Wild Game: The Devil Releases My Mommy

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Ling Shaomo unbuttoned the shirt around his neck irritably, his eyes swept back coldly.Go to *net when reading novels

He was born with that kind of self-respecting posture, and the luxury car behind him fully demonstrated his extraordinary status. His glance was like a stream of ice, which made the hearts and hands of the car owners who honked their horns tremble in the back. Dare to press the horn and urge.

Yin Yanyan sighed, she still wanted to live peacefully in this community, but she didn't want to have bad relations with these residents.

"Young Master Ling, maybe, let's find another place to talk?"

The condition he offered was a bit weird, which aroused her rare curiosity, and she wanted to ask clearly before talking.

She promised to talk, is there a door? !

Ling Shaomo's eyes lit up, his chest straightened up, and he finally regained his demeanor in front of Yin Yanyan: "Alright."

He opened his car door and made a gesture of invitation: "Get in the car, I'll take you to a place."

Yin Yanyan ignored him, but pulled his son back into his car: "Master Ling, please lead the way."

Ling Shaomo: "..."

Why did he feel awkward listening to this sentence?

But for a while, he couldn't think of something awkward, so he got into the car sullenly.

With a "whoosh", Sao Baolan's Rolls-Royce Phantom shot out like a bullet.

Yin Yanyan took it easy.

Slowly start, slowly shift into gear, and when she started slowly, the Rolls-Royce had disappeared.

"Mom, the one who leads the way runs faster than the rabbit shot by the arrow, should we chase after it?"

Yin Guo looked at the road ahead, and consciously clenched the handrail next to her with her little hand.

He knew that his mother usually liked racing cars. Faced with such an obvious provocation from Young Master Ling, would his mother accept it?

Will there be a chase on this busy street?

The blood in Yin Guo's little heart began to boil...

No matter how young he is, he is still a little boy after all.

In their bones, boys are aggressive and brave, and in their bones they like to play exciting drag racing games...

Yin Yanyan glanced at his son, and snorted: "What are you chasing? What is there to chase? Son, we are good citizens who obey the traffic rules, so we can't play drag racing on the street." [

Slowly drove onto the main road, slowly moving forward in a slow lane, leisurely like a space walk.

Yin Guo: "..."

What my mother said at this time was high-sounding, isn't it time to drive him to school every day, as long as there are no traffic lights and cameras, it's time to play speed?

Yin Guo is not used to the snail's pace of her mother's driving.

Is mom driving a car, or driving an old car?

Even if you obey the traffic rules, you can't drive so slowly, right? !

The cyclists next to them are also faster than them!

Yin Guo felt a little bored, closed his eyes and began to feel drowsy.

Yin Yanyan glanced at his son suspiciously: "Xiao Guozi, aren't you wondering?"

Yin Guo didn't open his eyes either: "Why are you wondering?"

"I wonder why I didn't catch up, I'm not afraid to lose that Young Master Ling." Yin Yanyan reminded him. Bleak Bleak 