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1839. The Merry Female Chief 19

"Haha! That's right. To be able to establish a dark night dynasty with superior female rights in City A, how can ordinary people be able to do it? If you are immortal, you can be immortal. Let us employees below be eye-catching!"

Su Zijun put down the coffee in his hand and placed it on the tea seat on the side of the car. He became more interested in talking and stepped on the accelerator. The car suddenly rushed forward, like an arrow leaving the string, with a whooshing sound at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour.

The tire slid forward, sending up bursts of white smoke mixed with snow on the ground.

"Zi Xun, you are crazy!"

One hundred and twenty miles on the downtown walkway?

No matter how good your driving skills are, what can you do?[

Arrived at Y

"Haha, Gu Shao, didn't you think you were inferior to Zi Xu back then? What? Now you are less courageous?"

Quickly circling the left side of the disk, Su Ziyi seemed to see in the woman's front mirror the woman's frightened, black hair that had torn apart as the car drifted away. It was like a slow-motion scene in a movie, with strands of hair floating and strands falling.

He dropped his eyes and casually passed Su Ziyi's narrowed black eyes, which were three parts real and seven parts unreal, mixed with the woman's frightened and pale face. The beauty was stunning and stimulating, and her heart bulged and swelled, as if she wanted to cry out.

Wanting to come out, breaking the bone lock, bang!! bang!!

The ups and downs that are difficult to calm down are extremely shocking to the body and senses!!

"presumptuous!"

In the noisy market, Su Ziyi drove his sports car and swam away, gliding and swinging the tires. The woman waved her hand to hold down the project paper that was blown by the wind from the car belt, and shouted sternly.

"Haha! How presumptuous? Gu Shao, do you plan to film a movie with the young master? Learn how the ancients spoke?"

Listening disapprovingly to the woman's threatening shouts in his ears, Su Ziyi swerved to the left and drove the car into Y.

Su Ziyi has good driving skills. When he was a boy, he participated in several drift competitions held abroad. He participated in five competitions officially reported by Levin and won four gold medals and one bronze.

After winning the bronze medal, Su Zijun never played racing again. The reason was very simple. In the last car race, her boss Gu Muchen and her vice president boss Ji Yushan finished in ten minutes and five seconds respectively.

She won by an absolute margin of five minutes and five seconds, leaving her and the other contestants tragically behind, without giving them any face.

Su Zijun, who was afraid of losing, secretly decided to give up his interest in competition and never touch a car again in order to avoid being hurt by CEO bosses again.

Today, they were provoked out of the competition by a woman, so they couldn't hold it back for a moment, so they tried their skills for a while, but the price they paid was a dozen traffic police cars chasing and blocking them behind them.

"Take care of the trouble and walk upstairs!"

After glancing at the buzzing police cars that were about to catch up, the woman stepped forward to Y

"Young Master Gu, don't abandon me!"

In a pitiful whisper, he handed the key to Lan Yin who was waiting at the entrance of the building. Su Ziyi curled his lips while looking at the woman's figure without looking back, took the coffee from the car, opened it, sipped it slowly, and looked towards

The group of policemen wearing orange uniforms came towards me.

A ticket! A ticket! Still a ticket!
Chapter completed!
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