Madam Dihao is not good

The yellow BMW turned the steering wheel quickly, and when it was about to collide, it brushed past it, but in Sikong Zeye's mind, it seemed as if the two cars had already collided with each other, making a "bang" sound!

It seemed that fragments of memory that did not belong to him poured out.

The dancing ballet girl raised her chin coldly, and her face was about to emerge.

But it was only an instant, and it disappeared unpredictably.

"Squeak", the sports car made a screeching sound, Sikong Zeye braked the car, and saw that his rearview mirror and doors were damaged due to the huge friction. [

The car window was knocked, and a man covered his bleeding forehead with a handkerchief, and said angrily, "Will you be able to drive? Don't kill yourself and hit a train! Don't hurt others on the road!"

Sikong Zeye slammed open the car door, and the strong aura in his body forced the man back again and again.

The man took out his mobile phone and said, "I'm still angry. Is it reasonable for you to bump into me? I'll call the police now!"

When Bai Feifei saw Sikong Zeye getting off the car, his eyes widened in surprise.

She quickly got out of the car and grabbed the man's sleeve: "Hubby, forget it!"

"Forget it? We almost had an accident."

"Husband..." Bai Feifei couldn't stop him, and said anxiously, "Chen Hao, it's useless for you to call the police, we can't afford to mess with him!"

Chen Hao froze slightly, thinking that even his wife underestimated him: "I can't afford to provoke you? Then I want to see if I can provoke him or not!"

Bai Feifei pulled him back, the two couples quarreled, and some spectators surrounded them.

Bai Feifei didn't want to make matters worse, so he hurriedly said to Sikong Zeye: "It was our fault just now, I'm sorry, I hope you don't embarrass my husband..."

"Feifei?!"