Zhang Fan looked at those long legs and kept swallowing his saliva.
These are high-heeled shoes. One kick hit the crotch, and the balls were broken, right?
However, just when everyone thought that Yi Bing was going to die, Yi Bing suddenly said: "Fortunately, it's okay!"
Cold sweat broke out on Yi Bing's forehead, and he looked at Ye Yanran with lingering fear!
At the same time, everyone around was screaming!
Damn it, is this shit all right?
Ye Yanran snorted coldly, pulled Weng Shuang and walked outside.
Zhang Fan struggled to carry a lot of things and followed.
Yi Bing's face twisted.
Leave? Not that easy.
Although he didn't know why Zhang Fan was so rich, this guy definitely had no background, otherwise, how could he help Ye Yanran and the others carry their things.
He couldn't afford to offend Ye Yanran, so he couldn't afford to offend this guy.
He had lost sixteen million and was almost exterminated. How could he endure such a bad breath?
"Haha, kid, you gave up so quickly? What about the drag racing we promised? Aren't you a master of drag racing? Come on, let's compare." Yi Bing said sarcastically.
A group of people in the store looked at Yi Bing as if he were an idiot.
Cowarded? Who is so cowardly?
In this game of donating money, you are clearly a coward, okay? You can't be so shameless!
Besides, when did people promise you to go racing?
Zhang Fan was also amused by Yi Bing's words. He turned his head and looked at Yi Bing coldly: "Don't you still have 10 million on hand? Let's continue to compare donations?"
Yi Bing clenched his fists with both hands, wanting to punch him.
You are more paralyzed than you. Ouyang Feng is standing on your left and Ye Yanran is standing on your right. Damn it, do you think I am mentally retarded?
"No, it's just like drag racing, with 10 million as a bet." Yi Bing's lips raised: "Don't you dare? I think your third-class skill was also obtained with money."
"Bang!" Ouyang Feng sneered. As an Ouyang family member, we naturally had the means to understand what happened at that time.
Bought with money? Haha, do you really think that third-class merit is just cabbage, and you can buy it if you can? This requires several reviews, and the requirements are extremely high, and money can only measure it.
In the eyes of soldiers, this is the highest honor.
"Zhang Fan, don't worry about this garbage, let's go." Ye Yanran said.
Zhang Fan gave a low smile and immediately put the thing in his hand on the ground. He looked at Yi Bing coldly and said slowly: "Ten million is too low, twenty million."
"Haha, 20 million, okay!" Yi Bing said, then took out a gold medal from his wallet and waved it in front of his eyes.
"Do you know what this is?" Yi Bing had a bright smile on his face.
"Hey, this is the racing gold medal customized by the speeding party last year!"
"Nima, how come Yi Bing has such a thing?"
Even Ouyang Feng has a different look on his face.
Every year, the speedsters in City S hold a racing competition. Although it is not official, the gold content is quite high.
But soon, Ouyang Feng set his sights on Zhang Fan.
As he has watched the high-definition video of Zhang Fan racing, he naturally knows Zhang Fan's strength.
Especially Zhang Fan's flying leap on the viaduct was simply fantastic!
Yi Bing smiled proudly: "I was the racing champion last year, don't you know, hahaha."
Then, Yi Bing stared at Zhang Fan and said in a very contemptuous tone: "Do you still dare to come? If you don't dare to come, forget it. Kneel down and admit your mistake to me, and let's forget about today's matter."
Zhang Fan chuckled: "Do you still have so much money?"
Everyone was stunned. Damn it. Listening to this tone, is this guy planning to compete with Yi Bing in drag racing? Is he crazy? Yi Bing was the first place in drag racing last year.
Yi Bing was also stunned, and then laughed wildly: "Is it possible that you can still beat me? Are you kidding? I was the number one in racing last year."
"That's not necessarily true." Zhang Fan rubbed his hands and laughed.
I've only donated 20 million, but this idiot just sent me money and refused to accept it. I'm really sorry.
"Zhang Fan, no." Weng Shuang came over, took Zhang Fan's hand and said.
She knew what kind of strength this gold medal required. Weng Yufeng was a member of the speed racing gang. However, he had been racing for several years and didn't even get back the bronze medal. This is 20 million, not paper.
Zhang Fan felt the softness in his hands, turned around immediately, stretched out his hand, and lifted Weng Shuang's chin, "Why, are you worried about me?"
As he spoke, Zhang Fan put his other hand around Weng Shuang's waist, pulled Weng Shuang's waist, and pulled Weng Shuang into his arms.
Smelling the faint fragrance, Zhang Fan's eyes also burned.
Weng Shuang's face turned red. She never expected that Zhang Fan would hug her directly.
Especially Zhang Fan's hot breath hitting her face made her even more panicked.
Zhang Fan lowered his head and kissed her directly.
"Well..."
A group of people around were stunned.
Damn it, is this the time for you to pick up girls? Brother, can you separate the occasions?
But looking at Weng Shuang's beautiful face, they couldn't help but smack their lips.
Didn't you say that Weng Shuang is a bad actor? Why did Zhang Fan kiss him? Isn't that a big deal?
In an instant, the hearts of a group of people became active.
This is the best.
That frosty face, that beautiful face, damn, it seems like being able to hug her would make death worth it.
However, thinking of Weng Shuang's two fiancés, a group of people immediately gave up the idea.
At this time, a startling sound sounded.
"Wucao, let go of my sister!"
Weng Yufeng rushed over in a hurry. Seeing Weng Shuang being held in Zhang Fan's arms, he immediately ran over.
Leap, elbow!
He wanted to beat this bastard to death for bullying his sister.
However, Zhang Fan turned around very calmly, turned sideways, raised his leg, and kicked.
"bump!"
Weng Yufeng flew out completely.
"Weng Yufeng, what are you doing?"
Weng Shuang's face was so pretty, she lowered her head and shouted softly.
Weng Yufeng was also confused at this time. How could that person be Zhang Fan?
"Ouch!" Weng Yufeng hit the wall and screamed repeatedly. He got up from the ground and clutched his stomach, unable to straighten his waist.
At this moment, he wanted to cry.
Damn it, why does Zhang Fan get kicked every time he sees him!
Zhang Fan also touched his nose in embarrassment, looked at the miserable Weng Yufeng, and said in a low voice: "Speak nicely and don't do anything."
A group of people rolled their eyes fiercely.
Damn it, it seems you were the one who did it.
Damn it, my brother-in-law dared to beat me up like that, how about someone else?
Damn it, stay away from this guy!
"Sister, you are my sister, and I am here to help you. Even if you have an affair with him, you are not married yet." Weng Yufeng looked at Weng Shuang with a sad face.
"Who told you to mess around?" Weng Shuang lowered his head and said, and then cursed again: "Who is having an affair with him?"
Zhang Fan glanced at Weng Shuang and smiled.
During treatment, isn’t there a relationship between one and the other?