"Hey, let's talk about it." After Song Ning was stopped, Luo Zifeng said angrily.
The other party looked at him indifferently.
"About Bailu." Luozi Fenghuo said, "I don't like you for a long time."
"Coincidentally, me too." A cool voice sounded.
The boy turned his face slightly.
There seemed to be something surging in his eyes.
"Heh." Luo Zifeng sneered, "You finally showed your true colors."
He looked dragging, "Tell me, how much will it cost, so that you won't take Bai Lu's idea."
Song Ning stared at him with cold eyes.
"Don't tell me, you don't have this idea in your heart." Luo Zifeng said disdainfully, "As far as I know, your family's conditions are not bad, but compared to ours, it's nothing."
He pulled his lower lip, "But if you're with Bai Lu, the nature will be different, won't it? After all, the company will be yours in the future. Who wouldn't want to have a successful career?"
"If you're looking for me to talk about this." Song Ning said without emotion, "I have nothing to talk to you about."
Luo Zifeng froze for a moment, then mocked, "Being a meddler in someone else's marriage, is that how you get your sense of superiority?"
"Is it your confidence to use the marriage contract as a bargaining chip?" Song Ning asked without answering.
Luozi Fenghuo said, "Song Ning, how about a match with me? If you lose, you give up Bailu."
The other party ignored him and walked straight ahead.
"What? Don't you dare?" Luo Zifeng sneered, "You don't even dare to do this, what are you capable of arguing with me?"
"Compared to what." Song Ning turned around and said lightly.
He smiled triumphantly, and pointed to the runway over there, "10,000 meters, whoever finishes first wins."
Song Ning looked at him, "Okay."
Luo Zifeng was very happy in his heart. Last time he lost to the opponent, this time, he must find his way back.
For him, long-distance running is the appearance of playing.
Looking back at Song Ning, Luo Zifeng saw that there were very few relevant records in the information.
This time, he must let the opponent lose.
A boy was pulled over.
Luo Zifeng tugged, "Come and be a witness, whoever finishes the 10,000 meters first will whistle."
The boy responded quickly.
I was very surprised.
Ten thousand meters, are they crazy
Have nothing to do when you're full
No matter how good your stamina is, it's not so exhausting.
The two figures appeared on the runway, which attracted the attention of some people.
"Hey, isn't that Song Ning and Luo Zifeng?"
"Yeah, what are they doing?"
"It seems to be a competition, let's go and have a look."
The speed of the two was at the same level at first.
Luo Zifeng was taken aback.
But thinking of the other party's performance last time, he slowly calmed down.
A distance of 10,000 meters.
He has plenty of time to play slowly with each other.
If Song Ning was pursuing speed for the sake of fighting for breath, to win, and to give himself a blow.
There was a slight curvature at the corner of the lips.
Luo Zifeng was playing around, this was a big mistake.
"Oh my god, guess what I found out just now?" A girl lowered her voice.
"What?" asked the companion.
Girl, "Do you know how many meters Song Ning and Luo Zifeng have to run?"
The companion froze for a moment, then hesitated, "Three kilometers?"
The girl shook her head.
".. Five kilometers?" The companion thought for a while.
The girl shook her head again and stretched out a finger, "Ten thousand meters."
The companion almost dropped his jaw, "Isn't it exhausting to run 10,000 meters? Are they crazy? Is there any grudge?"
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