The middle-aged driver did not rush to speak, but shook a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it in his mouth, took a deep breath, then spit out a smoke ring, and said: "Oh, I am young and called the North Fifth Ring Road. prince……"
The little prince of the North Fifth Ring?
The corners of Qin Luo's mouth twitched slightly. Although he is not an authentic Yanjing native, Qin Luo is no stranger to the name North Fifth Ring Road.
A long time ago, Qin Luo had heard of the name of the North Fifth Ring Road, which is the top racing holy place in Yanjing and even in China.
But the middle-aged man in front of him has the title of the little prince of the North Fifth Ring Road, which is enough to explain the problem.
"It turned out to be the little prince of the North Fifth Ring Road, disrespectful and disrespectful..."
"Professor Qin is polite, these are some friends who have obtained false names, and they are uncountable." The driver waved his hand with a smile, but his face was filled with unconcealed joy.
"By the way, I'm curious why did you go to the title of a little prince?" Qin Luo asked curiously.
For the racing clan, the general nickname is a car god, car king, but what kind of little prince he has become here, Qin Luo is really curious.
Speaking of this nickname, the middle-aged driver instantly became interested. He raised his eyebrows and his face was full of joy:
"Don't look at me like this. I think back then I was also a generation of beautiful young boys who were popular with thousands of beautiful girls. Professor Qin and your generation may not know. Those who chased me back then could be from Chang'an Street to Huaqing. garden!"
Chang'an Street to Huaqing Garden?
Not to mention one hundred and eight thousand miles, but there must be ten miles and eight miles. If you want to get this far, there must be thousands of thousands of people.
Qin Luo looked at the middle-aged driver seriously. To be honest, with the respect of the other party, Qin Luo didn't think it could reach such a level.
Emmmmm, it's pretty much the same...
Seeing that Qin Luo hadn't spoken for a long time, the middle-aged driver didn't feel embarrassed. He still looked at Qin Luo with a smile: "By the way, Professor Qin, I heard that you are not married yet?"
Stop talking, I won't listen...
Qin Luo had heard the same words no less than 10 times, and it was no exaggeration to say that his ears were callused.
Even if the middle-aged driver hadn't explained yet, Qin Luo had already guessed what he was going to say next.
Ever since, before the middle-aged driver could speak, Qin Luo took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Fu Zhendong's number directly.
"Hey, Fu Yuan, it's me, Qin Luo..."
Middle-aged driver: "!@¥%……"
What kind of thing is this! He hasn't said yet!
"Professor Qin?"
"What, new progress in cloning technology?"
"professor……"
"Fuck, chip technology has broken through?"
Teach... forget it, don't teach...
Originally the middle-aged driver wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and finally failed to speak.
After driving smoothly for more than ten minutes, the middle-aged driver suddenly stepped on the brake...
"professor……"
"What? I was nominated for the National Chemistry Award..." Qin Luo said with a sharp eyelid.
"..." The middle-aged driver twitched his mouth and said stiffly, "Professor, Yan Da is here..."
Arrived, arrived?
Qin Luo looked at the palace-style building close at hand through the car window, his mouth twitched.
"Thank you……"
Pushing the door, checking out, and driving off, the whole set of actions is done in one go without the slightest delay...
However, just before Qin Luo slipped away, he was stopped by the middle-aged driver on the back foot.