C110 less than dregs

After leaving the hospital, Ye Cheng saw his beautiful colleagues off in a taxi, watching them leave. However, Zhang Yuchen did not seem to have the intention of taking a taxi.

Out of politeness, Ye Cheng asked, "Manager Zhang, do you want me to send you back?"

Zhang Yuchen was waiting for Ye Cheng's reply. With a slight smile, she said, "Thank you. I said that you could directly call me by my name in private."

I'm just asking for trouble! Ye Cheng truly did not want to be alone with Zhang Yuchen. He was afraid that she would once again repay him with his body. He had no objection to the beauty throwing himself at him. However, he could not bear Zhang Yuchen's straightforward approach of repaying the favor with her own body.

After letting Zhang Yuchen get on the car, Ye Cheng escorted her to the Third People's Hospital.

Along the way, Zhang Yuchen maintained his silence. Ye Cheng was enjoying the silence, but did not take the initiative to find a place to talk.

When they arrived at the entrance of the Third Hospital, Zhang Yuchen asked, "Do you want to take a seat in my mother's ward?"

"It's too late. I won't disturb Auntie's rest. I'll go another day." Ye Cheng tactfully refused.

"Alright, slow down on your way back." Zhang Yuchen opened the door and got out of the car.

Ye Cheng let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly drove away.

Watching the car disappear into the night, Zhang Yuchen muttered to herself with a bitter tone, "Do I really hate that much?" "Then why did you help me?"

Before Ye Cheng drove his car home, he received a call from Chen Luoxue. On the other end of the phone, it was extremely quiet and no sound could be heard. Ye Cheng hurriedly asked, "Sis, why aren't you talking?"

"Ye Cheng, come over here!" I feel so bad, I want you to accompany me! " Chen Luoxue's voice carried a trace of sadness.

Ye Cheng's heart ached when he heard this. He hurriedly asked, "Sis, what happened?"

Chen Luoxue choked, "I'm fine, it's Uncle Qiao. He …" I've been kidnapped by the criminals! "

"Uncle Qiao?" Ye Cheng was stunned and immediately reacted, "Qiao Rubing's father?"

"Hm!" My cousin won't let me tell anyone, and I'm really worried. "

"Where are you? I'll come and find you right away. " Ye Cheng continued to ask, "When did Chairman Qiao get kidnapped? Did they call the police?"

Chen Luoxue said nervously, "You must not call the police. The criminal said there is a spy in the police station. If his cousin dares to call the police, kill Uncle Qiao immediately."

Ye Cheng comforted him, "Then tell Director Qiao not to worry too much. The kidnappers are most likely seeking money and Chairman Qiao will be fine."

Chen Luoxue slightly stabilized her emotions and told Ye Cheng the address and told him to call her when she was almost there.

After hanging up, Ye Cheng turned around at the intersection and headed straight for Lotus Flower Mountain.

It was eight o'clock at night and the roads were packed with traffic. The street lamps were all lit, and the neon lights flickered with a dazzling brilliance. Under the twilight, Eastsea City was bustling with activity.

Ye Cheng slowly drove the car into the middle of the traffic. After passing through the city and arriving at the outskirts, his speed suddenly increased. He had to slow down and honk his horn a few times as a line of luxury cars blocked his way along the winding mountain road in front of him.

"Sir, please wait for a moment. We will leave immediately." Someone shouted politely.

Ye Cheng looked at these cars as he was more familiar with them. It was actually Monday. These rich kids, who had nothing better to do after eating, were now racing again. He stuck his head out of the window and shouted, "Hey, get out of the way, I have urgent business."

"Why does this person look so familiar!" Li Xiaoming, who was leaning against a sports car with a pretty girl in his arms, loudly shouted after seeing the person's appearance, "It's Ye Cheng. Brothers Ye Cheng is here."

"His shout immediately attracted the attention of others." "It really is Ye Cheng. Just nice. This time, I must get my face back."

"We found a professional racer. We were waiting for him to show up. "I invited him to come twice, but here I am, thinking that this fellow is willing to act like a turtle!"

In the middle of the road were two cars racing, a sports car and a professional sports car. Monday, the sails opened and walked out from one of the sportscar. He greeted Ye Cheng, "Mr. Ye, you've finally appeared."

Ye Cheng said, "Young Master Zhou, can I trouble you to get the car off? I have an urgent matter to attend to at the villa complex halfway up the mountain."

Monday Fan was surprised, "You're not here for a race car?"

"I don't have the time right now. I do have urgent matters to attend to. I would like to race again!" Ye Cheng was in a hurry to see Chen Luoxue to understand the situation, so he didn't have the mood to race around with these people.

"It won't take long for the competition to begin. Since Mr. Ye is here, why don't you compete with us before leaving?" On Monday, Fan was more polite.

A man in a racing suit walked out of the car, took off his hat, and looked at Ye Cheng with extreme contempt. You are the one who defeated Young Master Li and the others, do you dare to have a match with me? "

Ye Cheng did not hesitate to reply, "No time!"

"Do you have no time, or do you not dare?" The man laughed mockingly. "You're just a piece of trash in front of us professional racers. If I let you run, do you dare to compete?"

Ye Cheng sneered. "You talk big. You think you're a professional racer is that great? You're nothing in front of me."

The man became slightly angry and said provocatively: "Then let's compete a little. Let's see who is worse than dregs. If I win, you just spit out all the money you won last time. "

"And if you lose?" Ye Cheng said sarcastically, "I won thirty million last time, if you can't get the same amount of money, then get the hell out of my sight!"

The man's expression turned ugly. He had only heard that Li Xiaoming and the others lost the car race money against Ye Cheng, but he didn't know that they lost 30 million. He was unable to take out that much money and was immediately at a loss for words.

"If you can't take it out, then hurry up and get out of the way. Don't waste laozi's time." Ye Sheng knew that this racer wouldn't be able to afford thirty million, so he wanted to mock him.

Seeing how arrogant Ye Cheng was, Li Xiaoming opened his mouth a few times, but was unable to say a single word. He wanted the Driver to win the money back, but he had yet to repay Song liang the debt of three million. He really couldn't afford to bet with Ye Cheng.

Everyone else was the same. The last time they were tricked by Ye Cheng while disguised as pigs, they had almost won all of their savings and pocket money. Now, they couldn't even afford a hundred thousand.

On Monday, Fan Jian couldn't even afford 30 million. Only Second Young Master Song, Song Liang, could afford that. However, Song Lianghe acted as if it had nothing to do with him, as if he didn't want to interfere at all. He smiled awkwardly and said, "This time, we are purely racing. Let's not talk about the bet. We also want to see if Mr. Ye's driving skills are better than a professional racer's."

Ye Cheng really did not want to waste any more time, so he might as well let them see what a true expert at racing cars was. He wanted to put an end to the trouble that they would find in the future with him. Since young master Zhou has put it that way, I'll have a go at this kid who can't even compare to trash. From here to the first villa halfway up the mountain, the victor will be the first one to arrive. "

The Driver's face turned pale with anger at Ye Cheng's continuous mockery of him. "He has a very high opinion of himself. No matter how good Ye Cheng's driving skills are, it is impossible for him to beat me." Kid, don't be so arrogant. You dare to compete with me, do you dare to put on extra stakes? "

"The more Ye Cheng sees this racer, the more he dislikes him." I won't accept anything but cash. If you don't have any money, then quickly get out of the way, and grind and grumble like a woman. "

The Driver looked as though he were about to spit blood. "Fine, I'll bet you cash." He took out a bank card from his pocket, "There's about one million in here. My sports car is worth at least two million. Adding that together, it's three million."

He had borrowed the car from the team, so in order to win a bit more money from Ye Cheng, he decided to bet on the car as well.

"Although I am not interested in this broken car, since you insist on giving it to me, I will reluctantly accept it." Ye Cheng also took out a bank card from his shirt, "There are at least twenty million in this card. If you win, it's enough to pay the wager."

Looking at the bank card in Ye Cheng's hand, the Driver's eyes lit up with greed. Winning him just once was 3 million, which was much faster than what I was lucky to get from racing cars. He rolled his eyes. When they got off the race car, they would always follow him. In the end, they would surpass him. They would conserve their strength and lie to him a few more times to win all the money they had. He was overjoyed in his heart as he calculated how he would win all the money that Ye Cheng had.

"Yang Wei, you have to win beautifully to let him know what a true racing expert is." Li Xiaoming called out to the Driver.

"Yang Wei, we didn't invite you here for nothing. We have to win against this guy for sure. He won't even be able to eat our last breath."

Ye Cheng snickered, "Yang Wei, I'll turn you into a Yang later. Impotence! "

As soon as the two sides agreed on a race car, someone couldn't help but start the car and rush to the finish line in anticipation of a good show.

On Monday, Sail drove the car to the side and gave the space to Ye Cheng.

The engine of the two cars roared as Yang Wei sat inside the car proudly. He gave Ye Cheng a thumbs up before turning his head down, making a look of disdain.

Ye Cheng stretched out his middle finger towards Yang Wei and said, "F.UCK!"

The girl in front of the car waved the small flag and the two cars shot out like arrows, leaving behind two afterimages.

Ye Cheng steadily controlled the transmission and continuously shifted gears. In an instant, he had shifted to the highest grade. With one foot, he stepped on the accelerator to its maximum speed, causing the speed to speed up like a ghost in the dark, pulling apart the distance between him and Yang Wei.

"Seeing this, Yang Wei panicked. Even if he madly stepped on the accelerator, he still wouldn't be able to catch up." "Damn, how could he be so fast? Even if King Schumacher came, he wouldn't be able to catch up!" He had initially wanted to conserve his strength, so that he could follow closely behind Ye Cheng. Now, even if he performed exceptionally well, he might not be able to keep up. He comforted himself, "It's fine, this speed won't make the curve at all."

In front of them was a bend in the road, an ear-piercing brakes sound rang out, and the Mercedes-Benz 500 had a perfect tail swing. In the blink of an eye, it turned the corner like a spiritual car, disappearing into the night, disappearing from Yang Wei's line of sight.

Yang Wei looked down on the ground, his expression was even uglier than if he had swallowed ten dead rats. "Madman, what a f * cking madman!" He finally understood Ye Cheng's boastful boasting. In front of him, the Driver was nothing more than trash.