After receiving a call, Zhao Ziyue quickly waved to the long-haired man in the distance. After a while, a white extended Lincoln sedan drove over and parked beside the two of them. Zhao Ziyue opened the car door extremely gentlemanly, and arched his body slightly and said, "Princess, please get on the horse. I still have state affairs to handle, so I can't sleep at night. You can sleep with a rag doll."

Yanan's eyes darkened obviously, and then she felt relieved. She wrapped her neck around him, kissed him gently, and said, "Promise me, don't work too hard." [bsp;    Zhao Ziyue said with a serious face: "I will only work hard when I go to bed with you. I will keep my energy at the rest of the time."

After leaning over his mouth, Yanan opened his mouth and bit the nose of the animal hatefully. Zhao Ziyue couldn't help begging for mercy. Yanan finally let go of her mouth and got into the car with a satisfied look on her face.

Seeing Yanan sitting in Lincoln away, Zhao Ziyue took out a cigarette, glanced at the roadside intentionally or unintentionally, then took a taxi and disappeared into the night sky.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels hitting the road, three women dressed up ran out.

"Wow! So romantic! So many fireworks! Colorful. Just like dreaming. There is also a fragrant car... It's an extended version of white Lincoln! If any man is so romantic about me, I'll do it with him on the bed ten times..." The round-faced young woman Siqi said intoxicatedly with a fancy face.

"Tsk - isn't it just a few boxes of broken fireworks? Is it worthy of being a slutty like this? Be careful to get sick of flowers and willows!" Ao Xue said disdainfully.

Sister Yaru looked at the two people who were quarreling and shook her head helplessly. She said, "It's been a long time since I saw Xiao Nan laughing so happily. I hope she just acted on the scene and didn't get too deep."

"Carry a show?" Ao Xue sneered: "Didn't you see her touched just now and she burst into tears? I think she is deeply in love."

Sister Yaru said with a worried look on her face: "I just hope that man can stop at the right time and don't hurt Yanan too deeply..."

The camera turned around and returned to the male lead Zhao Ziyue.

The phone call was from Ling Yun. Ling Yun almost told Zhao Ziyue in a crying voice that Tutu had caused trouble and scratched his BMW. The owner of the car refused to do it and asked him to pay 200,000 yuan! He also slapped Tutu and grabbed the two of them and refused to let them go. Then Zhao Ziyue called Brother Diao.

When Zhao Ziyue arrived at the scene, there were already a large number of people surrounding him, mixed with accusations from passers-by, and more of them were loudly insulted by a man and a delicate voice of a woman accompanying him to apology.

After finally rushing into the crowd, Zhao Ziyue saw a tall and thin man wearing gold-rimmed glasses pointing at Ling Yun and cursing. "I can't afford to pay for it! If you can't give it within half an hour, just follow me!" The man in glasses scolded angrily. His eyes were full of lewd eyes. His pair of burning eyes never left Ling Yun's handsome little face. Ling Yun's pink face was flushed, and Tu Tu was hugging Tu Tu tightly. There were five finger marks on Tu Tu's white and tender little face, like a twisted earthworm.

Seeing Zhao Ziyue coming, Lingyun's red little face was happy. She hugged Tutu and walked towards him.

"I can't afford to accompany you and want to run away!" The man in glasses pulled Ling Yun's arm fiercely and shouted.

"Let her go!" Zhao Ziyue shouted angrily. He usually doesn't like gentle and scum, let alone unpolite.

He glanced at him. "Who are you? Go cool while it's okay! Don't be a good man!" The man in glasses heard the discussion around him and felt that he had indeed gone a little too far. So he let go of Ling Yun.

Pull Ling Yun to his side. Zhao Ziyue smiled and patted Tutu's swollen cheeks, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Tutu pouted and shook his head stubbornly. But his eyes were full of tears. Zhao Ziyue smiled and touched Tutu's little head and said, "Tutu has grown up, and has been wronged and hidden in his stomach. He is a little man."

Listening to the comments of passers-by around him, Zhao Ziyue finally figured out that Tutu came out of the cake shop on the roadside and threw the small plastic fork in his hand. It happened to be thrown into the man in the glasses parked in the BMW car on the side of the road. The man in the glasses got out of the car without saying a word and slapped Tutu hard. Such a young child made the passers-by tremble. After the beat, Ling Yun, who was following Tutu, kept apologizing. He looked at the front of the BMW. There was indeed a small plastic fork, but he didn't see any scratches on the front of the car. However, the man in the glasses refused to let him go and said that his car had just been bought for three million yuan, but he was scratched by Tutu for less than a week. He said that he would force Ling Yun to pay for money, and that he would not have much more than 200,000 yuan.

Anyone with discerning eyes around him understands that the price of his BMW 550 is at most one million. But he said it was three million and he didn't wait to make such a mistake.

Zhao Ziyue gave Ling Yun a comforting look, smiled at the man in his eyes, took out a cigarette and handed it over, and said, "It's our fault to scratch your car. We apologize to you..."

The cigarette handed to the air was knocked off by the man with glasses, pointing at Zhao Ziyue's nose and shouting arrogantly: "Who are you? Stop talking nonsense! Lose money!"

Zhao Ziyue touched his nose and saw the two men in the Diao Brothers's side, Mo Xiaoming and four bearded men. Obviously, the four men had just arrived and gave a stop look at the four people who were about to rush in. Zhao Ziyue smiled at the man in glasses and said, "I am the child's father, I will be responsible for anything if I have anything."

He looked at Zhao Ziyue, who was covered in a state of breath, and the man in glasses said disdainfully: "It's just you! Can you afford it? 200,000! No point can be lost!"

Zhao Ziyue walked around the BMW with a romance, and gave a thumbs up and praised: "Good car!"

The man with glasses raised his chin and said proudly: "You still have the vision, the latest 550 model, turbocharged... Stop flattering! Lose money!" As he said that, he grabbed Zhao Ziyue's collar.

Zhao Ziyue smiled relaxedly and said, "If you have something to say, why do you do it? How much did you spend when you bought this car?"

The man in glasses said arrogantly: "Three million!"

After glanced at him, Zhao Ziyue asked, "Are you sure?"

"You're talking nonsense! I don't know how much I bought my car?" the man in glasses said viciously.

"I'll pay you! I'll pay you, take your hand away first. Follow me to withdraw the money." Zhao Ziyue said. When he heard about withdrawing the money, the man with glasses lit up his eyes. The hand holding Zhao Ziyue's collar also let go.

He winked at Brother Diao, and Zhao Ziyue led the way. The crowd separated the road with a whistle. The man in glasses shouted, "You... don't want to escape!"

Zhao Ziyue turned around and smiled, "Don't run away. Come here, just go ahead and get money for you. Why don't you come with me?"

Looking at the crowd around, the man in glasses followed Zhao Ziyue with a suspicious look on his face. Before leaving, he glanced at Ling Yun's handsome little face.

Not far away, a tough Land Rover was parked. The bearded man ran over to open the back door and lifted a big sack from the car, which attracted everyone's speculation.

Passerby A said, "What is in the sack? Could it be money?"

Passerby B: "Who still puts money in sacks these days? It's so vulgar! Nowadays, rich people all take VIP cards and go wherever they go. A lot of money is in the bank."

Passerby C: "That's not necessarily true! A few days ago, I saw a couple taking a taxi to buy a car. There were two sacks of change in the taxi, all of which were 100 cents or 20 cents of steel."

Passerby: "You said this sack is also slurry, right?"

...

Just as everyone was speculating, Zhao Ziyue led the man in glasses to the bearded man. "Open it!" Zhao Ziyue said.

"Okay!" With the bearded man's answer, bundles of banknotes poured out of the sack. It hit the ground and slapped it. Everyone's eyes were straight. Damn, the old man red was one hundred yuan a piece, and a bundle was ten thousand, a whole sack. He poured on the paint road and piled up like a hill. The mountain made of money! The passers-by around were shocked and the balls were hurt.

Pointing at the money on the ground, Zhao Ziyue smiled and said, "Three million. All these money belong to you. You can dial it."

The man in glasses was also shocked and stunned. He couldn't speak for a long time. Zhao Ziyue looked at him and said, "The money is yours. You can come to me if you lose a penny. But your BMW is mine." The man in glasses shook his head first, then nodded. Now he can't even tell what he feels now.

Zhao Ziyue threw the cigarette butts hard on the ground and shouted loudly: "Brothers! Smash them all!"

Menle Mo Xiaoming took the galvanized water pipe and axe handed over by the bearded man, and ran to the BMW car a few steps. He smashed the BMW. With a bang, the windshield broke first, and then became shattered by the crazy smash of Mo Xiaoming and Menle. Brother Diao and the bearded man also joined the battle circle. He smashed the BMW car with a loud bang. There was a loud bang in the sound of jingling bells and bangs. Passersby on the side made their tongues smack their tongues. They were heartbroken and regretful. Damn, that's a new car worth one million for only one week! It's just a waste of resources! It's just a lent me to drive for a minute! It's a wheel! Damn, it's so much that no one wants it, you'll smash it!

Ten minutes later, a super luxurious BMW 550 worth three million was turned into a pile of scrap iron.

The man in glasses was frightened silly. He swallowed hard and spitted, his face pale. He held the sack in his hand and his body trembled. But Zhao Ziyue came up and asked with a smile: "Three million, right?"

The man in glasses nodded repeatedly and said, "That's right...yes..."

Zhao Ziyue smiled and said, "The BMW car is over. Now let's talk about the slap you slap my son." He pointed to Tutu's swollen face, and he smiled and said, "You have slap more than three million. How can my son just say it? This slap is at least 10 million! I'll give you a 20% discount and charge you 8 million..."

Before he finished speaking, the man in glasses knelt down for Zhao Ziyue with a "splash".
Chapter completed!