Wow!
A Porsche came whizzing.
The door opened, Hou Benqiao with a handsome face, holding a voluptuous beauty in his arms, got out of the car confidently.
"Deng Jiuling?" The beauty suddenly exclaimed.
"Beautiful, you... know?" Hou Benqiao was a little surprised.
"Yes, he is a friend of my girlfriend Zhang Ya." Song Meili nodded, looking at Deng Jiuling with complicated eyes.
Since the battle on the top of the East China Sea, Deng Jiuling's invincible figure left an indelible impression in Song Meili's heart.
But Song Meili understood that a powerful man like Deng Jiuling simply looked down upon herself.
Chen Guanxi was woeful, and Song Meili kicked it away.
It's also a coincidence that Song Meili went to the bar to get drunk that night, and met Hou Benqiao, who had just got off the plane and ran to the bar, preparing to seduce her sister and relieve the fire.
The two men and talented girls naturally ignite at the touch of a touch, quickly rubbing out flames.
Hou Benqiao is tall, wealthy, handsome, and knowledgeable. He is full of domineering gestures, which fascinates Song Meili.
The excellence of Hou Benqiao made Song Meili more admire and excited.
Unexpectedly, just a few days later, Song Meili and Deng Jiuling were actually here and met again.
Complicated feelings.
Looking at Hou Benqiao, and then at Deng Jiuling, Song Meili suddenly smiled.
"Although you Deng Jiuling is very good, you are nothing more than a martial artist."
"And my husband is a strong pill, and the future is destined to exist like a king of heaven."
Thinking about this, Song Meili's pretty face regained self-confidence and became triumphant.
Even if Deng Jiuling's future could be as good as Lin Sicong's, it would not be enough to be a big soldier.
Hou Benhashi has money, and if Song Meili can become his wife, he is destined to be the mistress of the big family in the future.
Awesome!
In an instant, Song Meili's heart was once again full of superiority and a sense of overlooking.
"Deng Jiuling, it's no wonder you can mix well in school. It turns out that you rely on women for soft food, and you don't rely on just a woman."
After listening to Song Meili's words, Hou Benqiao looked at Deng Jiuling's gaze, and suddenly he was a little bit more contemptuous.
However, facing Hou Benqiao's contempt, Deng Jiuling said indifferently: "Fuck you."
boom!
Crit!
Hou Benqiao didn't expect Deng Jiuling's answer to be so sharp.
Yes, I don’t rely on my sister, it’s up to you!
by!
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Hou Benqiao sneered and said, "Boy, don't be too mad. When you refine your alchemy later, see how Ben Shao abuses you like a dog."
After speaking, Hou Benqiao ignored Deng Jiuling, and walked away with his arms around Song's beautiful willow waist.
drop! Didi!
In the rear, an old Santana suddenly honked its horn.
The car door opened, and Professor He and Xiao Xun'er, as well as three bookish graduate students, walked down.
Among them, the thin and tall graduate student with black square eyes was looking at Deng Jiuling with an unhappy expression.
"Brother Nine." Xiao Xun'er stuck out his tongue and smiled helplessly.
In addition to despising Deng Jiuling, Professor He can be regarded as a model in the world in terms of life, work, academic and self-cultivation.
With such a mentor, Xiao Xun'er had no choice but to help.
"It's okay." Deng Jiuling nodded, saying he didn't mind.
"Are you Deng Jiuling?" The man with glasses who was unkind to Deng Jiuling suddenly walked over.
"Senior, something?" Deng Jiuling frowned slightly and said lightly.
The man with glasses in front of him, without the power to tie a chicken, Deng Jiuling could kill him with a breath.
But now it's the 21st century after all. Deng Jiuling is not a murderous madman, so what can I do with people
Most of the people who can read to the Ph.D. degree are very clever, they are talented in poetry and literature, and it is normal for them to be talented and proud.
Especially this man with glasses, he is the proud disciple of Professor He at first glance. He is naturally the dragon among the people, an elite college student, and he is naturally more proud.
However, such a great person would be worshipped and awed by others, and Deng Jiuling really looked down upon him.
It is a martial arts master like Lin Sicong, who has been trampled on by Deng Jiuling and his face is swollen. What is your kid
At this moment, the superiority of the man in the glasses was overwhelming, and he looked at Deng Jiuling sharply: "School brother, don't blame me for speaking badly, you are not worthy of Xiao Xuemei."
"It should be the first time we met? How do you know that I am not good for Xun'er?" Deng Jiuling had a black line on his face.
Nima, your superiority is too strong, right
Pushing the black square glasses on the bridge of his nose, the man in the glasses was arrogant and sneered: "You are already a scumbag, we all know this, and there is no need to say more."
"You are a bastard student, claiming to step on the entire East University with one foot. The BSS in the school has spread early, so naturally there is no need to say more.
"School brother, men can be scumbags or gangsters, but they can't be without money."
After speaking, the man in glasses laughed, looked at Deng Jiuling's clothes, and looked at Deng Jiuling's bicycle.
"Zhang Peng, forget it, let's go." Professor He suddenly spoke.
As he spoke, Professor He's gaze was always on Deng Jiuling, with a look of contempt.
A scumbag, another bastard student, and riding a bicycle. Just like you, you want to be in Xiao Xun'er
Oh!
Go to sleep!
"Senior Zhang Peng, Brother Jiu, this bicycle is a country of bicycles, a top luxury car made by private French."
Seeing that the man with glasses is reluctant, Xiao Xun'er can't stand it anymore.
"Imported from France?"
"What's the special top luxury car?"
Hahahaha!
The several graduate students who came with Professor He laughed suddenly, happy to spend.
It was Professor He, who had a crooked nose, and looked at Deng Jiuling a little contemptuously: "Young man, your own scum is not wrong, but you fool the naive little girl who is not sensible, then it is your fault."
"School girl, you must have been fooled by this kid, this is just a modified broken bike, up to 200 yuan." The glasses man said with disdain.
"Boring." Deng Jiuling shrugged, pushing the bicycle, preparing to leave.
This scene, in Zhang Peng's eyes, turned into Deng Jiuling "fear of running away."
"School girl, it's not that the senior interferes with your private life. It's just this kind of scum that blows to the sky even the garbage bike. You really can't be with him." Zhang Peng said with a sneer.
While they were talking, a group of riding bicycles, wearing green helmets, looked like foreigners playing outdoors, working and cycling past here.
"Hi, Zhang Peng." The foreigner in the lead greeted the man with glasses with a smile.
"Hello, Tom, I'm so happy to see you, can I come over?" The man in glasses said hello with a smile.
"Jack is the leader of international students in the Union of Provincial Universities, from a family of viscounts in France." The spectacle man explained.
hiss!
Hearing this, everyone was immediately moved.
It was Professor He who nodded secretly and looked at Jack appreciatively.
The Viscount was born in a noble family, and he was good enough to be a leader of overseas students.
These auras are superimposed once, which shows that Jack is indeed powerful.
Jack took his team members and rode all the way.
Huh!
Suddenly, Jack shook his hand and the bicycle landed instantly.
However, Jack didn't care. Instead, he rolled around and climbed all the way to the spectacle man.
"Could it be Ki... Friends?"
hiss!
Everyone looked at each other, all a little surprised.
A dignified student studying abroad, Jack, the son of the French Viscount, crawled on the ground like a dog
Oh God!
In this scene, the foreign students who also watched were stunned, with black lines on their faces.
But soon, these international students also threw their bicycles and rushed forward with excitement.
Wow!
But in a moment, these foreign students and foreigners surrounded Deng Jiuling.
Under the gaze of everyone's eyes, Jack looked excited, and suddenly hugged Deng Jiuling's bicycle tires, howling and crying.
"Jack, are you...?" Professor He couldn't stand it anymore and asked tentatively.
"This is... This is Ares One!" Jack looked excited.
"God of War One? God!" Hearing this, the man with glasses staggered under his feet, almost fainting in shock.
"Zhang Peng, what is God of War One?" Professor He frowned and asked tentatively.
"The God of War No. 1 refers to the world's top bicycle. There is one and only one, and it is only awarded to the top cyclists."
Jack was excited, and his mouth flew wildly: "In the world's top cycling race-the Tour de France, only last year's world champion, Armst, was the French champion because he broke the limit of human history. The Prime Minister awarded one."
Wow!
As soon as this word came out, the audience was moved.
"Then, how much does this car cost?" Professor He tentatively asked.
"Money? Humph, God of War One is a legendary chariot that can be written into the history of mankind. You can't buy it with more money."
Jack sneered and said in awe: "The cost of optical materials for this bicycle is more than 100,000 U.S. dollars, plus the design cost, the total cost is as high as one million U.S. dollars."
After finishing talking, Jack pointed to Professor He’s Santana again, and said with disdain: "Just your broken car, even the one-time tire repair fee for the God of War No. 1 is not enough."
hiss!
As soon as the words came out, the audience sucked in air-conditioning, all in amazement.
Nima, Professor He’s car is not enough for a bicycle tire
What the hell!
This... Isn't this too exaggerated
Hearing this, Professor He's face turned black, and he was so angry, but he had nothing to say.
The man in spectacles turned around for a while, almost fainted sadly.
Nima, Zhang Peng looked down on Deng Jiuling and wanted to borrow a bicycle to slap her face, but unexpectedly, it was him who had swollen face in the end.
by! by! by!
fuck!
To know such a result, the man in glasses said nothing would pretend to be with Deng Jiuling.
"Big... Your lord, my name is Jack, and I will keep in touch later." Jack handed his business card to Deng Jiuling.
"Yeah." Deng Jiuling nodded and rode away on his bicycle.
Jingle Bell!
From the rear, Jack led his teammates, standing straight, looking at Deng Jiuling's lofty back in awe.
Although Jack didn't know Deng Jiuling, why he owned the God of War One.
But Jack knew that Deng Jiuling was definitely a strong one!
Because only the strong are worthy of owning the God of War One!
However, Deng Jiuling said that this is just a scooter, not a big deal.
With the bicycle still in the corner, Deng Jiuling was calm and formally stepped into the Shangshantang.