.
Soon the cars next to them made way for He Songyang's Porsche to compete with the Maserati next to them. He Songyang slowly became serious. The new car under his feet was roaring, like a thousand-mile horse under the seat of a knight, uneasyly digging his hooves, eager to run.
The track starts from the west entrance of the elevated road, and two cars are like arrows off the strings, drawing two dazzling white rainbows in the darkness.
Sometimes it's Maserati leading the way, sometimes Porsche suddenly surpasses it, and the body bites it very hard
He Songyang's face was solemn. Although he only regarded racing as a must-have fun when accompanying his friends, his competitive spirit as a man makes him never give in to him.
His hands and feet were extremely stable, he shifted gears quickly, refueled properly, and made perfect drifts during corners. Porsche's dazzling body made a beautiful tail swing
The sound of a JīJī is made when the tire is gripping
The intercom installed on the car sizzled, and Long Xiaofei's low provocation sound came: Songyang, the end point is to pass the previous surveillance control.
He Songyang said: OK, don't lose
Long Xiaofei said: You wait!
At this time, He Songyang had a relatively advantageous position, leading Maserati, who was ahead of Long Xiaofei, and if he kept it like this, he would definitely win
But at this moment, the person in the passenger seat who had been forgotten by him spoke out: I, I want to vomit!
He Songyang looked at the road ahead without blinking, but didn't hear it at all
Zhou Wei'an said again: I really want to vomit...dish!
He Songyang was startled: What?! Fuck you...!
Porsche suddenly left the track and twisted several turns. Maserati rushed to the front all of a sudden. Porsche suddenly stopped, and He Songyang jumped out of the car suddenly
All the cars watching the game behind were stopped. Everyone got out of the car and watched. He Songyang picked up a person from the co-pilot.
A small stutter! He Songyang held Zhou Wei'an's ears angrily, and Zhou Wei'an whined: It hurts so much!
He Songyang said: My new car! I was vomited by you!
Maserati lost her opponent and drove back slowly. Long Xiaofei got out of the car with an unhappy look: What's wrong?
He Songyang said: This gadget was vomited in my car
Zhou Weian said weakly: I, I said I will vomit
He Songyang was both angry and funny, unable to speak. He looked at Zhou Wei'anke's face and let go of his hand and said: Forget it, my car is dirty, I'll go back first today, you can play.
The others got in the car and continued to play. Only He Songyang and Zhou Wei'an were left. He Songyang took out a pack of cigarettes, stuffed them into his mouth, lit them, took them a few sips, and looked at Zhou Wei'an through the smoke and asked: Are you better? You're leaving.
Zhou Weian recovered from his energy and felt much more comfortable after vomiting. However, when he thought of the price of the car, he was so scared that he was sweating coldly behind his back. He said: I, I, I can't afford to pay...
I know you can't afford it. He Songyang shook the ashes and got in the car first
Zhou Wei'an had to get in the car again. There were only two seats in the car, and one of them was spit dirty by him.
Zhou Wei'an had to take off his coat and put it under his butt, trying to prevent himself from thinking about what was under his clothes
He Songyang drove much more steadily this time, but he was not going back to the Xishan Villa. Zhou Wei'an asked carefully: Where are you going?
Zhou Weian didn't dare to speak at all, so as not to remind He Songyang of asking him to compensate the car or something. Even if he sold him, he would not be able to compensate the car for a fraction of the car.
He Songyang drove the car into a large warehouse near the suburbs of the city. Zhou Wei'an got out of the car uneasy and stood in front of the warehouse door. He Songyang opened the rolling gate.
It was pitch black in the warehouse. He Songyang went in first and opened the electric switch beside the door. The lights inside were suddenly bright, and the white blazing lights illuminated Zhou Wei'an's surprised eyes.
He couldn't help but open his mouth and said oh
The warehouse is full of luxury cars that look very valuable, and each car paint alone is more expensive than Zhou Wei'an's life.
He didn't know what He Songyang was trying to bring him here. Is he going to crush the living people?
He Songyang had already entered, so Zhou Wei'an had to bite the bullet and go in. The warehouse was filled with cars that Zhou Wei'an could not call, but even outsiders like him could see that these cars were very expensive at first glance.
The difference between luxury cars and ordinary cars can be seen from the appearance alone. From the design of the body to the color of the car paint, you can identify the quality of a car.
He Songyang walked into the warehouse and opened another rolling gate. There was a workshop inside. He Songyang drove the Porsche in, and then threw a rag to Zhou Wei'an, who was still standing in a daze: Why are you stupid? Go and wash the car quickly, wash it clean and come up to find me
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