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Chapter 212 Who Is Trash
"Boom—"

"Boom—"

The sound of an engine starting.

Halfway up the mountain, the mountain is steep.

Dozens of sports cars go wild at night.

Fu Lingyi was racing in a Lamborghini at the top of the mountain. She was wearing overalls with suspenders, revealing a large section of her waist. She had a hot and slim figure, with long light brown curly hair hanging behind her back, and bluetooth headphones plugged into her ears.

Driving aggressively.

It's all about venting.

Missed calls were made over and over again.

Who is he with now?
You can't think about it, you'll go crazy if you think about it.

Suddenly a whistle came from the side.

Several motorcycles were parked on the runway at the top of the mountain, looking expensive and stylish.

One of them with purple hair whistled at her in a flurry, his eyes were frivolous, and he glanced at Fu Lingyi's chest: "Beauty, let's play together?"

Several men behind him laughed and acted carelessly.

"Are you worthy?" Fu Lingyi took off his sunglasses and sneered.

The purple-haired man made a sound, took off his cigarette, looked back at the person behind him, and shouted: "Brother Chao! Do you think we are worthy?"

Only then did Fu Lingyi realize that there was another person behind him, who had been blocked by them and had just missed him.

The man was leaning against the motorcycle, wearing a black jacket and holding a cigarette in his mouth. The bright red color reflected his platinum hair. The color was rebellious and eye-catching, and his outline was extremely cold.

The night was blurry, and when he lowered his head, there seemed to be a tattoo on the back of his neck.

Fu Lingyi couldn't see clearly.

Like a butterfly or something?
Suddenly curious.

When Shen Hangchao heard the voice, he lazily raised his head. His eyes were deep, bad-tempered and powerful. He smiled lightly, held the cigarette in his hand, and said without hesitation, "It's worthy."

After hearing what he said, the purple-haired girl became even more arrogant and blocked Fu Lingyi's car: "Beauty, let's have a competition?"

Fu Lingyi said coldly: "Are you planning to make your hair look red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple? It's really rubbish."

"Oh, I'm not talking about your hair, I'm talking about you guys, you are so rubbish." From the beginning to the end, his whole person was in denial.

"Who are you talking about?" Zi Mao's face was gloomy.

There was a short laugh behind him.

That was the second time Shen Hangchao raised his head.

Four eyes take over.

He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke from his thin lips, and the look on Fu Lingyi's face was frivolous and lonely, and his voice was low and beautiful: "Don't say it, you are damn right."

Feeling of collapse.

The way he feels.

Smoking, drinking, fighting in nightclubs, hopeless, falling out with each other after going to bed, feeling like a slut of lust.

It’s not easy to be the King of Neptune these days.

"Don't be shameless, get out of the car." Zi Mao reached out and patted Fu Lingyi's face, holding the window with one hand.

Fu Lingyi's face was frighteningly cold, and he drove directly and stepped on the accelerator to rush over.

Zi Mao's life was almost lost, he was frightened, and then became furious. Others were also stunned. The atmosphere changed in an instant, and the atmosphere was tense and full of gunpowder.

This girl is not afraid of things and is quite brave, but if she does things without considering the consequences, she will suffer sooner or later, like now.

"Fuck you." Someone picked up a stick and smashed Fu Lingyi's car window, "Who are you hitting?"

There was a loud bang and glass splashed everywhere. Fu Lingyi reached out to block it, scratching her arms and face, causing blood.

Someone pulled her and said, "Who can show you how dressed up you are when you go up the mountain at night? My brothers will satisfy you today."

"let me go!"

Shen Hangchao leaned against the motorcycle and watched the scene indifferently. He smiled against the smoke: "Garbage."

He really looked on with a cold eye.

From the beginning to the end, not a single finger wanted to stop it.

(End of this chapter)