Qi Shaoyuan really wanted to tell everything without hesitation, and then stand on Wei Xufeng's head and laugh at him.
If it's someone else's secret, even if it's his own, he can't help but tell it... But, this is the boss's secret!
No, he absolutely can't say it, he can't say it even if he is killed... at most hint!
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"The He family will definitely lose this match." Suddenly, Wei Xufeng changed the subject and said to Qi Shaoyuan.
Qi Shaoyuan was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Fart, the He family will definitely win!"
Hearing the sound, Wei Xufeng glanced at Qi Shaoyuan, and said with a sneer: "Laotang's team is the strongest, and the Hejia team has never won, especially at this juncture, He Lefeng, the oil bottle, has temporarily changed another one." Navigator, I'm afraid the two of them haven't started to get along, the probability of the Hejia team winning is zero."
As a well-known spectator of hardcore professional racing events, if he can't even see this, then he has studied the events of the major teams all these years in vain.
"Hey, how about we make a bet, I bet the Hejia team wins, if the Hejia team is out, if I win, I want the boss's autographed photo!" Qi Shaoyuan said hurriedly.
Wei Xufeng treasured a signed photo of Yeva, the god of death on the track, and kept it at home on weekdays as an offering, without even taking a look at it. Qi Shaoyuan had coveted it for a long time.
"Hehe, bet on the signature photo of the boss with me, okay, what are you betting on?" Wei Xufeng sneered.
"Boss' signature clothes!" Qi Shaoyuan said excitedly.
"Signed clothes?!" Hygiene, Wei Xufeng was startled, and said in surprise, "You have it?"
"Nonsense!" Qi Shaoyuan immediately stood up, walked to Wei Xufeng's side, and slightly hooked his thumb back: "Look for yourself!"
Immediately, Wei Xufeng subconsciously looked behind Qi Shaoyuan—"yeva"
"It must be fake!" Wei Xufeng sneered almost without thinking.
"Fart, look carefully to see if it's the boss's handwriting!" Qi Shaoyuan said angrily.
He actually said that the signature the boss gave him was fake, that's intolerable!
At this moment, Wei Xufeng looked at Qi Shaoyuan's back again, and after a few breaths, Wei Xufeng's brows suddenly furrowed deeply.
not fake...
It is indeed the boss's handwriting.
Wei Xufeng had a signed photo, and the boss had written his signature on him himself, so he was too familiar with the handwriting of Yeva, the god of death on the track.
"I rely on it!"
Wei Xufeng suddenly stood up from his seat excitedly, and was about to pick off Qi Shaoyuan's clothes.
"What are you doing, you want to grab it, don't you want to grab it?" Qi Shaoyuan quickly turned around and took a few steps back.
"Where did you get it!" Wei Xufeng stared at Qi Shaoyuan, gnashing his teeth, eyes full of jealousy.
He spent so much money to take pictures of a necklace at a charity dinner. He had the opportunity to sign it when he saw a real person, but because he didn't have paper, he couldn't write on the material of the clothes, so he had to sign it on his waist. It took him a lot of effort to finally get a signed photo. Qi Shaoyuan is such a good guy, he actually got a signed shirt without making a fuss! !
Can't bear it... absolutely can't bear it!
Moreover, what surprised Wei Xufeng the most was that with Qi Shaoyuan's personality, if he really had the signature clothes of the boss, he would have shouted all over the world with a loudspeaker, how could he bear to show it off until now...
"Be careful, hey, if you get flowers, I'll play with you with a kitchen knife!" Qi Shaoyuan quickly took off his clothes, and he was relieved when he saw that the signature was all right. It's easy to get flowers if you just signed it!
"Wait, you...why do you seem to have just signed?" Wei Xufeng looked strange.
"Hehe, if you want to take care of it, it's fine if it's true." Qi Shaoyuan smiled proudly.