Dean Fu's hands are really perfect.
Suddenly, the phone rang, interrupting her thoughts.
He quickly discarded the image that appeared in his mind and picked up the phone to answer.
His voice was cold, "Which one?"
A male voice came from the receiver, "Hello, is this Miss Yan? This is the Qingyun Police Station. Please come to the station."
Yan Zhixu's expression was calm, his tongue licked his lower lip, and he said calmly, "Well, I see."
He hung up the phone, glanced at the caller number, confirmed that it was indeed the police number, stood up lazily, and paced upstairs.
A few minutes later, he held a black peaked cap in his hand, raised his hand to put the cap on his head, and held a bunch of car keys in the other hand.
Walking out of the living room door and walking towards the garage, what catches your eye are cars of different styles and colors, extended versions of RVs, traffic jams...
Glancing at the vehicles, past them, and headed straight into the corner.
A black off-road locomotive was parked there, standing out from the crowd of luxury cars, very conspicuous.
Touching a car, Yan Zhixu brought up a grumpy smile.
Lift your feet, straddle the off-road motorcycle, and insert the key.
Leaning forward slightly, starting the car, the sound of the accelerator buzzed, and the excitement made the blood gradually boil.
Without wearing a helmet, holding the handle with both hands, he accelerated suddenly, and the car sped out of the garage.
The tires were in close contact with the ground, and the sound of the car and the sound of air waves attracted the attention of a group of servants in the prosperous palace.
Seeing her Zhang Yang was on fire, driving the off-road locomotive skillfully out of the Shengshi Haoting Mansion, everyone looked at each other with sincere smiles.
"Miss has not driven this locomotive for a long time, and the driving skills are as good as ever."
"The entertainment industry is a big dye vat, and the media can remember black and white, and make the dead come alive. It's obvious that our young lady is cool and sassy, but when it comes to their mouths, it's stupid and poisonous."
"Don't pay attention to those idiots, you know that there is no way that Miss Xu would bully her teammates or steal her best friend's boyfriend."
"Girlfriend? Mo An'an? She is a prosperous white lotus. I know that 80% of Miss Xu's black information is leaked by her."
"If you say that, I think it's possible. Knowing what kind of aristocratic young master Miss Xu has never seen before, she will fall in love with Gu Jiu's little white face?"
...
The black off-road locomotive was driving on the road, and the speed of the vehicle soared, and the wind was so strong that it blew her black hair flying.
The driver's driving skills are obviously extremely superb, and they have steadily overtaken one car after another, shuttled through the traffic, confident and arrogant.
In the last three seconds of the traffic light, Yan Zhixu stopped and waited without braking, slammed the accelerator, and continued to move forward with narrowed eyes.
The policeman on duty on the road saw her speeding, whistling, "The car in front, that car, stop quickly!"
What's going on with people nowadays, they don't wear helmets, they drive so fast, they don't know how fast they are racing, and their relatives cry when they have an accident?
"Hey—"
The Porsche behind stopped and waited obediently for the traffic lights.
Hearing the security guard's words, he raised his head and looked straight ahead, and saw the black off-road locomotive speeding forward.
He glanced at the off-road motorcycle, then glanced at his Porsche, and suddenly felt that this luxury car was a little unscented.
If I read it correctly, the black off-road model is T97, and the car name is Falcon.
This car was out of print two years ago. The kind that you can't buy even if you want to buy it, there is no market for it.