The car couldn't start no matter what, which made Sikong slap the steering wheel hard in anger and frustration. He accidentally pressed the horn, and only heard a sharp whistle piercing the quiet suburbs.

"How about it?"

Looking at the immobile red sports car in the rearview mirror, Liu Zhenying was so proud that he asked, "Am I right?"

Han Muqing took a deep breath. He had personally experienced Liu Zhenying's audacity, but looking at the small hands on the steering wheel, he could only coax: "Yes, my sister is really..." Amazing.

Before the last two words were spoken, he noticed that she was about to turn the car around and pass in front of Sikong's car majestically.

His dark eyes suddenly narrowed: "Zhenying, what are you doing?"

"Of course, after you win, you can show off your power."

Han Muqing originally wanted to stop her, but Liu Zhenying's movements were too fast. He had no choice but to find a peaked cap from the locker and put it on her head.

She didn't refuse, she just looked at him with confused eyes.

"Wear it well and don't cause trouble."

"oh."

When the silver sports car turned back, Sikong's eyes were particularly cold. He took out a cigarette from his pocket skillfully, regardless of whether there was anyone else around him, lit it, held it in his mouth and started smoking.

"Young Master Si..."

"Shut up, I."

The sound of the woman breathing heavily in his ear sounded very disturbing. He looked out the window and saw a silver sports car parked diagonally in front of his car. The driver's window was lowered and an arm was stretched out from inside.

, and then gestured to him...

middle finger.

Damn it.

Sikong's eyes suddenly narrowed heavily.

I just looked at that arm, which was white and almost transparent in the bright sunshine. Although it only raised one finger, it was slender and even, almost like a handicraft placed in an exhibition hall.

Not to mention, he could see half of her face through the slightly lowered slit, and the other half was obscured by the hat, making it vaguely charming.

She was smiling, the corners of her mouth raised without hesitation, looking so proud and cunning.

But even so, Sikong didn't feel the slightest bit disgusted.

"Fuck." He cursed again and put out the cigarette in his hand: "Which family are you from? If you have the ability to report your registration number."

"You care about me?"

Liu Zhenying sneered back unceremoniously, feeling that it was not enough. The finger he stretched out the window slowly changed from upward to downward. He smiled and sneered softly: "Oh, you little trash."

Sikong's eyebrows were raised high, and he felt as if someone had set a fire in his heart, making his blood boil.

He grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, and no woman had ever dared to ridicule him so arrogantly and arrogantly.

This is the first one.

But before he could ask the next question, the silver sports car stepped on the accelerator and drove away from the scene.

Sikong's car was totaled, so he naturally found someone to pick him up and tow the car away for repairs.

But when the phone call was made, the first thing he said was...

"Help me investigate a little girl. The license plate number is..."

Before the car had driven a kilometer, Liu Zhenying was lifted back to the passenger seat by Han Muqing. She flatly said with a somewhat aggrieved expression: "I've already knocked you back, why are you still angry? I didn't hit you hard enough."

Really? How about we go back and bump into each other again?"

These words completely aroused Han Muqing's anger.

He raised his hand and hit her on the head: "Liu Zhenying, you are only twenty years old, and you haven't even taken the driver's license test. You dare to drive on the road and drag racing for me. You really don't want your life."
Chapter completed!