The Soaring Remote Control Car finally stopped under Xiang Haiqing's constant expectation, and the car made the sound of wheels sliding on the runway.
Xiang Haiqing curled up in Nangong Yue's arms, while the other party had a gloomy handsome face and tightly protected Xiang Haiqing's ears with his hands.
After the car stops!
Nangong Yue untied the protective tools the two of them were wearing, and he got out of the car first and picked up Xiao Haiqing.
He glanced at the staff standing aside with cold eyes, "I want to know, what is the usual speed of your remote control car?"
"This-----if we go by the normal speed, it should be about 180 miles per hour."
Nangong Yue snorted coldly, with a great sense of oppression, "If I didn't estimate it wrong just now, the speed of the car this time will be much higher than 180 miles. Am I right?"
The staff looked extremely embarrassed at Butler An, who was standing by with a smile from beginning to end.
"Sir, before the car started, my young master just explained that this place has been reserved by my young master. My young master always likes fast games. If I remember correctly, it was you who insisted on staying."
Nangong Yue looked at this kind-faced old man with a somewhat thoughtful look. His behavior was extremely regular, as if he had been well trained.
His eyes darkened!
No matter what kind of identity he has behind him, if they bully him today, he will never let them have an easy time.
"Old gentleman, we bought tickets first just now. Don't the tickets we bought count?"
Butler An's expression finally showed something strange. Just when he was about to give him a cold look, An Zimo, who had just walked down, stopped him in time.
"Butler An, shut up."
"It's the young master."
When Butler An heard his young master's instructions, he immediately stood aside respectfully.
"If I'm not mistaken, this big brother should be President Nangong of Huasheng International."
Nangong Yue looked at him seriously, with curiosity about the young man in front of him rising in his eyes.
"Yes, I am Nangong Yue."
A faint smile appeared on An Zimo's lips, "My dad often talks about you. Zimo is very honored to see you in person today."
His words aroused Nangong Yue's curiosity.
"Who is your father?"
"My father is An Weifeng, the president of Chery." Butler An interrupted promptly.
An Weifeng? The Chery Group that just cooperated with Huasheng?
Nangong Yue raised his eyebrows, "It turns out he is Mr. An's young master. I'm glad to meet him."
An Zimo's expression was indifferent, his face was childish but his words were mature.
The more Nangong thought of Xiang Haiqing's earlier remarks, he wondered, could this be the "little fat" classmate that Hai Qing often mentioned?
"Daddy, let's not deal with this bad guy. Hai Qing wants to go home."
Seeing Xiang Haiqing become weak and quiet in his arms, he rubbed her hair distressedly.
This little guy must have been frightened by the speed just now.
"Hai Qing, have you forgotten what daddy taught you?"
Xiang Haiqing felt that her head was dizzy and she couldn't muster any strength. She had already scolded An Zimo, a little bastard, a thousand times in her heart.
"Hmph! Daddy said that Hai Qing can't lie to people or curse people. Hai Qing remembers it. But I will never apologize to this Fatty An, because he is a bad person. The teacher said that, we are determined
You must not bow to evil forces."
Seeing Xiang Haiqing pretending to be upright and full of justice, the bodyguards around her who had been acting very cold all the time bit their lips in unison and suppressed the urge to laugh out loud in their hearts.