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Chapter 117: Gentle and Passionate 4

Suddenly, the car rushed forward and threw me hard to the back, and had an intimate contact with the seat.

I frowned, turned to look at him, protested, not understanding what he wanted to do.

Yin Yibian explained: "This is a racing car, which accelerates very quickly and is also one of its energy. Be careful after a while, let's drive to the highway and feel the speed."

I frowned and said quickly, "It's better to slow down and be careful."

Yin Yijie suddenly laughed again, smiling very brightly, a rare smile without any impurities or disguise.[

He nodded solemnly while smiling, and said, "Yeah, I understand. Not only am I taking risks alone, but I also have a little Keer."

I looked at his smile and seemed to have restrained two or three points, as if I was very serious, just trying to hide it.

Looking at the other cars of various colors outside the car window and we were left behind, but there was no feeling inside the car.

It turns out that a good car is so unique.

Even the BMW I have been on for the longest time will probably have to float up at this speed.

Yin Yijie seemed not very satisfied. He got on the highway outside the city where there were fewer vehicles, accelerated around a turn, drew a graceful arc like a meteor, and became the most gorgeous scenery in the city tonight.

Yin Yijie got a little slowed down after getting addicted to the car.

The only regret is that the seat belt I wear is of good quality and successfully prevented me from throwing my arms to him...

When the car stabilized slightly, I continued to drink my mango juice.

"What do you want to eat?" Yin Yijie asked by turning on the automatic navigation device.

I shook my head and replied, "It's up to you."

Yin Yijie said helplessly: "Ker, any dish is hard to prepare."

I looked at him strangely, not understanding.

He usually arranges places to eat and how to eat.

I have grown up so old that I have never had much choice for eating, so I can only listen to others.

Besides, he arranged it well every time, so I naturally let him choose the most convenient or favorite one by himself. Why is there another problem?

But he made me think, I just think. Please indicate www if you reprint it.


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