Agent Fest

Chapter 373
Until Zero opened the driver's door, his eyeballs were about to fall out.

"That, that, that car... um, it's actually his!"

The old gangster looked terrified, as if a big drum was beating violently in his heart.

This man is no fool at all!

A man who can own such a luxury car;

To have such an awesome man;

A man like Mo Qingge who is willing to eat at roadside stalls with him and even take the initiative to pay;
It's definitely not a good thing!

The old gangster didn't realize until this time that he had kicked an iron board!
He wished he could slap himself twice immediately!
Why do you have to act aggressive in front of this man?Why do you have to act aggressive in front of Mo Qingge?
All right now!I don't know how people will deal with you!

Thinking of this, the old gangster kept rolling and scrambling, not even caring about his younger brother, so he ran away by himself.

The old gangster really thought too highly of his position.

How could Zero pay attention to a person like him.

The beating was just a lesson to him for uttering dirty words, forget it after the beating, why would he still be thinking about him all the time.

Qing Ge looked at the running back of the old gangster, sneered coldly, walked to the Porsche and got into the car.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the car was just right, and there was a faint, unknown fragrance.

Not pungent, smells nice.

Qing Ge is a person who has always disliked the smell of confined spaces, but he likes this scent very much.

So naturally it became a topic.

"What kind of aromatherapy did you buy to put in the car?" Qing Ge turned his head and asked.

The lights of the vehicles in front of him were reflected in the black pupils, and these clusters of lights were cut into fine fragments by his pupils, shining, seductive, and deadly.

Hearing Qing Ge's words, he glanced at her very quickly, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"No fragrance."

"Impossible!" Qing Ge blurted out.

Although the fragrance is very light, it can still be smelled.

Zero's expression didn't change, his white hands seemed to be lightly resting on the steering wheel, turning it casually from time to time, "Mo Qingge, don't you know?"

"what do you know?"

There was a red light at the intersection ahead, Ling stepped on the brakes, turned his head and pressed towards Qingge.

A handsome and elegant face suddenly magnified in front of Qing Ge's eyes.

Qing Ge could hear her own heartbeat exploding in her ears.

Bang, bang, bang...

Powerful and fast.

In just a few tens of seconds, it was stretched as long as a light year.

"You should know...you can't talk to the driver while driving."

The slightly cool breath sprayed on Qing Ge's cheeks, but disappeared in an instant.

Zero sat upright and continued driving.

Qing Gezheng was stunned for a moment, and then looked forward again.

"Well, I know, then I won't tell you." She pretended to be calm and said.

Zero tapped the steering wheel with his left hand fingers, "Your hotel and I are not on the same road, so I will let you down in front."

It's not a tone of discussion, but a decision.

"it is good."

Qing Ge's mood was a little restless, and she also felt that the car was a little stuffy, so when Ling said that, it was an unexpected relief for her.

She didn't notice Zero's tone.

Even if you notice it, you don't think too much about it.

People like Zero, whether they are secret agents or other identities, are at the height of a superior, and it is normal to make decisions with an orderly tone.

The "front" mentioned by zero mouth is only a short distance of 5 minutes.

(End of this chapter)