Lan Jingyu didn't do it on purpose. He didn't even see the car clearly, so naturally he wouldn't know it was Li Ying's.
The atmosphere was awkward. He glanced at the reserved lane and said casually to Li Ying: "The track has just been renovated. Your car is too delicate. If you run it for two laps, the tires will be scrapped."
Li Ying didn't give him any face, turned her head to get water, and didn't seem to hear him at all.
Xie Si glanced at Lan Jingyu and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Lan Jingyu didn't take it seriously, laughed it off, and sat down next to Xie Si to discuss the next game.
"Yingzi, you go sit under the umbrella and eat some fruit. When the sun goes down, I'll have someone clear the place and take you to run around twice." Xie Si said.
When Li Ying saw Lan Jingyu, she originally wanted to leave, but after thinking about it, the racing track didn't belong to him, so why should she leave.
She nodded and sat down. Li Kuo followed her and asked someone to bring her a small fan and ordered a fruit plate.
Lan Jingyu glanced under the umbrella and said with a smile: "Princess traveling is quite troublesome."
Xie Si heard this: "Princess? That's the little ancestor."
Lan Jingyu tugged at the corner of his mouth and glanced at Zhen Wenwen from behind, "Is he more ancestral than you?"
Xie Si curled his lips and said, "I can at best be my ancestor, but that one is different. Half of the imperial capital's famous people are related to her."
After saying that, he raised his chin towards the field and said, "That car was given to me by Yan Han."
Lan Jingyu nodded and said with unclear meaning: "It is indeed the ancestor."
The two of them were talking, and Zhen Wenwen poked her head over from behind, "Hey, who is she?"
Xie Si deliberately teased her, turned around and said, "Can't you see? What a beautiful sister."
The girl snorted, glanced at him sideways, turned around, picked up the fruit plate, pricked a piece of watermelon, and handed it to Lan Jingyu, "Young Master Lan, ah——"
Xie Si: "..."
Lan Jingyu was happy to be a wingman and deliberately turned his head and opened his mouth.
Not far away, Li Ying caught sight of this scene, frowned, and quickly turned her head in disgust.
Bitch, exile!
As soon as she turned her head, Lan Jingyu stepped back a little and made a feint, missing Zhen Wenwen's melon.
He joked: "The melon looks good, but I'm afraid if I eat it, someone will beat my stomach and make me vomit it out."
Zhen Wenrou hummed softly and was about to take the melon back, but Xie Si grabbed her wrist and quickly bit it away.
Under the umbrella
Li Kuo made Li Ying happy and found that she looked at Lan Jingyu with a cold face several times, so he knew that she didn't like Lan Jingyu.
"Sister, do you two have a grudge?"
Li Ying responded casually.
Li Kuo glanced over there, immediately paid attention, and turned to call someone.
By the time he came back, Li Ying had already eaten half a plate of watermelon, her dizziness had eased a lot, and she was looking into the field.
"Hey, is that Marry?" she asked.
Li Kuo looked at it, dumbfounded.
The man Li Ying was talking about was a man who was 1.89 meters tall and an acquaintance. His name was Meng Lu. Because he was too heavy for Marilyn Monroe, Li Ying called him "Marry" every time he saw him.
There were many people around, but she still banged the table and yelled, and she shouted loudly, "marry——!"
Li Kuo: "..."
Meng Lu also saw her, and made a gesture of wiping his neck from a distance, but did not come to her, but went to Lan Jingyu.
Li Ying was a little unhappy because everyone around her was having an affair with a bitch.
Just as she was thinking about it, Li Kuo explained: "He went to seek revenge."
"Um?"
"Monroe has a grudge against Lan Jingyu, and everyone in the industry knows it."