However, Murong Bailing still stepped on the accelerator as always, and Fox suddenly rushed towards the passage as always, as if he didn't care even if he was shattered to pieces. Net
Tang Yuyao didn't know whether this was bravery or disregard for life, or both. He only knew that no matter how brave Murong Bailing was, he would never be able to do this, driving like this in such a dark night.
Go down, and this may be the difference between him and Murong Bailing.
Murong Bailing pursued everything he wanted to pursue without fear, and his freedom made Tang Yuyao jealous.
While Murong Bailing and Tang Yuyao were speeding on the mountain road, Murong Qian was sitting by the bay window in the presidential suite on the 32nd floor of Feihong Hotel in the southwest of Fucheng, while quietly looking at the starry night view of Fucheng outside.
There were no lights on in the room, and there seemed to be some people standing in the dark corner, but these people did not seem to dare to disturb their eldest sister, and even breathed as low as possible. This made the presidential suite on the 32nd floor
There was silence in the room. If it weren't for the flickering light on Murong Qian's knees, this room would be almost indistinguishable from being uninhabited.
Murong Qian's hand also held a tablet computer at this time. The light on the computer was flashing, illuminating half of Murong Qian's graceful chin. In addition, Murong Qian's entire face was hidden in the darkness.
, I can only vaguely see a vague outline, but her fingers look very slender. Just from this point, I can't tell that she is a big sister, but more like a literary girl, sitting by the window.
As sentimental as ever.
At this time, the tablet computer was showing a mountain race taking place in the clubhouse. Light spots of different colors were chasing each other on a road that could not be clearly displayed. The cars in front seemed to have had some conflicts just now, but now
, these vehicles got back on track and headed towards the turning point on the top of the mountain.
Murong Qian doesn't have much interest in such racing cars. To be precise, she is not interested in this method of using racing cars to replace duels. In her opinion, the opponent should use all possible means to defeat the opponent.
There is no mercy in the discussion. If you can't even defeat your opponent, then you can discuss humanity and the like. In the end, the only one who will be unlucky is yourself.
The night scene outside did not make the gangster sister feel any better. She looked at it for a while, turned around and asked in a low voice: "How are you, have you found those two idiots?"
The person standing in the darkness immediately replied: "We found it, sister, but the brothers said that the two of them are somewhat unconscious and disheveled now, so we are going to let them come over later."
Murong Qian shook his finger casually and said: "I have no interest in meeting those idiots. Stupidity is contagious. If you stay around idiots for too long, you will become idiots yourself. Tell them that I am now
I don’t want to see them and let them think about what to do next.”
"Yes, big sister, I will arrange it immediately."
Someone quietly left in the darkness. The moment the door to the presidential suite opened, a ray of light came through the passage and shone on the faces of several men in black. It was obvious that one of them was a black man.
There was a strange expression on the man's face, as if he wanted to say something, but finally calmed himself down.