Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 2672: Wang Ye Come, I'll give you my life!

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Time is running out and he has a lot to prepare.

The Queen will not give up easily, so the next few days will be quite busy.

"She came in?"

"how come?"

Ji Zinyin stared at the results on TV with her eyes wide open, hardly able to believe her eyes. Her head was buzzing and she felt like her head was about to explode.

Qiao Nian entered the Privy Council

Did she just go in that easily

Ji Ziyin's fingers were shaking and trembling, her face looked even worse, she was at a loss and couldn't accept the reality at all.

She put her hands into her hair and pulled it tightly, then suddenly raised her head and stood up to chase after him...

She wants to chase Qiao Nian.

She wanted to chase after the girl and ask her if this result was also expected, a revenge to make her suffer and regret

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Outside, the girl went downstairs and not far away, she saw a familiar Land Rover on the side of the road.

The license plate number on the rear of the car looked particularly familiar; it was someone’s favorite number, 8.

Qiao Nian paused and walked straight over.

The Land Rover slowly rolled down its window.

The man in the driver's seat showed his handsome face, opened the car door, and said to the girl who was walking over, "Come here."

Qiao Nian raised his eyebrows and walked over.

As soon as she walked in front of him, her left hand was pulled, and she fell forward and was embraced by a minty cold owl.

"It's windy today, why don't you wear a coat when you go out?" The man grabbed her hands and rubbed them for her, lowering his eyes and speaking in a low, sexy and elegant voice.

Qiao Nian was caught off guard and dragged into the car. She rubbed her brows and looked at him unhappily: "You pulled me up here so I can drive?" "Do you want to drive?"

He was generous. He took out the car key and handed it to her. He slightly opened the collar of his shirt, tilted his head back, and smiled at the corner of his mouth. He said in a rather dandy tone: "Come here, I'll give you my life."

"..." Qiao Nian looked at him half-jokingly stuffing the car keys into her hands, and then looked at someone who was particularly charming.

After a moment of silence, he directed him to go to the next door, fastened his seat belt, inserted the car key, tilted his head, and asked him in a daze, "How many mph do you plan to go, Young Master Ye?"

She hasn't driven for a long time.

Even less racing.

He presented the opportunity to him. Qiao Nian was too lazy to talk to him. He asked a question but didn't really want him to answer. He turned the steering wheel, turned the front of the car around, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the modified Land Rover flew out like an arrow from a bow.

It was the first time Ye Wangchuan saw her racing.

The girl's eyebrows and eyes are delicate and eye-catching. At a speed of 160, the black off-road vehicle is like a flash of lightning, drifting left and right and changing directions to avoid one car after another on the road.

When people drive, it’s all about technique.

Qiao Nian is obviously playing with his heartbeat!

She drove to the gate of the villa in ten minutes, braked suddenly, and the Land Rover tires made a screeching sound. Gu San, who ran out after hearing the sound, saw the black SUV stop with a fierce swing of its tail.

"Mr. Wang?" Gu San thought that it was Ye Wangchuan who was driving, so he quickly ran up.

As a result, Qiao Nian calmly unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He turned around and said to him, "I'll go in first."

Nest grass? !

Miss Qiao is driving

Gu San quickly turned his head to look at the person sitting in the passenger seat and helped him open the door. His expression suddenly became indescribable: "Master Wang, are you okay?"

Ye Wangchuan didn't expect her to drive so wildly. He unbuckled his seat belt, was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes and smiled: "It's okay, my wife saved my life."

Gu San: “…” He should have known better than to ask, as asking would only bring trouble to himself.

(End of this chapter)