Dancing Youth: Evil and Rebellious Girl

Chapter 1128 I promise I won't smash your car
Lan Xin's mind could not escape Season's eyes.

Staring at his wife, his teeth itched with anger, he knew she said that on purpose.

The purpose is to avenge his plan to prevent her from studying for a master's degree.

Because two days ago, he discussed with her that he wanted a child.

Before getting married, he had mentioned that he hoped to have two children as soon as possible, preferably one son and one daughter, and then let his son take over the company, so that he could retire early and travel around the world with her to enjoy life.

But Lan Xin didn't want to. First of all, she felt that she was young and had children too early, so she couldn't be a competent mother.Secondly, she has always wanted to obtain a doctorate degree, which was her childhood dream.

If she had children, her life plans would be disrupted.

Of course, the child can be taken care of by a servant, but she doesn't want to miss the time with the child.

So the two had a disagreement.

For this matter, Season lobbied her relentlessly, and even used her grandpa and mommy, causing her, who was determined to be a good wife, to be in a dilemma.

The dissatisfaction in her heart finally found a window to vent, so why didn't she retaliate fiercely to her husband?

Hehe, it would be great if Ye Ziye joins the team, it must turn the world upside down, so that he can't concentrate on himself, and the matter of having a baby can be slowed down.

It's too early to get married, so she doesn't want to be a mother so early.

Facing her husband's warning gaze, she rolled her sly eyes, with a vivid expression on her face: "Your brother has a dozen sports cars in his convoy, all of which are modified cars of any brand. The speed, tsk tsk, is really super fast and super fast." Fast."

Fearing that Ye Ziye would not be fooled, she also pretended to be intoxicated.

In fact, Lan Xin doesn't like driving fast, especially car drifting.

She is quiet and restless by nature, and Season has been injured by racing, so drifting is really not her style.

Sure enough, two or three sentences immediately mobilized Ye Ziye's emotions.

She hugged his arm and acted affectionately: "Brother, even if you don't give me a sports car, let me join your team, okay?"

Shaking his arm vigorously, he acted like a baby desperately.

Make sure Season agrees.

"No."

"Why not? I won the NASCAR Championship, and I'm qualified enough to play racing." She raised her finger and swore, "I promise I won't smash your car."

It was fine if she didn't say this, but when she said it, Season suddenly felt that the dozen or so sports cars in his fleet were in danger of disintegrating.

(End of this chapter)