Ancestral God's goblin, she's cute and crazy

Chapter 237 Wishful thinking is also a disease

"Ancestral Lord." Cheng Xiaocheng began to panic.

"He's going to hit him!"

"Crazy!"

Cheng Xiaocheng roared, and the Bentley drove forward quickly!
Cheng Xiaocheng's heart was almost in his throat.

Plop plop.

Wen Ci's deep peach blossom eyes were not at all turbulent, just staring at the Bentley driving up, motionless.

"crunch-"

When the two cars were within a centimeter, the Bentley stopped.

Cheng Xiaocheng's tense body relaxed.

His lips moved a little, ready to speak.

Wen Ci stepped on the gas pedal suddenly and slammed straight into it.

The vibration in the car was very large, and the computer in Cheng Xiaocheng's hand fell with a clatter.

"Bang!" A loud noise.

The two cars collided, and the fronts of the cars were dented.

Wen Ci licked it and then pressed the groove, a smile hung on his lips, and his beautiful peach eyes narrowed slightly.

"Cool."

Cheng Xiaocheng pursed his lips, originally wanted to speak, but swallowed the words abruptly.

Cool, it's time for Grandpa Ci to vent his emotions.

After Mr. Shen died, he never vented his emotions.

But these days, he felt that Wenci's condition was much better.

It seemed that it was right for him to spend more time with Miss Jiang Nian.

Outside, in the Bentley, Fu Wang got off wearing a black suit, very neat and tidy, with a cold light in his long and narrow eyes.

With a smile on his thin lips, he walked towards them.

Seeing Fu Wang's whole body, Cheng Xiaocheng couldn't help but let out a cold snort, "You look like a dog."

Wen Ci unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

On the deserted road, two men stood facing each other.

Fu Wang twirled the ring on his index finger, looked at Wen Ci, the smile on his lips grew stronger, "Master Ci, long time no see."

Wen Ci smiled, "I don't really want to see you, are you not afraid to appear here so openly?"

"What are you afraid of?" Fu Lu chuckled, "Are you afraid that you will send me to prison?"

He squinted his eyes, and said in a cold tone, "Master Ancestor, if you can send me to prison with your own hands, I'd be happy too, it depends on whether you have the ability."

"Stop me, are you afraid that Jiang Nian will be in danger?" Fu Wang directly threw such a sentence at him.

"When it should be in danger, nothing can stop it." Fu Lu chuckled, gloomy, "However, if you beg me, I can consider letting Jiang Nian go, and spare her from dying."

"Please?" Wen Ci raised his eyebrows, his thin lips squirmed slightly, and his tone was unhurried, "If you dare to touch her, I don't mind dying with you."

"Then try." Fu Wang licked his lips meaningfully, "Remember how arrogant you are to me today, one day, I will let you kneel down and beg me."

"Do you want to experience the feeling of being betrayed?"

Fu Wang laughed loudly as he said, "You will realize it, in the not-too-distant future."

"Remember what I said today, there are some things you can't stop."

He took a step forward, patted Wen Ci's shoulder lightly, and whispered softly in his ear, "I will play with you well, my good junior."

"Betrayal? Please?" Wen Ci curled his lips sneeringly, and raised his eyes to face Fu Wang squarely, "Wishful thinking is also a disease, and it can be cured."

At this time, Rong Li came up and whispered something in Fu Wang's ear. After hearing the words, he shook his head regretfully, "It's a pity that such a good chess piece, such a good sharp weapon, is just trying to be smart."

He looked at Wenci and said regretfully, "Today's game is over, unfortunately, I didn't have a good time with Master Ci."

(End of this chapter)