I don’t know if it’s because Yang Fei saved him, but Irina has an inexplicable fondness for him.
Yang Fei sat on the chair opposite her and said, "It's just a verbal thank you. Isn't this too insincere?"
Irina thought for a moment and said, "How about I invite you out for a meal?"
Ever since he came to Nanjing, Yang Fei has been living a life of one meal and one meal, working hard and running around. If he hadn't mentioned eating, he would have forgotten that he was already hungry.
"People are like iron rice. If you don't eat a meal, you'll be starving. With a big star accompanying you, I believe this meal will be very appetizing." Yang Feizhan stood up and said: "Where are you going to eat?"
"There is a food street less than three kilometers away from our place. I went there once some time ago. The food there is very appetizing. Why not go there." Irina said.
"Let's go." As long as there is food to eat, Yang Fei doesn't care where he is at all and walks towards the elevator stairs.
"Wait for me." Irina picked up her bag, put on her hat and sunglasses, dressed up specially, and then went downstairs with Yang Fei.
As a public figure, if she is recognized while walking outside, it will cause a lot of commotion, so Irina is very cautious every time she goes out, just like going to the battlefield.
He got into the car given to Yang Fei by Mo Yuyan, and then, under the guidance of Irina, drove in the direction of the food street.
Soon they came to a busy road, and the number of vehicles around them gradually increased. Yang Fei slowed down, and when he drove to an intersection, a figure suddenly rushed past him.
"Peng" he lightly touched the front of Yang Fei's car, then screamed, fell to the ground, and shouted: "It hit someone, it hit someone, don't run."
The attention of passers-by around him was attracted. They pointed at Yang Fei, and some took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
"According to our speed, even if we are hit, nothing will happen. Moreover, he posted it himself. Isn't this blackmail?"
Irina in the car was a little anxious. This was the first time she had encountered such a thing and she didn't know how to deal with it.
"It seems that we have encountered a porcelain gang." Yang Fei smiled slightly. As the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds. He had heard of the porcelain gang in the past, but he didn't expect that he would meet one.
Yang Fei opened the car unhurriedly, lit a cigarette in a smart manner, and looked at the middle-aged man who was 'hit' by him with interest.
"My leg is broken. You have to take responsibility for hitting someone." He pointed at Yang Fei, holding his thigh with both hands and rolling on the ground. The painful expression on his face was like that of an actor.
"That's not a bad performance, let's continue." Yang Fei ignored it and leaned against the car door.
Wang Hu kept screaming in his heart that he had been focusing on car racing for twenty years. Every car owner he encountered before was panicked and finally paid the money and settled the matter, but this was the first time he encountered someone like Yang Fei.
"Brother, I don't believe that I can't blackmail you." With a scornful smile in his heart, Wang Hu screamed loudly, and many unsuspecting onlookers began to accuse him.
"The guy driving the BMW is too heartless, isn't he? He hit someone and still acted like nothing happened."
"To drive such a good car at such a young age, I think he is probably a rich second generation."
With the support of the onlookers, Wang Hu felt even more proud. He looked at Yang Fei with a determined look, as if he was already waiting for Yang Fei to compensate.
