Outright Favoritism

Chapter 504: The latest concept car

Chapter 504 The latest concept car

Listening to his grievances, Li Qiao rubbed his forehead.

Strictly speaking, if it wasn't for the seven sons to go their separate ways, An Yao might really become their partner.

Seeing that she was silent, An Yao secretly opened the mobile banking and prepared to return the car payment.

"You also said, it's just ‘reserve’." Li Qiao naturally wouldn’t miss his cautious opportunity, raising an eyebrow to tease An Yao, and clarifying the balance between the two.

An Yao slumped his head unhappily, tucked his phone back into his pocket, turned around and looked at the Ferrari F8, snorted, and muttered: "I have never seen a person who cares so much about you."

What is the use of ping-pong?

Li Qiao stared at him sideways, her lips faintly curved, "Please drink?"

An Yao's face turned from cloudy to sunny in an instant, and the soles of her feet were still stomped on the ground, and she urged her by the corner of her clothes: "What you said, don't regret it, walk around, and stay drunk tonight."

In front of Li Qiao, An Yao didn't have the arrogance and domineering of the rich second generation, just like a spoiled big boy, full of vitality and willfulness in every move.

In fact, he is four years older than Li Qiao.

...

Imperial Palace Nightclub.

Li Qiao and Anyao drove a Ferrari into the parking lot in front of the gate.

Both of them have a more casual style, outstanding temperament, and their gestures exude a taste of money.

Even though Li Qiao is relatively low-key, An Yaozha appeared in the nightclub, and a familiar wine seller immediately led them to the VIP area.

The nightclub was filled with smoke, and there was noisy sound waves everywhere.

With a big wave of his hand, An Yao ordered two bottles of classic whiskey, as well as various fruit plates and snacks.

"Are you in Nanyang for the past few years?" An Yao poured two glasses of wine, handed it to Li Qiao backhand, and asked with a grin.

Li Qiao took the wine glass and took a sip, "Well, my family is in Nanyang."

An Yao raised his head and drank half a glass of wine, and said, "Why did you suddenly part ways back then? Without saying a word, it made me easy to find."

"Something went wrong." Li Qiao shook the glass, her tone very weak.

An Yao turned his head along the way, looked at her with the not-so-bright light, and said deliberately: "Although I don't have much abilities, if you need help, you don't have to be polite to me."

Although, he felt that the possibility of Li Qiao asking him for help was very slim.

Even the investigation of Ferrari Enzo last time was borrowed from his father's general agent in the Asia-Pacific region.

Li Qiao and An Yao looked at each other for a while, pressed the corners of their lips, their eyes narrowed, "Okay."

...

After eleven o'clock at night, Li Qiao and An Yao parted at the entrance of the nightclub.

Since both of them had drunk, Anyao specially called the exclusive driver of the nightclub and drove them away.

Right now, he was sitting in the co-pilot of Ferrari, sticking his head out of the car window, and hitting a drinker: "Can I find you tomorrow?"

Li Qiao didn't drink much, at least more sober than him. She walked to her F8 car leisurely, glanced at him, "It depends."

"Well, all right."

An Yao leaned on the car window and watched the F8 go away reluctantly. Before seeing enough, the phone rang in his pocket.

He took out a look, and most of the time he woke up, "Dad, what's the matter."

"..."

Hearing his father's thunderous roar, An Yao scratched his hair irritably, "What made me go out again?"

"..."

"No, I haven't swaggered through the market, and you didn't say that the car in the exhibition hall can't be driven?"

The prince of the Fa family held up the phone to fight his wits with his father, anyway, no matter what the other party said, he had countless reasons to go back.

To put it bluntly, this wayward prince drove away all the eight new models in the Teikyo Ferrari Concept Showroom tonight.

When his father got the news, he almost didn't call the police, thinking that the exhibition hall had been stolen.

...

The next morning, two red-flag cars drove from Dijing Bieyuan to the old house of Zongjia, and another red Ferrari F8 followed the red-flag car.

Li San sat in the co-pilot of F8 and looked at the structure of the car, "When did you buy it?"

It is still the latest concept car.

Li Qiao put his hand on the steering wheel, glanced at the rearview mirror, "Sent from An Yao."

"An Yao?" Li San repeated the name. "The second fool of the Ferrari family?"

Li Qiao pursed her lips and smiled, and said to the red flag car in front of her, "Well, the drivers are all members of the clan, and it is not convenient to talk in the car. I will drive this first these few days in case of emergency."

Li San nodded in agreement, "Get me the same one."

"Row."

An hour later, three vehicles drove into the vicinity of Wanliu Lane on the Second Ring Road.

The old house of the Zong family is at the end of the alley. It is a courtyard with a long history. The famous Prince's Mansion is not far away.

In front of the house, a sentry stood guard.

After the Li family got off the car, they quickly took out many gift boxes from the trunk.

In the front yard living room, tea and cakes were placed on the table. When everyone was seated, Zong Zhan walked in through the door wearing a white shirt and trousers.

He was followed by Liang Wanhua in an elegant cheongsam dress.

"Mother-in-law, you can be regarded as coming." Liang Wanhua walked to Duan Shuyuan very politely, and a few words of greeting broke the dull atmosphere in the living room.

Zong Zhan sat on the sofa by the window, his eyes fell on Li Qiao impartially.

There was only a short tea table between the two. He leaned over his knees with his elbows, tilted his head and asked in a low voice, "How do you feel about the Emperor?"

Li Qiao looked at Zong Zhan, and this sentence didn't sound wrong at first.

But the dignified third master, would you care about her feelings for the Emperor?

Li Qiao raised her eyelids, "Not bad, but there are too many holes in the alley outside your house."

Zong Zhan reacted for a few seconds before recalling.

He curled his lips and smiled, rubbing his fingers across the end of his eyebrows, "That might be that your car chassis is too low."

"Probably."

At this point, whether it was Li Qiao or Zong Zhan, they all understood the other party's intentions.

He must have known that she got off the car midway last night, including the Ferrari, he should have seen it too.

As for why he pays so much attention to his own affairs, Li Qiao knows well.

The two looked at each other faintly, and after a second, both looked away.

A few people sat in the living room and chatted occasionally. Time passed quietly, but Elder Zong still didn't show up.

Liang Wanhua looked up at the wall clock on the wall, sighed silently, and explained to Duan Shuyuan: "The old man's health is not very good these two days, and he almost fell ill last night.

I'll go see him again, you guys have some tea first, third child, please entertain me. "

Zong Zhan nodded at Liang Wanhua, then picked up the cigarette case from the coffee table and glanced at Zong Yue, who had an unnatural expression, "Would you not go over and see your grandpa?"

Zong Yue bit the corner of his mouth, and answered vaguely, "Oh, I'm going now."

(End of this chapter)

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