My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 130 Art
"It's really troublesome for you to come pick me up so late."

Meng Lang stuffed a pile of luggage into the trunk, turned around and said to the three with a smile.

"Hmph! If Haitang hadn't said she was coming, I wouldn't be so free." Yan Weiwei turned her face arrogantly.

"Cough! Xiao Yu said that you must pay a lot of salutes when you come back, and it's not convenient to take a taxi." Lin Haitang avoided Meng Lang's sight and patted Xiao Yu's head.

really!You are the most reliable in the team!
Meng Lang gave Xiao Yu a thumbs up, and Xiao Yu grinned.

"Get in the car, I'm hungry." Yan Weiwei took the lead in getting into the driver's seat of her Porsche 911.

Meng Lang was about to sit in the back seat with Xiao Yu and give up the co-pilot to Lin Haitang, but Yan Weiwei in front rolled her eyes.

"Hey! Why are you sitting in the back seat, old man? Sit in the front!"

Meng Lang was speechless, you are really trying to separate Xiao Yu and me all the time.

Reluctantly sitting in the co-pilot, he immediately turned around and asked with a smile, "Xiaoyu, how was your vacation?"

Yan Weiwei curled her lips, shifted gear, stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly drove out of the parking lot.

"Yeah! I had a very fulfilling life, reading books, rehearsing, and my sister took me to the Children's Palace yesterday." Xiao Yu said happily.

Meng Lang couldn't help but glanced at Lin Haitang.

This guy still listened to his suggestion.

"It's just that I have pressed the line several times, and my sister is always talking about 'Is it enough' or something, and I am very unhappy."

"Uh..." Meng Lang almost couldn't help laughing.

"Xiaoyu!" Lin Haitang looked slightly embarrassed, and glared at Lin Xiaoyu.

"Cough! This is normal. For a novice, breaking the rules is a necessary stage in life." Meng Lang held back his laugh.

Seeing the "happy" appearance of the three of them, Yan Weiwei quit, and she glanced at Meng Lang.

"Okay, little Mencius, I bought a car without saying a word, and saved my money!"

Make money?Where do you put your money?You mean something...

"Well! There's been a lot of business recently, and it's not convenient to take the bus where I live now. It's more convenient to buy a scooter." Meng Lang didn't answer her complaints.

But this is true. The high-end residential area they live in now has relatively standardized management, but getting in and out is not as easy as before.

It takes 5 minutes to get out of the gate, which is really inconvenient without a car.

"Cut! Then after buying the car, I found out that I don't have a driver's license? Who are you fooling? Sima Zhaozhixin!" Yan Weiwei sneered.

Meng lang glanced in the rearview mirror.

I saw Lin Haitang focused on looking at the scenery, pretending not to hear.

"Cough! It's really a secret, and I bought it a bit hastily. But it's okay, I asked a friend for help today, and the driver's license should be solved soon."

"How fast is it? You don't want to pass the second subject seven or eight times, and then give the car to our family Haitang, right?"

"Uh……"

Meng Lang glanced at the driver's seat, feeling a little strange in his heart, why Yan Weiwei seemed to be more aggressive than usual today.

I have stayed at home for the past two days, and I have no chance to offend her, right?
Could it be that the one who really practiced drawing a dragon with his left hand went mad?

"Yan Weiwei!" Lin Haitang finally couldn't sit still.

"What's so fierce, I can borrow a car if you want, Haitang, how about I lend you this car? Anyway, I don't usually go out much."

"do not want!"

"Why? Why is his's okay, but mine's not!" Yan Weiwei said indignantly.

"Nonsense! Your car can cost thousands of dollars with just a little skinning. With my level, I'm afraid you'll go bankrupt in less than a month!
Besides, your car is a manual transmission, I must be easy to stall, and it consumes so much fuel, electric cars are more economical. "

Yan Weiwei was speechless for a while.

This reason is really irrefutable.

Unexpectedly, one day, my Porsche would be compared to an idol mini.

Its price may be less than a wheel of its own, but the price...is precisely its biggest competitive advantage...

Seeing Meng Lang having fun by the side, Yan Weiwei was even angrier.

"A few days ago, I couldn't afford the rent. Now I can buy a car. It seems that I have made a lot of money recently?"

Is it considered an enemy to lower the rent for him?

"Hehe! It's so-so, and I only made a few small goals." Meng Lang said with a smile.

"A few small goals? Why don't you just buy a private jet?" Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes, obviously thinking that Meng Lang was talking nonsense.

"Well...the risk is too high for a private jet, and I have a phobia."

"Aerophobia? Are you a big man afraid of flying?"

"I'm scared a lot. To be honest, I'm even scared to ride in your car!" Meng Lang couldn't help complaining.

The last time I took a ride, it cost my brother his life. If he hadn’t read the update today and confirmed the safety of the journey, he might not have dared to get in the car.

"Really?" Yan Weiwei's eyes lit up when she heard that Meng Lang was afraid of taking her car.

When you came back from Xijingwan and encountered the rush hour, you didn’t show off your driving skills at all. You hit the gun this time, right?
This is high speed!
In gear, throttle!
"Buzz~buzz~boom!"

Amidst the roar of the motor, everyone felt a push back, and the next moment, the surrounding vehicles were quickly overtaken.

In the light traffic, a red Porsche shot out like a cheetah among sheep.

After leaving the train station, there was a highway around the city with a speed limit of 120. Yan Weiwei quickly got to 130, and then jumped back and forth between speeding and non-speeding.

"Weiwei! Slow down!" Lin Haitang couldn't help but said nervously, looking at the vehicles that were being overtaken constantly outside.

"Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion, isn't this not speeding yet!" Yan Weiwei chuckled.

He glanced provocatively at meng lang beside him.

Um!The way he gripped the handle next to him tightly, he looked scared, no doubt.

It's just... What does this guy's flushed face mean?
Scared of being so over the top?
In fact, Meng Lang was indeed a little scared, but it was not pure fear, but an inexplicable excitement mixed with fear, and there was also a complex sense of excitement that was about to move.

I'm afraid because I'm really afraid, after all, I've crashed twice on a vehicle.

Who knows if I inadvertently said something that shouldn't be said just now, which stimulated Yan Weiwei to directly change the future?
Taking a bus is risky, not to mention this kind of exciting drag racing? !

Excitement is really exciting!

The urge to kick Yan Weiwei away and go up to enjoy herself became more and more intense with the roar of the motor next to her ears.

If he hadn't controlled himself to hold on to the handle, he was afraid that he would be impulsive, so he would stretch out his hand to help someone get in the way.

This stress response...

Meng Lang knew that he should have been raped...

……

"Hey!" Yan Weiwei pulled on the handbrake amid the sound of the brakes, and parked the car firmly in the parking space.

Everyone in the car breathed a sigh of relief.

It finally arrived safely.

"Oh, the level of performance today is average, mainly because Xiao Yu is not having enough fun in the car."

What Yan Weiwei said was true.

Although it was meant to show off her driving skills, she didn't have the guts to do anything like running a red light in the urban area, and even crossed the zebra crossing by slowing down.

It's just that the acceleration of this sports car is really impressive.

"How is it, little Mencius? Is my sister's driving skills okay?" Yan Weiwei said with a smirk.

It usually takes about 10 minutes to drive, but it only took 10 minutes.

If meng lang was sober at this time, he would know where his brother came from the 10 minutes early last time.

At this moment, his eyes were slightly empty.

The brain seems to be still immersed in the deafening cheers and shouts faintly coming from the ears.

That may be the glorious peak that he will never experience again in this life...

"Driving skills? Hehe!" A slightly disdainful, hoarse voice came from Meng Lang's throat.

"You don't understand at all what driving is!

The movement is smooth, the rhythm is steady, and the lines are clear, and this is just the beginning.

To find the latest braking point, to find the friction limit of the tires, to find the limit of your own ability...

Driving is not a skill, but an art! "

"Bang!" The car door was closed, leaving a car of people stunned...

(End of this chapter)