"It's really troublesome for you to come and pick me up so late."
Meng Lang stuffed a bunch of salutes into the trunk, turned around and said to the three of them with a smile.
"Huh! If Haitang hadn't said she was coming, I wouldn't have had so much free time." Yan Weiwei twisted her face, looking arrogant.
"Ahem! Xiaoyu said you must have a lot of salutes when you come back, and it's not convenient to take a taxi." Lin Haitang avoided Meng Lang's eyes and touched Xiaoyu's head.
Sure enough! You are the most reliable in the team!
Meng Lang gave Xiao Yu a thumbs up, and Xiao Yu grinned.
"Hurry up and get in the car, I'm already hungry." Yan Weiwei took the lead and got into the driver's seat of her Porsche 911.
Meng Lang was about to sit in the back seat with Xiao Yu and let Lin Haitang pass the co-pilot, but Yan Weiwei in front rolled her eyes.
"Hey! Why should you, a big man, sit in the back seat? Sit in the front!"
Meng Lang was speechless, you are really trying to break up Xiao Yu and me all the time.
Reluctantly sitting in the passenger seat, he immediately turned around and asked with a smile, "Xiaoyu, how was your vacation?"
Yan Weiwei curled her lips, put the car into gear, stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly drove out of the parking lot.
"Well! I had a very fulfilling life, reading books, rehearsing, and my sister took me to the Children's Palace yesterday." Xiaoyu said with a happy face.
Meng Lang couldn't help but glance at Lin Haitang.
This guy still listened to his suggestions.
“I’ve just pressed the line several times, and my sister is always talking about ‘whether the points are enough’ or something like that. I’m quite unhappy.”
"Uh..." Meng Lang almost couldn't help laughing.
"Xiaoyu!" Lin Haitang looked slightly embarrassed and glared at Lin Xiaoyu.
"Ahem! This is normal. As a newbie, breaking the rules is a necessary stage of life." Meng Lang suppressed his laughter.
Seeing that the three of them were "happy", Yan Weiwei quit and glanced at Meng Lang.
"Okay, little Mencius, you bought a car without saying a word, you saved your money!"
Lower your capital? Where to lower your capital? You mean something...
"Well! There has been a lot of business recently. It is not convenient to take the bus where I live now. It will be more convenient to buy a mobility scooter." Meng Lang did not answer her question.
However, it is true that the management of the high-end community they live in now is relatively standardized, but entry and exit are not as easy as before.
It takes five minutes to get out of the gate, which is really inconvenient if you don't have a car.
"Tch! And then you find out after buying the car that you don't have a driver's license? Who are you fooling? Sima Zhao's heart!" Yan Weiwei sneered.
Meng Lang glanced in the rearview mirror.
Lin Haitang was only looking at the scenery and pretending not to hear.
"Ahem! It's true that I bought it a little hastily. But luckily, I asked a friend for help today, and the driver's license should be solved soon."
"How fast does it mean? You didn't think you could fail Subject 2 seven or eight times, and then just give the car to our Haitang, right?"
"Well……"
Meng Lang glanced at the driver's seat and felt a little strange. Why did Yan Weiwei seem to be more aggressive than usual today.
I've been staying at home for the past two days, so I don't have a chance to offend her, right?
Could it be that the person who drew a dragon with his left hand went crazy with practice?
"Yan Weiwei!" Lin Haitang finally couldn't sit still.
"Why is it so bad? I can borrow the car if you want, Haitang, how about I lend you this car? Anyway, I don't go out that often."
"don't want!"
"Why? Why can his be OK but not mine!" Yan Weiwei said angrily.
"Nonsense! A little scratch on your car costs thousands. With my level, I'm afraid it will go bankrupt in less than a month!"
Besides, since your car has a manual transmission, it will definitely stall easily, and it consumes so much fuel. Electric cars are more economical and more economical."
Yan Weiwei was speechless for a moment.
This reason is really irrefutable.
Unexpectedly, one day, my Porsche will be outclassed by an idol mini.
Its price may be less than one of its own wheels, but price...is precisely its biggest competitive advantage...
Seeing Meng Lang having fun nearby, Yan Weiwei became even more angry.
"I couldn't pay the rent a while ago, but now I can buy a car. It seems I've made a lot of money recently, right?"
Does lowering his rent count as subsidizing an enemy?
"Haha! It's just average. I only made a few small goals." Meng Lang said with a smile.
"A few small goals? Why don't you just buy a private jet?" Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes, obviously thinking that Meng Lang was talking nonsense.
"Well... private jets are too risky, and I have aerophobia."
"Aerophobia? You're a grown man and you're still afraid of flying?"
"I'm scared a lot, to be honest, I'm even scared of riding in the car you drive!" Meng Lang couldn't help complaining.
The last time I took a ride, my brother's life was saved. If he hadn't seen the update today and confirmed that the journey was safe, he might not have dared to get on the bus.
"Really?" Yan Weiwei's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard that Meng Lang was actually afraid of riding in her car.
The time you came back from Xijing Bay, it was during the rush hour and you didn't show off your driving skills at all. You were caught in the crossfire this time, right?
It's a high speed here!
Put the gear in, throttle!
"Buzz~buzz~boom!"
Amidst the roar of the motor, everyone felt a push on their backs, and the next moment, the surrounding vehicles were quickly overtaken.
In the not-dense traffic, a red Porsche jumped out like a cheetah among sheep.
After leaving the train station, there was a beltway with a speed limit of 120. Yan Weiwei quickly reached 130, and then jumped back and forth between speeding and not speeding.
"Weiwei! Slow down!" Lin Haitang couldn't help but said nervously as he looked at the cars being overtaken outside.
"Don't worry, I'm sensible, I'm not speeding yet!" Yan Weiwei chuckled.
He glanced at Meng Lang next to him provocatively.
Hmm! The way he was holding on to the handle next to him was definitely a look of fear.
But... what does this guy's flushed face mean?
Are you afraid of being so high-spirited?
In fact, Meng Lang was indeed a little scared, but it was not pure fear, but fear mixed with inexplicable excitement, and in the excitement there was a complex sense that was ready to move.
I'm scared because I'm really scared. After all, I've crashed twice on transportation.
Who knows if she accidentally said something that she shouldn't have said just now, which stimulated Yan Weiwei to directly change the future?
Even taking a bus is risky, let alone such exciting racing?!
But excitement is also really exciting!
The urge to kick Yan Weiwei away and go up there to have a good time became stronger and stronger with the roar of the motor in her ears.
If he hadn't controlled himself to hold on to the handle, he would have reached out to help someone put the car into gear if he was impulsive.
This stress response...
Meng Lang knew that he was probably being raped...
…
"Tsk!" Yan Weiwei pulled the handbrake and parked the car firmly in the parking space with a slight sound of braking.
Everyone in the car breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally arrived safely.
"Oh, my performance today is average. Mainly because Xiaoyu was in the car, so I didn't have enough fun."
What Yan Weiwei said is true.
Although it was meant to show off her driving skills, she didn't have the guts to do anything like running a red light in the city. Even when crossing a zebra crossing, she would slow down and give way.
The acceleration of this sports car is really a bit head-turning.
"How are you, little Mengzi? Is your driving skill okay?" Yan Weiwei said with a bad smile.
The drive usually takes about forty minutes, but surprisingly it only took twenty minutes.
Meng Lang finally knew where his brother's twenty-minute advance came from last time.
"Huh~" He forcibly pulled himself away from the increasingly strong impulse, but his eyes were still a little absent-minded.
My brain seemed to be still immersed in the deafening cheers and shouts that were faintly coming from my ears.
That may be a glorious peak that he will never experience again in this life...
"Driving skills? Haha!" A slightly disdainful, hoarse voice came from Meng Lang's throat.
"You don't understand what driving is!
To find the latest braking point, find the friction limit of the tire, find the limit of your own ability...
Driving is not a skill, but an art!”
"Bang!" The car door was closed, leaving a car full of dumbfounded people...