Therefore, Zhang Xiaofan doesn't mind giving Chen Zhongcheng a hard lesson.

But now because of Zhao Yinger, Zhang Xiaofan is quite angry in his heart, and he has no time to deal with this little fish.

At this point, Zhang Xiaofan lowered the car window to let the cool wind of the night outside pour into the car. At the same time, Zhang Xiaofan had accumulated in his heart, and his sullen spirit had dissipated a lot. His whole spirit was also inspired.

"It seems that I was too hasty in dealing with Yingbao..."

After thinking of this, Zhang Xiaofan did not shake his head and laugh, and temporarily chose to suppress Yingbao's affair.

Moreover, Zhang Xiaofan knows that what belongs to him must belong to him.

Xiangshan Panshan highway was originally built in the 1970s in Yanjing.

However, due to the long history, few vehicles will choose to pass here, and few vehicles will pass through this place. For this reason, this place has been privately converted into a racing track.

Wang Yuanping and Zhang Xiaofan came to the top of Xiangshan mountain road. Looking at the bustling scene, Zhang Xiaofan was quite surprised.

You know, compared with the original scale of wuyunshan underground racetrack in Hangzhou, it is not too spectacular.

After Wang Yuanping stepped down from his Ferrari, he naturally attracted the excited screams and cheers of countless girls at the first time.

Zhang Xiaofan, on the other hand, leans leisurely on the side of the front passenger's door of Ferrari, with a calm look, which seems so out of place with the surrounding lively and noisy scenes.

In this crowd, it is natural that there is a big circle. One of the cars is a very cool black Ferrari. The gorgeous and aerodynamic Chechnya immediately attracted the attention of all the people present.

At the front of the Ferrari laferrari, a handsome young man was standing with his hands in his pocket.

The man's face was covered with a pair of golden lace eyes, which made him look so gentle. Almost everyone's eyes on him were full of admiration, admiration and fear.

In short, all kinds of eyes can be found in him!

Murong, the first Prince of Yanjing, is unparalleled. No matter where he goes in Yanjing, he is undoubtedly the focus of the younger generation.

On Murong's right hand, Yao Siyu stands tall and cold.

And Yao Siyu, at the moment, naturally also enjoys the envious eyes of many opposite sex.

To tell you the truth, if they can, they really want to stand beside Murong unparalleled is not Yao Siyu, but they are.

Not far from Murong Wushuang's right hand, she is a beautiful woman who is not inferior to Yao Siyu in beauty and temperament.

Even, to some extent, compared with Yao Siyu, this Oriental woman is obviously better, which makes many onlookers at the track scene, and the eyes of men watching the scene fall on this woman frequently

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