Chapter 59

Maiteng drove smoothly on the road.

Ou Junlang is the minority owner of Ouhe group. The temperament of the whole person also has the temperament of nouveau riche, but strangely, his driver drives very stably.

Neither break the light, nor press the yellow light, nor catch the horn pressing wildly because it is blocked.

The middle-aged driver looks as calm as his back.

Today, he wrote six songs and played a drum. Chen Feng was a little tired. In addition, he couldn't think of any common topic between himself and Ou Junlang. He simply closed his eyes and refreshed himself in the car.

Ou Junlang didn't realize that he was being rude, but took it for granted.

In ou Junlang's understanding, creation is an extremely brain consuming thing.

He could hardly imagine how many brain cells would have to be burned to write six classics a day.

"Uncle long, on the premise of being as stable as possible, drive a little faster."

Ou Junlang said in a low voice.

He thought Chen Feng was asleep.

The driver named uncle long nodded, then gently pressed the accelerator and steadily stuck his speed at the speed limit of 80 on the main road in the city.

"Young master, who is following?"

Uncle long asked in a lower but calm voice.

"It's a thorn head that the young master of the Zhou family found. It's no problem. When they get to the place, they will naturally recognize me. They should be able to understand my attitude and don't dare to mess around."

In fact, this is why ou Junlang has to send Chen Feng home.

Uncle long asked, "the young master of the Zhou family doesn't understand the rules anymore. Shall I report to the boss to avoid complications?"

Ou Junlang shook his head. "Don't worry. My father is annoyed when he sees me now. He wants to know that Zhou a and I are noisy. I'm afraid he has to clean me up first."

At this time, accompanied by a loud noise, the body of maiteng suddenly shook.

While holding the steering wheel with both hands, uncle long shouted, "young master, sit down! This man is crazy!"

Ou Junlang grabbed both sides of the seat with both hands and reminded Chen Feng, "master, stop sleeping! I don't know where Zhou ah found the madman. Even my car dares to hit!"

Chen Feng, who has been in false sleep since the beginning, needs his reminder. He has already tied up his seat belt with a lightning speed.

As soon as he fastened his seat belt, the Toyota Land patrol hit him with a desperate attitude.

This is definitely an old hand.

The impact angle of the land patrol is very exquisite. It cuts in from the oblique angle behind the side and connects to the left rear door of maiteng from the side.

This proves that the drivers of the land patrol are extremely experienced.

When a car with a high chassis collides with a car with a low chassis, the winning or losing relationship is not simply determined by the weight of the car. On the contrary, it is easy to be overturned by an ordinary hatchback when off-road.

The stress of this man's collision is that he can effectively avoid rollover.

Of course, this has advantages and disadvantages, that is, maiteng has not completely lost its direction balance.

If maiteng's driver is a strange novice and loses his square inch in this sudden crisis, slamming on the brake may cause the wheel to slip, resulting in out of control and rollover.

But it is obvious that uncle long is experienced and fearless in the face of danger.

Then there was a violent vibration, and the horse was still steady.

In the car, ou Junlang just touched out his mobile phone and was ready to call his father for help. He just took off his mobile phone by this shaking.

He scolded, "break the ghost!"

Then he craned his neck and looked anxiously at the direction of the back seat.

After all, Chen Feng is an ordinary person. I'm afraid he's scared enough.

Never thought that Chen Feng still sat firmly, but angrily scolded ou Junlang, "don't move! Sit down!"

Ou Junlang was puzzled by his flat mouth and sat down honestly.

Why should my master be so calm.

He did not know that although Chen Feng did not participate in the war after a thousand years, he had received quite cruel formal military training, and he performed quite well in the training.

This little scene can't scare him.

"Shit, luckily this man doesn't hit very well. If he hits our car's ass, I'm afraid he won't be stable."

After another collision, ou Junlang saw that uncle long could still be stable and felt a lot more secure, so he said.

Uncle long shouted, "young master, don't be distracted! This man is not simple!"

As soon as the voice fell, the Lu Xun rushed up again.

It turned out that, unknowingly, maiteng had been hit into the lane on the far right.

"Shit! He's going to knock us off the curb!"

Uncle long, who has never said dirty words, has not been able to maintain his demeanor.

Seeing Lu Xun rushing up again, long shumeng stepped on the brake to death.

The car body spun 180 degrees in place.

However, the driver of the land patrol was really an expert. He stepped on the brake and threw the rear of the car laterally from the inside with a more fierce attitude.

The rear of Lu Xun's car just hit the rear of maiteng's car and forcibly squeezed maiteng off the road.

Beside the road is a slope about two meters high, with a great inclination.

Uncle long can't control even if the chariot God is attached to him.

The car body completely lost its balance, turned over, rolled around the slope, and then fell head to head on the ground.

Fortunately, the structure of the car body was good, so it didn't completely deform, squeezing the three people to death.

The three fell seven meat and eight vegetables, but Chen Feng felt that he had only suffered a slight injury at most.

"Are you all right?"

Chen Feng supported the roof with one hand and slowly untied the seat belt with the other hand. At the same time, he opened his mouth first.

"Young master, are you okay?"

Uncle long in the front driver's seat didn't move slowly. He moved his face a little away from the airbag and asked.

The overweight European fat man almost broke the safety belt, and his face was buried in the air bag, making it difficult to breathe.

He waved his hand carelessly and said in a muffled voice, "it's all right. I can't die. Shit, Zhou! I won't kill you! Fuck you!"

Now he's really angry.

"Let's go outside the car first to avoid fire and explosion."

Chen Feng and uncle long turned over almost at the same time.

The left back door had been completely deformed and could not be opened. Chen Feng had to move to the right to open the door over there.

At this time, the driver's door was first opened from the outside.

"Yo. You're a good driver. What's the matter? I let Grandpa overturn it? Fight with your grandpa? You can practice for two more years. Do you know what your grandpa used to call in the Jianghu, the second ring overlord, do you know?"

The owner of the voice sounds like a young man.

Chen Feng turned his head and saw a grinning face near the door.

Under the dim light of street lamps in the distance, the man laughed wildly and wildly.

He first ignored uncle long, but looked into the back seat.

He was slightly surprised to find that Chen Feng had been out of trouble and turned around.

"Mr. Chen is very capable. It didn't make you faint. It's terrible. I admire it. However, I thought it would be better for you to faint. After all, I have to break your two tendons later. It will hurt very much."

Chen Feng hasn't had time to speak.

Ou Junlang, who is still head down on the co pilot, has been scolded angrily.

"I'm your uncle's second ring overlord! You don't open your fucking eyes. Look who I am! Zhou ah gave you tens of millions, and you dare to hit my car!"