Hey, that big guy, I've teased

Chapter 11
"Ling Chengzhi, I only owe you 250 million, and I didn't run away. You don't need to push so hard, do you?"

Sheng Ying angrily dragged Ling Chengzhi outside the bar, and roared at the beginning.

Ling Chengzhi looked at her expressionlessly, his eyes were very cold, so cold that it would make people feel chilled from the depths of their soul.

There is a strange aura about him, like the turbulent but unexplosive hostility suppressed by his external dignity.

What Sheng Ying felt the previous few times was the overbearing that filled Ling Chengzhi's careless heart, she didn't care much.

But at this moment, there was an aura of hostility between his browbones, and she actually smelled an aura unique to Shen Yifeng: gangster aura.

Sheng Ying subconsciously recognized the beginning, not looking at him.

Ling Chengzhi said coldly: "For money, can you do anything?"

"What's up with you?"

Yes, what's the matter with him?

She didn't remember him at all, or in other words, she never had any memory of a man named Ling Chengzhi.

Ling Chengzhi put away his stern face, and looked at Sheng Ying with a half-smile: "You owe me so much money, why is it none of my business? If you die in a fight with others, who do I ask to pay the debt? "

"Did I fucking miss your two hundred and five? Crazy!"

Sheng Ying was so angry that the veins on his forehead swelled up, he raised his finger and poked Ling Chengzhi's heart: "In three days, I will definitely return the money to you, and during this period, don't let me see you again."

After saying that, she turned around and hurried back to the bar.

There was no way to fight the wine anymore, Sheng Ying returned to the backstage lounge, leaning on the sofa with her right arm in her arms, her whole body curled up.

The four ghosts hastily followed in: "A Ying, what are you doing, did you get sick again?"

"I'm fine, Aji, you go and appease the third brother, don't offend this guest, he is quite nice to me."

"He has already paid the bill and left, and the commission has been credited to your account."

"Ok!"

Sheng Ying didn't say anything more, her body shrunk into a terrifying posture, she gritted her teeth, and endured the bone-eroding pain spreading all over her body.

Sweat dripped from between her brows and rolled down her cheeks.But she lowered her head, not wanting others to see her distress.

Ah Ji poured a glass of water, found a bottle of medicine in Sheng Ying's bag, poured out two pills and handed them to her together with the water glass.

"A Ying, do you want to stand up in front of us?" It was A Mei who asked, with a sigh and distressed expression on her face.

Although the four ghosts are her bodyguards, they are also brothers and sisters.

Sheng Ying took the medicine obediently and continued to curl up.

The pain lasted for half an hour before she got better. She grabbed her phone and looked at it. It was almost twelve o'clock.

She also has a job appointment and has to go.

"You all go back, don't follow me later, I have an appointment with A Yao."

"Aying, you..."

Sheng Ying raised her hand to stop them from talking, got up and walked into the dressing room.When he came out again, he was dressed in a neat black leather suit.

"I am leaving."

The job appointment is on the extreme speedway, in Shen Feiyao's extreme club.

——Shen Feiyao, the son of Shen Yifeng. 20 years old, a well-known extreme sports enthusiast and club leader in City A.

Shen Feiyao likes to play cars, and often organizes small-scale competitions, attracting many players because of the generous bonuses.

Every time he encountered a player who was too strong, he would invite Sheng Ying to come over to support him.

——Sheng Ying, in Shen Feiyao's eyes, an existence that is invincible and invincible.

Over the years, Sheng Ying has earned a lot of extra money from him.

When Sheng Ying arrived, Shen Feiyao was already waiting at the gate. He was dressed in casual sportswear, which made him tall and slender.

Shen Feiyao's appearance is not aggressive at all, gentle and gentle, and wearing glasses, he is more gentle and elegant than his father Shen Yifeng.

But in fact, his nature belongs to the Wild faction.

Sheng Ying's motorcycle braked in front of him, and he walked over with a hug: "A Ying, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you so much."

"Call ma'am!"

"No!"

Sheng Ying didn't talk too much nonsense with him, and slowly rode the car into the club, but there was no sense of urgency to compete.

She glanced at Shen Feiyao: "Where's the person?"

Shen Feiyao glanced at his watch: "Hurry up, it's twelve o'clock on time..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a roar of a locomotive outside the club, and it sounded like an incredible racing car.

Sheng Han turned his head, and saw a locomotive rushing in with lightning speed, the speed reached two or three hundred.

(End of this chapter)