Inciting rebellion against brother-in-law

Xiaoyu was shocked. The last time his brother got so angry was in Munich.

Xiaoyu is a little anxious, what should I do?

Last time my brother got angry and actually chopped off both of that man's hands...

No, no, her brother is the person she likes and he cannot be harmed.

What about her younger brother? Her younger brother is her relative and the one she loves. He does this for his own good...

Xiaoyu was in agony, and the next second, her eyes closed and her heart jumped out.

Duo'er jumped in front of them, and Mu Qingshen was so frightened that she immediately put away her knife for fear of hurting her.

"Both of you, get out of here!" Xiaoyu pointed one finger at a time, her face bulging, and she was angry.

Mu Qingshen: "..."

Mu Yeqin: "..."

Mu Qingshen: Sister, it seems we are the ones who should get out?

Mu Yeqin: Shall I go?

Xiaoyu realized that she had said something wrong, and raised her hand angrily, glaring at her brother, "You, pull me out of here!"

Mu Yeqin: "..."

Mu Qingshen: "..."

Okay, then get out.

Mu Qing held her tightly, turned around and left.

"Wait a minute!" Mu Yeqin stretched out his hand and grabbed her.

Xiaoyu turned around, her eyes bright, "Brother, are you trying to keep me here?"

"Yes." Mu Yeqin did not deny it. He blocked them in front of them with his tall body and stared at Mu Qingshen. "You can't take her away. She was invited by me. My friendship with the landlord has not been fulfilled yet. You

We can't just take her away."

"No? If I want to take my sister away, do I still need your permission? I, the Mu family member, also have your turn to dictate?"

Mu Qingshen was arrogant and pointed the knife at him again, her voice condensed: "Get out of the way!"

"No!"

Mu Yeqin didn't take a step back, unmoving, his expression clearly revealed: If you have the guts, just cut him down.

Mu Qingshen's hand holding the handle of the knife tightened, and there was fire in her pupils. Do you think I really don't dare?

If it weren't for the fact that there were two children in the room, he would have gone up there with a knife.

What he has in his hand is a real knife, a shining real knife, which can definitely bleed someone with one strike.

Xiaoyu was very happy because she didn't expect her brother to keep her. But looking at the current situation, it was better for him not to keep her. Xiaoyu was so anxious that she almost got angry. She couldn't help but look back, wanting to ask for help. But when she turned around, she was dumbfounded.

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Yuanyuan was playing in the rankings, sipping and enjoying the grapes fed by her father.

On the small sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Juechen crossed his legs and browsed magazines quietly, taking a sip of tea from the small table from time to time.

Even if the surrounding environment is terrible, he can still look like a handsome man.

Ling Lie lay down on the couch, resting his head on his brother's legs, and went through "Da Min Fashion" with him. The two brothers hadn't played together in a team for a long time, and this long-lost feeling of intimacy made Ling Lie happy.

Xiaochun leaned against Si Jin and fell asleep.

Fu Shiyun was scrolling through Douyin boredly, occasionally raising his eyes to look at them.

Oh, are you going to cut it?

The center of the living room is arrogant and arrogant, and the next moment it can cause a violent storm; the floor-to-ceiling windows are peaceful and peaceful, enjoying life. They are two extremes, as if they are not in a parallel space.

Xiaoyu was just worrying about everything.

I can't fight, I can't fight. My uncle and uncle are so loving, how can we fight?

Yuanyuan has already seen through it.

"Uncle, put down your knife and come over here to get two more with me?" Yuanyuan said while playing.

Mu Qingshen's emotions went from being violent to being forbearing. She threw down the knife, picked up her sister and left.

Unexpectedly, the old dog caught him halfway, and Xiao Yu was snatched away and fell firmly into the old dog's arms, and then the old dog hurriedly turned around and went upstairs.

"You tm——" Mu Qingshen picked up the knife and chased after him.

Enter the room, throw it on the bed, come out, close the door!

Done in one go.

Hidden the person in the room.

Mu Yeqin came out too hastily, and Mu Qingshen rushed forward too hastily. The two of them almost collided. Mu Qingshen raised his knife, and this time he really wanted to chop.

Mu Yeqin raised his hand, grabbed his wrist and shook it twice before the knife fell to the ground.

"Let's talk."

Not allowing him to resist, Mu Yeqin pulled him downstairs.

"Let me go, damn! Japan..."

Mu Qingshen kept shouting, and the people in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows watched as he was pulled out of the door.

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Under the vast darkness of night, the road winding to the mountains was dimly glowing with silver.

Two black and white checkered flags specially designed for racing, the flagpoles were crossed on a huge iron door. The iron door slowly opened and the lamps lit up. Mu Qingshen was stunned.

An eight-thousand-meter circular asphalt track is endless as far as the eye can see. The straight track can be five thousand meters long.

Mu Yeqin said: "The speed of this track can reach 150 kilometers per hour. On that straight road, you can gallop to 280."

Ouch~~~~

Mu Qingshen was speechless.

This motherfucker is the real rich man┭┮﹏┭┮~~

It doesn’t matter if you build a track at home. The key is this speed┭┮﹏┭┮~~

The world-famous race track Le Mans is 13.5 kilometers long, with an average speed of only 200 kilometers per hour and a straight line of up to 390 kilometers.

What the hell, it’s a replica of Le Mans, Le Mans’ son, Little Le Mans┭┮﹏┭┮~~

Especially, this track is built at home, at home┭┮﹏┭┮~~

What they have at home is better than many professional tracks outside┭┮﹏┭┮~~

Mu Qing burst into tears and looked at the sports cars in the center of the track, black, silver, blue, yellow and green...

It was so bright that it blinded his peach blossom eyes.

This time, not only tears, but also saliva flowed out.

Any of these sports cars can rank in single digits in the world rankings.

Mu Qing bent over deeply, her eyes almost glued to the cars. With her excited heart and trembling hands, she passed by the cars one by one. She had already forgotten all about the poor little sister in the room.

Oh, Xiaoyu has already fallen asleep.

That room belonged to Mu Yeqin, and there was his fragrance on the quilt. It was very light, very light. Xiaoyu sniffed it and fell asleep.

In the dream, she was sitting on the swing, and her brother was pushing her from behind. She raised her head high, opened her arms, and smiled so happily...

Mu Yeqin kept paying attention to his reaction and raised his lips with satisfaction.

When she hit a car, Mu Qing was shocked, and then straightened up.

He stared at the car in disbelief, a little dumbfounded, "This, this is Roslin..."

Roslin, a true god.

I participated in F1 for the first time seven years ago, and the record was immediately exceeded, and no one can break it.

"Roslin, why is Roslin's car here with you?!" Mu Qing grabbed him deeply and shook him wildly.

Just kidding, who is Roslin? That is his idol, his god, the goal and dream that he wants to surpass throughout his life.

Let's put it this way, besides herself, the only opponent in Mu Qingshen's heart is Roslin.

Five years ago, he suddenly announced his withdrawal. Later, the whole world learned that this was not sudden. He was suffering from a terminal illness and had reached the point where he could no longer perform on the court.

A generation of gods fell like this.

On the day he left, many people shed tears as they watched his coffin being carried into the funeral parlor, including Mu Qingshen.

Under the blazing white lights, the car is bright red, with smooth and charming lines. The whole body is wedge-shaped with a low front and a high rear, showing an aggressive dynamic, sexy and elegant at the same time, and everything is domineering and perfect.

Roslin's game was so exciting that year that Prince Diman spent a lot of money to build it just for him.

On the day of the F1 awards, I delivered it in person.

Roslin, his pronoun, is also the name of his sports car, the only one in the world.
Chapter completed!