Ling Zhixun is a strong one, and he didn't talk nonsense with Liang Xingxing, he just got out of the car and took people away.

Involuntarily dragging Liang Xingxing to the passenger seat, he poked the screaming Lin Xi fiercely with his sharp eyes. Lin Xi was so glared that his whole body became hairy, and his voice weakened.

"Ling Zhixun, what are you doing, hiss, you hurt my hand, take it easy..."

The noise of the sports car was loud, but the speed was extremely fast. Mr. Lin could only faintly hear Liang Xingxing calling an intimidating name, but the second half of the sentence was covered by the sound of the car's engine. In the blink of an eye, the black sports car took Liang Xingxing into captivity. gone.

If he read correctly just now, it was Ling Zhixun who was driving the black sports car that was limited to the world, a big man he couldn't afford to offend. Mr. Lin retracted his head dejectedly, and honked the horn a few times out of breath.

Liang Xingxing couldn't sit still on her buttocks, Ling Zhixun stepped on the accelerator, and put on her seat belt tremblingly. She turned her head to look at the man beside her, feeling lingering fear. Ling Zhixun was wearing a plaid shirt with two buttons on his chest , showing his sexy chest, Liang Xingxing's face blushed unconsciously, shyly looked away, and moved his butt uncomfortably, not wanting to get too close to him.

Ling Zhixun drove the car quietly, and after throwing Lin Xi far away, he slowed down.

Liang Xingxing could tell from his face that Ling Zhixun was in a bad mood, so he sucked the lollipop. She admired the scenery along the way. The car was driving on the beautiful flower street in the imperial capital, and there were blooming roses everywhere, pink, red, and blue. , the air is filled with a faint fragrance of roses.

The car drove to the intersection, Ling Zhixun stopped, and a group of little flower sellers ran towards the cars waiting for the red light. Liang Xingxing always felt very sad and sympathetic every time he saw these children who had to make money at a young age.

A little girl with roses and roses in her flower basket ran to Ling Zhixun's convertible sports car. Her weather-stained face was black and her eyes were especially beautiful. She said in a sweet child's voice, "Brother, buy me a car!" Give a bouquet of roses to my sister."

Ling Zhixun looked at the flower basket, and saw that the basket was full of low-quality roses, that is, Chinese roses, some of which hadn't bloomed yet, just a small flower bud. It would be too expensive to send this kind of flower, Ling Zhixun didn't say anything.

Liang Xingxing thought that Ling Zhixun didn't bother to send her flowers, so he reached out and called the flower girl over. She took out a few lollipops from her satchel and gave them to her, asking, "How do you sell these flowers?"

"Sister, ten yuan each."

"Then I'll pick one." After Liang Xingxing finished speaking, he randomly picked one from the basket and gave the flower girl 50 yuan so that she didn't have to look for it.

The time for waiting for the red light passed quickly. Ling Zhixun stepped on the accelerator, and the car shot out like an arrow off the string. Liang Xingxing knew that Ling Zhixun was in a bad mood, so he didn't want to hit the muzzle of the gun again. She handed the flower to In front of Ling Zhixun, he flattered and said, "Hey, these flowers are for you."

Ling Zhixun raised his eyebrows. He was 26 years old, and this was the first time a girl gave him a flower, and it was a cheap and low-quality rose flower.

"It's the first time I give flowers to others, and I don't feel that good about myself. Just smile and show me..."

Liang Xingxing boldly stretched out his finger to poke his doughy face, but Ling Zhixun gave him a cold stare, and withdrew his hand for fun, pouted his mouth, and didn't intend to stick his hot face against someone's cold ass anymore.

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