"Haha, Feiyu, you are dead. It seems that you don't have to worry that no one remembers you after you leave. Look, there are so many people holding memorial service for you. This scene is not as frustrated as "Ten Miles of Long Street to Send the Prime Minister"?" Gu Xiaoyue delivered the newspaper to Xie Feiyu, pointed to the lines of titles above and said...__)

"Damn, in just a few days, I don't have to make me die, right?" Xie Feiyu looked at the two lines of bold characters with depression, and the black and white photo that didn't look like him. If Sun Hongmin was here now, Xie Feiyu believed that he would strangle him to death. You said that if his mother Xie Chunyan saw this report, and those women of his life, it might be a death!

"Brother, can you borrow your cell phone to make a call?" Xie Feiyu looked at the traffic in front of him that was squirming at a snail speed, and said to the middle-aged man next door with a smirk.

As soon as he heard that Xie Feiyu had borrowed his cell phone, the middle-aged man's expression immediately became alert, his eyes stopped on Xie Feiyu's face for a while, and his hand stretched out: "Return my newspaper!"

"Hey, this big brother, is Xie Feiyu really your brother?" Gu Xiaoyue said with a smile while handing over the newspaper.

"Can there be any false?" The man's expression immediately became arrogant.

"If it is true, I will tell you a secret." Gu Xiaoyue said mysteriously.

"What's the secret?"

"I know Xie Feiyu too." Gu Xiaoyue made a trumpet-shaped hand and whispered to the middle-aged man.

The man was stunned when he heard Gu Xiaoyue's words, and then blushed and shrank his head back from the car window...|

"I still know where Xie Feiyu is now." Gu Xiaoyue added another sentence. The man's head immediately stretched out and asked anxiously: "Where is it?"

"It's right here, he is Xie Feiyu. You are good brothers with him, so lend him your phone to use it." Gu Xiaoyue pointed to Xie Feiyu who was pressed to the side by his body.

The smile on the man's face immediately condensed and quickly turned into anger. "Get out! I want to lie to me, but there is no door. Look at his face, how is it like Xie Feiyu?" The man pointed to the newspaper in his hand and said. Suddenly, his fingers stopped on a picture in the newspaper, looking at the picture, and then looking at Gu Xiaoyue.

"You are... Miss Gu Xiaoyue Gu?"

Gu Xiaoyue smiled but refused to answer.

"Sister Xiaoyue, stop making trouble." Xie Feiyu was shocked when he heard that the man had actually recognized Gu Xiaoyue. He pulled Gu Xiaoyue back to his seat and quickly closed the car window.

"Miss Gu, Miss Gu, open the door quickly." The middle-aged man jumped out of the car and actually walked around Gu Xiaoyue, and began to pound the car window with a "bang".

Xie Feiyu screamed for a headache, looked at the long dragon in front of him, gritted his teeth, honked the horn, hung gear, and stepped on the accelerator. The sound of the taxi flute under him sounded and suddenly rushed out, and with a "bang", it hit the left rear light in front.

"Damn, you're again! Hey... hey... how did you drive?" The driver who scolded Xie Feiyu twice heard the sound of horns. As soon as he poked his head out, he saw that Xie Feiyu's car was not just honking the horns randomly, but hit his car directly. With a "bang", it hit his car. The inertia of forward rushing directly hit the car window. He grinned his teeth and cracked his mouth. He opened the car door angrily and wanted to argue with Xie Feiyu, but found that Xie Feiyu's car had not stopped after hitting his car. He forced himself into it, wiped his car, and ran straight into himself.

"Ah, you..." The driver no longer cared about what to say. At the critical moment, life was the first priority. He jumped several times, crossed the other lane, and jumped onto the crosswalk. Then he turned around and looked at his beloved car. Damn, the new car I had just bought for a month, was hit beyond recognition! The driver's heart was bleeding from distress. For a moment, he forgot to rush over to stop Xie Feiyu's theory.

However, Xie Feiyu did not intend to argue with him. The taxi under him continued to drive at full speed and rushed forward. The first gear had to run at a speed of 30 yards per hour. After rushing five or six cars one after another, he finally turned into a small alley and left.

It was not until Xie Feiyu's car disappeared from everyone's sight that everyone at the scene realized from the shock. The owners who had their cars smashed began to jump and curse. For a moment, they cursed, called the police, looked for insurance companies, and found taxi companies. The whole road was in chaos.

"Feiyu, are you too crazy?" Gu Xiaoyue looked at the car door beside her with lingering fear, and giggled. Obviously, the formal education she had been used to has made her feel very excited about this destructive and crazy behavior.

"Hehe, I'm driving without a license anyway. Then the traffic police want to revoke the driver's license, so let them revoke it." Xie Feiyu continued to drive the broken car while smiling proudly.

"Aren't you afraid that the police will hold you and put you in custody?"

"I'm locked up? Then locked up! He, Sun Hongmin, killed me, and the memorial service was opened. I'm still afraid that he would lock me up? I just want to do a lot of things and let him wipe his butt." Xie Feiyu said angrily.

"By the way, let's go and have a look together. I think it must be very interesting, right?"

"If I don't go, I'll go and settle the score with Old Man Sun now."

"Do you know where Uncle Sun is? He must be watching secretly near the square when something big happened."

"But it's too unlucky to attend my memorial service."

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, that photo doesn't look like you at all."

"Yes, why do you say they deliberately made my photo like this? I don't believe that Old Man Sun will not remember what I look like."

"It's good to do this? Look at it just now. If it weren't for the photo that didn't look like you, others would have thought they had seen a ghost."

"What's the use of him just making this photo? It's not that no one knows me."

"But the few people who know you are after all. After all, they control the media and promote it a few more times, and people naturally believe that the photo is real."
Chapter completed!