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Looking at this scene, my heart went cold. Could it be that this Zhuang Feiyun has gotten himself into some sort of trap for me?

But in the next moment, my mind started to wander as I felt Sister Wen tightly hug my arms, rubbing them against her ample chest. I could feel a wonderful warmth that would cause anyone to feel like they were reaching into the heavens, and they started to heat up my nose, as if something was about to flow out.

Because it was summer, after leaving the clubhouse, although there was no air conditioner to cool down, the cool breeze outside had a little more flavour, especially with a woman holding her arm like that with her documents by her side.

Following Sister Wen into the car park, I saw five extremely flashy cars in a row. Other than the first fiery red BMW Z4, I did not recognize any other models, but I could still understand some of the car labels, the second was Pang Dahai's silver white Porsche, followed by Wang Shu's black Audi sports car. I was wondering when the Audi had come out as well, so Zhang Ying and the other woman got into my car.

I took a deep breath and once again refreshed my understanding of this group of people. It turned out that amongst the five of them, Sister Wen's car was the cheapest.

When the lights of the few cars were turned on, the entire underground garage was immediately filled with light. The security guards who were carefully watching from afar also felt relieved.

Sister Wen rolled down the window and waved at me, "Zi Lu, get on."

I nodded. "Where are we going?"

"You knew it as soon as you came up."

Listening to Sister Wen's reply, I was speechless. If I remember correctly, Sister Wen had said the same thing last time. In the end, we met those two drunkards and even caused Sister Wen's car to be completely destroyed.

I took a closer look at the passenger seat. Although they were all Z4, they were no longer the same Z4.

The Sister Wen started the car, and the engine roared, as the other cars followed. Although there was no lack of rich people, with so many rich car owners arriving at the same time, it still attracted a lot of attention.

As I sat in the car, feeling the pushing sensation from Sister Wen's unscrupulous acceleration, I couldn't help but ask, "Can Sister Wen be a little slower?"

Sister Wen did not turn her head, her eyes were still fixated on the street in front of him. It was a red light, a car was just parked in front of Z4, blocking her way.

Sister Wen frowned and unhappily pressed her horn. I said, "Sister Wen, you seem to like the BMW Z4 model car a lot?"

Just like I said before, if only looking at the outside, it would be hard for people to believe that the sexy and beautiful, sometimes pure and moving woman beside me in the driver's seat is already over thirty years old.

It seemed that the red light was too long, Sister Wen impatiently patted the horn again, the owner of the car in front seemed to be angry, Sister Wen pressed on it, the car in front also sounded a little, thus, both sides of the road were quickly attracted over, I awkwardly said, "Sister Wen, do you want to stop?"

The Sister Wen ignored me. With one hand on the cigarette stand and the other hand on the horn, my ears were immediately filled with the sound of a car horn.

That jeep in front of us was a classic Jeep model, the Wrangler. In terms of price, he should be pretty much the same as the Sister Wen car, but the driver was probably someone who was proud and arrogant. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and got off the car straight away, walking towards us.

Without saying anything, Sister Wen put down her seat belt and closed the door with a bang, then walked out of the driver's seat without showing any signs of weakness.

I was stunned for a moment and quickly followed him out of the car, bumping into the Wrangler, who was wearing a green T-shirt and big sunglasses.

Looking at the tensed muscles on his body, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva. Just as I wanted to apologize to him and send Sister Wen back, I heard Sister Wen scolding me like a shrew by the street: "You're looking for trouble!"

The car owner was stunned, "What did you say?"

I didn't say anything. I silently walked to the right side of the Sister Wen, so that I could make my move when the male car owner was at a disadvantage against me.

Just then, the red light turned into green light, and the car in front sped past, but since the Sister Wen and the Wrangler owner had stopped, the cars at the back did not have any intention of questioning them, and they changed routes and went past them, thus, Pang Dahai and the rest's car had space.

"Wenwen, what's wrong?"

Following an ear-piercing screech, Pang Dahai alighted from the carriage, took a look at the driver, and asked: "Who is this grandson?"

"F * ck you …"

Just as he was about to get angry, there were more brakes coming from beside us. Wang Shu, Zhang Ying and the other two got out of the car and asked curiously: "What happened, Master Zi Lu?"

This series of events happened very quickly. As soon as the Wrangler owner recovered from his shock, he noticed several luxury cars side by side, and they all seemed to have a deep relationship with the owner of the BMW Z4. Without saying anything further, he turned around, started the car, and drove away.

Sister Wen silently got on the carriage, and I explained to Pang Dahai and the others, "It's fine. "Let's keep walking."

A few of them probably knew that the Sister Wen was in a bad mood, so they didn't ask too much.

Sitting in the passenger seat. Just as I fastened my seat belt, a strong sense of centrifugation came over. The car under my butt had already dashed out like a runaway horse, I grabbed onto the armrest of the car door and anxiously shouted, "Sister Wen, what are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Then why are you driving so fast?"

"I'm not in a good mood."

"…"

Sister Wen's words rendered me speechless. Sister Wen seemed to always have the image of a strong woman in front of me, but in reality, her heart was still weak.

I thought back to the last time at the hospital, when Sister Wen received a phone call before she left. It was that phone call that made her expression change, and her mood became extremely bad.

I sighed. Ever since her husband passed away, he had always been supporting her by himself. Not only did he have to deal with various matters, he even had to pretend to be powerful in front of others.

Along the way, several sports cars roared along the road. Fortunately, it was already midnight. Other than the busy road, there were basically no other people. There were no accidents.

Finally, we stopped at a bar on the riverside. The bar was decorated with magnificent decorations, and there were a few big red letters written on the front door. It was very eye-catching.

"Bar? Are they going to drink? "

After getting out of the car, I asked after his dizziness had passed.