Li Yao and Song Jiajia hurriedly walked towards the pink Porsche over there.

The closer he got, the more surprised the expression on Li Yao's face became, because the man looked so much like Chen Ping, even though it was just a silhouette, he was still smoking and chatting with a tall and strong man.

"Chen Ping?" Li Yao tried to shout.

The other party turned around and saw that it was Li Yao. He looked obviously startled and asked, "Didn't you leave?"

Chen Ping was also helpless. He didn't expect that while he and Qin Hu were smoking, he would meet Li Yao.

Li Yao's eyes rolled, she stared at Chen Ping for a while, and then she stared straight at Qin Hu.

This car must belong to this man.

Is it possible that this Porsche still belongs to Chen Ping?

That's definitely impossible!

With his loser look, it would be too easy for him to ride a scooter.

So, immediately, Li Yao hooked Song Jiajia's arm and launched an ambiguous offensive towards Qin Hu, "Handsome guy, does this car belong to you?"

Qin Hu looked at Li Yao and Song Jiajia in confusion. These two girls were good-looking and had great figures.

I wanted to say no, but before Qin Hu could say anything, Chen Ping said, "Yes."

When Li Yao heard this, she smiled happily, but then she glared at Chen Ping and said displeasedly: "Do you need to talk too much? What are you looking at? Why don't you go back quickly?"

Chen Ping was deeply aware of Li Yao's unreasonableness and unrighteousness. He touched his nose helplessly and said, "I'll smoke a cigarette and leave in a while."

Li Yao rolled her eyes at him, and then directly pestered Qin Hu asking questions, showing how enthusiastic he was.

Qin Hu was also confused. Chen Ping said it was his car, so that was it.

"Hey, Brother Hu, do you know Chen Ping?" Li Yao and Song Jiajia were already hooking Qin Hu's arms, and glanced at Chen Ping curiously.

Qin Hu smiled and said: "We know him."

know?

Li Yao and Song Jiajia looked at each other in shock.

It seems that Chen Ping has been doing well over the years. The boss of the Arc de Triomphe is his friend, and he also knows this rich Brother Tiger.

In this way, Li Yao couldn't help but look highly at Chen Ping. It seemed that this guy was hiding quite deeply.

"Hey, let's go." Chen Ping smoked a cigarette and said to Qin Hu, then opened the car door and got in.

Li Yao became anxious at that time, and with a quick step, she pulled Chen Ping off, and scolded with a cold face: "Chen Ping! What are you doing, you can get into this car?"

Song Jiajia also crossed her chest with her hands and said with a smile on her face: "Haha, I think he is mentally ill. You see clearly, this is a Porsche, not a taxi! What a rubbish!"

Chen Ping was confused. Who did he provoke?

He said: "Why can't I go up?"

Li Yao snorted twice and said fiercely: "Why are you still asking? Don't you look at your status? Do you really think that just getting some shares in a shabby takeaway company is great? This is Brother Hu's car, you are riding in it

Are you up? And, have you obtained Brother Hu’s consent?”

This loser, the owner of the car is still here, he got in, is there any etiquette?

Moreover, Li Yao made up her mind that the co-pilot of the Porsche tonight must be hers!

She also wants to take photos and post them on WeChat Moments to show off!

Chen Ping touched his nose and looked at Qin Hu. The latter said nothing and slapped Li Yao on the face angrily!

Snapped!

The sound was heard throughout the parking lot.

"Hu...Brother Hu, why are you hitting me?" Li Yao was completely stunned. This slap was so powerful that it turned Li Yao around several times, and his ears were buzzing.

"Shut up! You are looking for death!" Qin Hu shouted fiercely!

At this time, Li Yao panicked, scared to death, and pulled Song Jiajia tightly, crying: "Brother Hu, why do you hit me? I'm also speaking for you, Chen Ping, this loser, wants to fall in love with you

car!"

Li Yao was very unhappy. She was beaten for no reason and her cheeks were swollen.

Today is really bad luck for eight lifetimes, I shouldn't have gone out.

Qin Hu glared at Li Yao angrily, this bitch deserves to die!

Then, he turned around and said respectfully to Chen Ping: "Mr. Chen, please get in the car."

Seeing this scene, Li Yao and Song Jiajia were dumbfounded!

What does this... what does this mean?

Isn’t this car Qin Hu’s?

"Brother Hu, what did you call him just now? Isn't this car yours?" Li Yao blinked her big eyes with a look of disbelief.

Can anything be more shocking than this?

This big and powerful man actually respects Chen Ping very much.

Before Qin Hu could say anything, Chen Ping said calmly: "Yes, the car is not mine, but he is my driver."

You are pretending to be a bitch, otherwise you will be annoyed to death by Li Yao.

driver?!

Song Jiajia suddenly remembered that when she arrived just now, Chen Ping said that the driver took a shortcut.

Is Chen Ping’s driver Qin Hu driving a pink Porsche?

How crazy!

Qin Hu respectfully welcomed Chen Ping into the car, then glared at Li Yao and Song Jiajia fiercely, and said: "Go and inquire about me, Qin Hu, Nanhao Street. If you dare to be disrespectful to Mr. Chen again in the future, don't blame me for being rude."

!”

Li Yao and Song Jiajia just watched Chen Ping leave in his stunning Porsche.

She was not convinced, so she took a picture of the license plate and said angrily: "Jiajia, do you believe that is Chen Ping's driver?"

Song Jiajia also looked confused and said, "I'm not sure either, but I seem to have heard my ex-boyfriend mention Qin Hu's name."

Li Yao was very angry. She blamed Chen Ping for the slap and immediately gave the license plate to Zhao Zheng, saying: "Brother Zheng, I just saw Chen Ping leave in this car. Check whose car it is."

"

Zhao Zheng had been unhappy all night, and now he was even more angry when he received Li Yao's text message.

What? That loser Chen Ping actually drove away in a Porsche 911?!

impossible!

So, he immediately replied: "Okay, wait for me for five minutes!"

Five minutes later, Zhao Zheng found out that the car belonged to a twenty-year-old girl.

So he immediately called Li Yao, his words were full of sarcasm, and said: "I'm laughing to death. This car belongs to a little girl, probably a second-generation rich man. I said, this Chen Ping will not be beaten by this little girl."

Are you taken care of?"

When Li Yao heard this, he immediately felt that it was true and felt contempt and ridicule in his heart.

This Chen Ping was actually taken care of?

How disgusting!

Is he having an affair within marriage?

No, we must find an opportunity to tell Jiang Wan, break them up, and let Chen Ping leave the house!

"Fuck! It turns out I caught Bai Fumei. It's really disgusting!" Li Yao cursed, then turned around, took Song Jiajia with her, twisted her hips and left.

Here, Chen Ping was sent to the hospital by Qin Hu.

When I came to Mi Li's ward, I saw Xiao Mi Li playing with the puppets of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. She also had her hair braided, which looked very kawaii.

With big eyes, porcelain skin, and baby-fat face, she shouted to Chen Ping with a milky voice: "Dad, come and play with me."

Chen Ping hurriedly stepped forward, sat on the ground, pretended to be an old witch, made evil faces, and said: "Dad, there are apples here, do you want to give them to Snow White?"

Xiaomi Li rolled her eyes at Chen Ping and said in an adult tone: "Dad, you are so childish. I won't play with you anymore."

With that said, Xiaomi Li turned away and stopped talking to Chen Ping.

Chen Ping was dejected. After coaxing him for a long time, he asked, "Mi Li, who gave this to me?"

Xiao Mili pouted and said with a smile: "She is a beautiful big sister. She asked me to call her Sister Xueyun."

Su Xueyun!

Chen Ping's face suddenly turned cold and he played with Mi Li for a while. Then he walked out of the hospital and called Su Xueyun.

His attitude was not very friendly. Chen Ping said: "Su Xueyun, thank you for sending me the Snow White doll, but please don't give me any more in the future. Jiang Wan doesn't like it."

straightforward.
To be continued...