Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Mr. Yan?

Is it the Mr. Yan she thinks about?

Ruan Xihe retracted his body and pushed the parasol down hard.

"Wasang, is it Yan Fufeng?"

"Yes."

Actually, she doesn’t need to say 044, she can hear it too. After all, there are not many people practicing at this time, and there are very few people in the audience. Sometimes Ruan Xi and herself find it strange that she can actually hear Yan Fufeng’s footsteps. .

The footsteps are getting closer.

She stayed in position and dared not move.

Fortunately, the group of them didn't pay attention here. After the people passed, Ruan Xihe immediately ran to the toilet under an umbrella.

Yan Fufeng's heart beat inexplicably, paused in place, he covered his heart.

"Liu Ye."

"Liu Ye!"

Both Lin Dong and Changming called him nervously.

"It's okay." He whispered, and looked back awkwardly. Just now, there seemed to be a little girl holding an umbrella in the auditorium. Why is there no one now.

"Mr. Yan, what are you looking at?" the head of the club asked eagerly.

This is the father of the gold master, and it is related to the investment of 100 million yuan.

"Nothing, let's go."

......

Ruan Xihe, who hid in the toilet in advance, sighed quietly after listening to the announcement of 044's itinerary.

"Fargo, the world is too small."

"No, you have too many ex-boyfriends."

Ruan Xihe: .......

After Yan Fufeng left, she sat back in the auditorium again.

Wen Ye drove super fiercely, drifting like no money.

But driving like this is quite a waste of the car.

She took out her phone and recorded several passages, picked the best one and sent it to Moments.

The people in this account are all Wen Ye's friends and classmates. After a while, many likes and comments, and one after another asks if the racing driver is Wen Ye.

She replied one by one in a good temper.

When Wen Ye came over with the helmet in his arms, there was the afterglow of the setting sun behind him, the purple-red sunset, such long legs, and the gray hair of grandma's gray seemed to be dyed by the glow for an instant, which was too good-looking.

The shadow under my feet is so long and slender, it makes people feel peaceful and quiet inexplicably.

He walked to Ruan Xihe, and the girl handed him the water.

Wen Ye first lowered his head and kissed gently between her eyebrows.

"If it's hot, wait for me inside from now on, don't come out and sit down." He squeezed slightly, her slightly reddish face, it was hot outside even with an umbrella.

"Be closer to you like this." She smiled.

Wen was also sweetened by her, leading people to walk outside.

He knows a lot, and F1 and rally are what he is most interested in.

This time I mainly went to Shanghai to run F1.

As a purely sports event, F1 is competing to expand the influence of the brand team. He has long been favored by Ferrari's team.

The car that belonged to him was changed a year ago, and it is all the best team and the best parts.

Watch this one in China now.

As long as he can win, he can get a bonus of at least 10 million yuan at a time, and he can also get a mess of various broadcast dividends.

In the car

"I heard them say that DK seems to be injecting capital into this club." Wen also said.

"Really?"

"I have also been paying attention to DK in recent years. They were only doing racing games before, but it seems that they are interested in developing the team in the past few years."

"Aren't you already signed with Ferrari?"

"Next year, if the DK is right, you can go there." Wen also smiled, the racer would go wherever the welfare is good.

Ruan Xihe smiled lightly.

"Sister, what do you think of DK?"

Looking out the window, Ruan Xihe turned his finger around the Cartier full-diamond ring unconsciously: "Very good."

"I heard that the boss of DK believes in Buddhism, hahahaha, do you say that if I am a DK team in the next year, do I have to buy a string of prayer beads to bring it?" Wen also thought about it and found it interesting.

When the traffic lights stopped, he found that Ruan Xihe had been looking out the window and had not said anything: "Sister, what's the matter?"

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