After The Rebirth Of The Wealthy Young Master Who Was Replaced

Chapter 11: King next door

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Zhan Wuyou hid in the darkness, watching the expensive supercar speeding away in the night, and frowned tightly.

In Yan Qing's direction, is she going back to the hotel

"..." He looked down at his legs, then at the supercar that was no longer visible, and cast his eyes on the square box in his hand while he pondered.

Two legs must not be able to run on four wheels... And Yan Qing's supercar... starting from 100 meters is terrible.

He hesitated for a while, and he had already driven three kilometers.

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You have to find a car to catch up quickly. In his mind, he quickly calculated the time it took Yan Qing to reach the hotel, while he walked quickly on the main road and looked around.

The exquisite small box in his arms seemed to have become a lot hotter.

If he broke up with Yan Qing because of this bastard thing, then he could simply wipe his neck and die again—a cheapskate like Yan Qing hates others to lie to him the most.

In his previous life, he was a pitiful boy. If he overturned early in this life, it would be very difficult to get close to this man again!

Zhan Wuyou ran in the night, his eyes swept over the cars that could be seen along the way. A series of starting time and limit speed raced in his mind, but none of them could catch up with Yan Qing.

Just when he couldn't resist grabbing a car first and then chasing after him, he heard a loud and loud sound of a motor.

An albino boy in a motorcycle suit appeared in sight riding that cool motorcycle.

Zhan Wuyou's eyes lit up!

For the first time, the numbers quickly calculated in my mind surpassed the time when Yan Qing arrived at the hotel, and the limit speed of this car can definitely catch up.

He waved his hand to meet the albino boy in the biker suit.

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The albino boy caught Zhan Wuyou at a glance.

Zhan Wuyou is too special to him.

He is the only one who has survived until now and can see color.

He is like the sun in the night, so dazzling that as long as he appears there, it is enough to radiate light that warms the body and mind.

For the first time, he knew that human skin was originally such a color.

The cool car body drew a handsome arc, the albino boy opened his mask, his beautiful eyes were amazingly bright, "Coincidentally, you are going to the place we agreed on, right?"

Zhan Wuyou had long forgotten the promise to meet the albino boy two hours later, but when he heard the boy with a sunny smile on his face, he nodded without any psychological pressure, "Yes, it means that we are destined."

"Yes, is it?" The albino boy heard that Orientals believe in 'fate' very much, which made him pull his earlobe shyly, and then presented the helmet in front of Zhan Wuyou as if offering a treasure, and invited him, " Want to go for a ride?"

"Of course!" Zhan Wuyou put the helmet on his head, stepped on the back seat, and coaxed the little cutie, "Go back to the hotel, I'm very curious about the shortest time this car takes." He stretched out his hand He hugged the boy's strong and narrow waist, with a slightly lowered face, as if bewitched, "I believe your skills must be very good."

The albino boy's eyes were shining, like a cute guy who can only show his strengths, he turned the handle impatiently, "You must hold me tight!"

"Okay." The lingering sound of this word drifted in the rushing wind...

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The top speed of the motorcycle was really scary. Even Zhan Wuyou still felt a little swaying when he got off the bike.

"It's very exciting!" The gray eyes of the albino boy locked Zhan Wuyou tightly, as if he couldn't get enough of it, "Do you like it? I can take you around again. We can go shopping all night!"

"But it's getting late." Zhan Wuyou got out of the car and returned the helmet to the enthusiastic and cute boy, "I need to rest."

The boy heard Zhan Wuyou's intention to leave, "Can we exchange contact information?"

Zhan Wuyou didn't have much time to spend here, he smiled and pulled the boy's hand, and quickly wrote a string of numbers on it with his fingers, "Contact me tomorrow." Then he turned and left.

The boy glanced at his palm, then at the direction Zhan Wuyou was leaving, and suddenly shouted, "My name is Charles."

After shouting, he clenched his fists stupidly, unwilling to let the temperature left in Zhan Wuyou's palm disappear so quickly.

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Zhan Wuyou hurriedly walked into the lobby.

The box containing the mask was carried in his arms, and the hood of his jacket was put on his head. His movements seem to be leisurely, but the speed is not slow.

Just before he walked around the emergency passage, he caught a tall and straight figure—Yan Qing from the corner of his eye.

"..."

Hold!

Zhan Wuyou rushed into the emergency passage quickly, and ran up in three steps and two steps.

He didn't dare to let Yan Qing see his outfit. Not long ago, he was arrogantly sitting on the roof of an off-road vehicle and blowing kisses to someone. With this man's eyesight, he might be suspicious at first sight.

He quickly ran to the second floor, pressed the elevator waiting button, and rushed up to the third floor in the same way.

This is simply the speed of life and death!

Zhan Wuyou ran up with all his strength, and the box he held in his arms was knocked against the muscles of his waist from time to time by him.

But he couldn't stop, and just before his lungs were about to swell to the extreme, he finally reached the top floor.

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Before turning out the window, Zhan Wuyou heard the crisp sound of the elevator door opening.

The wind outside was still noisy, Zhan Wuyou stepped on the outer wall which was less than eight centimeters and moved forward little by little.

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On the 100-meter-long corridor, Yan Qing walked to the door with long legs and big strides.

Wang Zhi was very alert, and came to the door when he heard footsteps approaching.

Seeing through the cat's eyes, it was Lord Yan, and immediately opened the door to welcome him in. "Yan Ye."

Yan Qing snorted softly, strode into the living room, and raised her chin when she saw the closed door of the master bedroom, "Sleeping?"

"Well, I've been asleep for two hours." Wang Zhi stood behind Yan Qing, without asking why he came back so early, but said, "Do I need to prepare something for you?"

"No need." Yan Qing walked to the master bedroom and pressed the doorknob.

"Who?" A sleepy voice came from the room, "Is it Brother Wang?"

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Zhan Wuyou, who was still moving outside the wall, heard his recorded voice through the open door of the balcony.

It's terrible!

The previously recorded voice was completely prepared for Wang Zhi. The next sentence is: "Brother Wang, wait a minute, don't come in, I don't have any clothes on."

But it was Yan Qing who opened the bedroom door now!

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No clothes

Hearing these words, Yan Qing stopped pressing the doorknob, raised one eyebrow slightly, and looked back at Wang Zhi.

Wang Zhi felt a huge scapegoat suddenly dropped on his head—he didn't do anything, and he cared very intimately whether the little white rabbit wanted a glass of milk before going to bed! Don't talk nonsense, this little white rabbit!

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Zhan Wuyou was still three meters away from the balcony, most of his body was suspended in the air, and there was no protective measures for his whole body.

But he couldn't care less, as soon as Yan Qing opened the door, he could see everything he was pretending to be in the house, especially the simple transponder behind the door.

He gritted his teeth, protected the box in his arms with one hand, and suddenly accelerated his steps. He was less than two meters away from the balcony, and suddenly jumped!

Like milk swallows throwing themselves into the forest, leaping lightly into the balcony.

His heart was beating fast, he threw the box and the clothes he took off quickly under the bed, followed his feet non-stop and rushed to the door, holding the simple sound detector installed on the handle in the palm of his hand.

Just a few tenths later, the door was opened.

The eyes of Zhan Wuyou, who was half naked, and Yan Qing, who was holding the doorknob, collided.

[The author has something to say]: Pharaoh (voiced hoarsely): I am not, I am not, don’t talk nonsense! ! !