The flames were burning, and the smoke was billowing.
The black and red flames swallowed the red supercar, and the raging flames rolled, distorting and deforming the air above it.
The high temperature distorted the car windows, and the glass made a muffled sound in the raging fire, and then the spider web-like lines spread away, and all the car windows were stained with cracks in a blink of an eye, and fell to the ground with a slight popping sound …
Forty-five minutes later, all that remained of the red limited-edition supercar was a scorched black skeleton.
Zhan Wuyou watched the whole process, his cold fingertips were already hot from the smoke.
Looking at the frame that was still emitting thick smoke, he looked coldly, "Call an excavator over."
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It's already like this, do you want to continue to ruin it? Wang Zhi was so distressed that he had nothing to say, so he took a short video of Han Tang during the burning of the car.
Han Tang replied six o'clock, probably couldn't bear it, and replied, too much money to burn
Wang Zhihui, this is Master Zhan's car.
This time, Han Tang added two exclamation marks in addition to the six dots.
Who would have thought that Zhan Wuyou, a shabby householder who had to steal the security of the Yan family a few months ago to pay the money, would one day have so much money that he would burn it
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The excavator that Zhan Wuyou asked for came quickly.
His gloomy eyes fell on the lonely frame, his thin lips parted slightly, "Crush it!"
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The imported car frame was violently broken into two pieces, and then crushed to the point of deformation.
Zhan Wuyou kept watching with cold eyes until the frame of the car could not see the original shape at all, then he buried himself in Yan Qing's arms with a sullen face.
"It's okay, it's okay." Yan Qing patted him on the back, dismissed the crowd, and hugged him back to the room.
Put him on the bed, put a glass of water into his hand, and comfort him, "Don't be afraid, the car is burnt out. Naturally, the accident will not happen again."
Zhan Wuyou hugged the cup and didn't speak.
Yan Qing reached out and touched Zhan Wuyou's wet forehead, "Go take a bath?"
The two watched the burning car outside for nearly an hour, and the scalding heat made them sweat a lot.
Zhan Wuyou didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't speak since he went upstairs.
Yan Qing simply dragged him into the bathroom.
He took off his clothes three times, five times, and turned around to see Zhan Wuyou standing there, staring at his naked chest with heavy eyes.
The two had a great time yesterday, and their physical fit has been getting better and better recently.
This will meet his eyes, can't help but feel a little hot.
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"Shall I take it off for you?" With other thoughts, Yan Qing took the initiative to walk in front of Zhan Wuyou. Stretching out his hand, turning his fingertips on the button lightly, the clothes were slightly opened, revealing a small piece of fair skin.
He reached out and touched the handle, satisfied with the delicate skin texture, he couldn't help but lightly grabbed it.
Zhan Wuyou groaned softly in pain.
The ending sound slightly raised.
Yan Qing's breath was heavy, and her fingertips landed on the remaining buttons of mine. After twisting and turning, the top was peeled off in an instant, revealing a piece of whiteness.
Although Zhan Wuyou was thin, he wasn't so shriveled, there wasn't any part that should be round.
Just when Yan Qing's hand was aimed at his pants, Zhan Wuyou grabbed it and said seriously, "Do you want to go to Country X?"
Yan Qing cleared her throat and said innocently, "You heard what uncle said."
Zhan Wuyou stared straight at him with a pair of beautiful eyes.
Yan Qing looked at him with an innocent look, "Since the Gran family has accepted uncle, they will naturally target me. Their family will soon have a queen. Instead of waiting for their power to grow, it is better to strike first."
Zhan Wuyou, "Tell the truth."
Yan Qing thought about it, and said honestly, "Putting uncle on the throne sounds more exciting than fighting a business war."
Zhan Wuyou knew that this bastard thought so.
Annoyed, he grabbed the shower head, pointed it at Yan Qing, and poured water all over his face.
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Zhan Wuyou was very dissatisfied with Yan Qing's answer, and the bathroom play broke because of it.
Yan Qing even swallowed a few saliva.
"Baby," Yan Qing tilted her head slightly, and poured out the water that got into her ears, while reasoning with Zhan Wuyou, "It's not a bad thing to go to country X."
Zhan Wuyou was clear-headed, "In my last life, I didn't see my uncle until I died, so that's enough to explain the problem."
If my uncle succeeds in this battle for the throne, he will definitely return to China to visit Wu Zijun and his little nephew whom he has never met.
He hasn't come back, it can only show that something happened during his ascension battle!
Yan Qing found another way, "The situation is different now. At least my uncle didn't return to China in the previous life. Maybe this is a variable?"
Zhan Wuyou didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so he said, "Are you determined to go to Country X?"
The dissatisfaction in the voice was completely undisguised.
Yan Qing has already tried the uncomfortable feeling when the two disagree. This will put the towel aside, sat down beside Zhan Wuyou, and said softly, "It's just a suggestion, and I will naturally listen to you in the end."
Then she kissed him on the lips...
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When the opinions are not unified, a hearty love affair can always turn things around.
Yan Qing looked at Zhan Wuyou's defenseless sleeping face, and dialed Wu Xinjing's cell phone.
"Wuyou don't agree?" In the short contact, Wu Xinjing obviously figured out Zhan Wuyou.
Yan Qing walked to the study room, her hoarse voice carried a hint of a smile, "He's just worried that something might happen to me."
Through the phone, Wu Xinjing felt that he had been stuffed with dog food.
He was silent for a while, "Do you need me to do something?"
Yan Qing had a lot of meaning, "Maybe the Gran family is willing to do it for you."
Zhan Wuyou now does not want Yan Qing to participate in the battle for the throne, because he is worried that other forces coveting the throne will hurt Yan Qing. But if it was the Gran family who used their power to bully Yan Qing, he would change his face on the spot. At that time, without Wu Xinjing's persuasion, he would carry the bazooka to cannon fodder the family.
Wu Xinjing felt that he had been stuffed with dog food again.
However, considering that he still needs to cooperate with this 'niece and daughter-in-law', he still said, "I will arrange it."
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Zhan Wuyou didn't know that his uncle and Yan Qing had reached a consensus on ambition and power.
He was sleeping soundly when he was woken up by the ringing of the phone.
After half a month of busy work, Charles finally had the opportunity to contact his male god.
"No, worry-free." Because of nervousness, the moment the call was connected, Charles stammered slightly.
Zhan Wuyou glanced at the phone number, his voice was still sleepy and hoarse, "Who is there?"
"It's me, Charles." Charles swallowed hopelessly, then summoned up his courage and said, "Well, I was dealing with the 'confusion' with my father before, so I haven't contacted you, I want to tell you Best of all, the obfuscation is now mine..."
A deep male voice suddenly interjected, "Who?"
Zhan Wuyou covered the bottom of the phone with one hand, turned around, and replied softly, "Char."
"Little Baimao?" Yan Qing sat on the edge of the bed, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, she hugged Zhan Wuyou into her arms. Yan Qing will never forget this little thing that covets Zhan Wuyou.