Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Ruan Xihe feels distressed!

This is the Mei Ye Xing that Yan Fufeng sent her, Mad, and Lamborghini Mei Ye Xing contributed to it for the first time.

But the car she ran into was also quite expensive.

Ferrari 918.

Many people on the road began to take out their mobile phones to record videos and take pictures.

The discussion buzzed and exploded.

The state of Marseille can be said to be one of the richest states in all m, but such top luxury cars are not seen every day, let alone collide together.

Ruan Xihe is not afraid, as far as this section of the road today is concerned, the Ferrari owner is absolutely responsible.

She sat still and didn't need to move the rescuers. After all, she was not at fault. As expected, her car window was knocked shortly.

"Boom boom boom."

She lowered the glass to look at people coming.

Hey, isn't this the kid in the flower club that he thought was good before? !

Still pulling with a cold face, but after seeing the owner of the car is her, the emotion in the child's eyes still fluctuates.

Three or two awkward.

The beautiful lips tightened.

"Sister."

"Xiao Xu."

We all know each other, so there is nothing to say about it, just keep it private.

Xu Zixiao asked to drag both cars away. The two were originally in the same group and had no friends. Now they have added friends to each other. He transferred 200,000 yuan to Ruan Xihe for compensation.

He is also solely responsible for the cost of repairing the car.

Originally, the two hundred thousand Ruan Xihe said no, but the child insisted on her to accept it.

Also, if it wasn't her who was hit today, others might claim more.

The trailer came and pulled the car away.

Ruan Xihe put on a mask, and there were too many videos around, so she sent it to her social platform to prevent the irregularities. Ruan Xihe didn't want to get angry, so she solved the matter from the source and carried the mask to go out.

Once this luxury car has a problem, it must be returned to the factory for repair.

After all, some parts and the like are not on the outside.

The whole process is expensive and troublesome.

Yan Fufeng bought this car at the beginning. Although the owner is Ruan Xihe, the spare phone number is his mobile phone number.

It would be because she was afraid of accidents, and it was always easier for her to handle her as a backup contact.

But now, this car is going back to the factory, and after calling Ruan Xihe over there, he actually called Yan Fufeng in the backup number.

......

Aocheng

The man sits on the sofa, his posture is slightly upright, with a string of Buddhist beads gently twisted in his hand, one after another in a regular pattern. There is no expression on his face. His eyes without sadness and joy are half-dangling, and his long eyelashes are on. A shadow casts under the eyelids, which is quite amazing at first glance.

This underground prison has no windows, and the room is slightly empty and quiet.

On the coffee table are a stack of photos and a few small packets of plastic film with some white granular medicines.

There were three people kneeling in front, their hands were all tied back, and they didn't dare to show up.

Lin Dong and Changming stood on the left and right sides of Yan Fufeng respectively.

The more quiet, the more frustrating.

"Boom boom boom."

The heartbeat sounded like thunderous ears.

There was a person with poor psychological endurance who couldn't stand it, and kept kowtow to Yan Fufeng.

"Liuye, I know I was wrong, I shouldn't be so obsessed with this, please let me go, I'll be a cow and a horse for you, please!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

These few bangs are really heavy!

However, after two or two, he saw blood on his forehead, and even so, the few people still shook into a sieve.

Seeing this, the other two people squatted their heads quickly, each with his nose and tears.

"Where did the goods come from."

This is Yan Fufeng's first sentence since he came in.

"Yes, yes, Sanye."

This person rolled his eyes subconsciously.

Yan Fufeng stopped twisting the hand of the Buddha beads: "Drag it out."

Two bodyguards in black directly dragged the man out.

After following Yan Fufeng for so long, how could they not know what was the end of being dragged out, and suddenly said in a collapsed voice: "It's Qiaokou Club, it's Qiaokou Club! I'm wrong! I'm wrong!"

But it was too late, and those who were dragged out were still dragged out.

The two remaining people couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for the same illness.

"Lisboa does not allow drug trade, what should offenders do?"

Yan Fufeng's voice was drunk with ice that has never melted for thousands of years.

"Be self-defeating."

After the two said these words tremblingly with crying voices.

"Pattern."

Two scimitars were thrown on the ground.

Five minutes later.

"what!"

"Ah~"

After two screams, the wooden floor here was stained red with blood again.

Yan Fufeng had just dealt with these unruly people and went out. The coldness on his body was not cleared when his cell phone rang suddenly.

The caller ID was official from Lamborghini, and he twisted his eyebrows lightly.

"Hey."

A minute later, Yan Fufeng, who knew the situation, dialed Ruan Xihe directly.

When the phone buzzed, she was filling out the traffic police form. After all, the two had to register for an accident here.

To death in trouble.

Press the answer key.

"Hey?"

"What's going on in a car accident? Is there any injury? Is it serious?"

Concerned about Sanlian.

Ruan Xihe smiled and comforted him as he wrote: "Hey, it's okay, it's just that the front of the car is a little scratched, it's okay."

"Wait for me at home, I'll come over tonight."

"Oh. Ah?! What? Over, come here?!"