Quick wear: the paranoid God of War Xiaojiao bag she turned sweetly

Chapter 139 Her wild boy is an angel 13
Fu Mingyuan tore off his hood with a little gloom, revealing his snow-white hair and part of his sickly white skin.

Knowing about his affairs, Han Jiayan hurriedly looked away and gritted his teeth as he looked ahead.

"It's that person who threatened to beat you, and said that if you lose, you have to kneel down and kowtow three times to him!"

The latter sentence Han Jiayan almost jumped out word by word, and he clenched his back molars so angry that he finished speaking.

Fu Mingyuan: "Oh."

"Oh? Damn, Brother Yuan is provoking you!" Han Jiayan jumped anxiously, and his voice inevitably became louder, attracting the attention of those on the opposite side.

The next moment, a tall and strong young man walked towards them, his nostrils were full of contempt.

"Hey, you are the Fu Yuan who was blown into the sky by this kid?"

He is about 1.9 meters tall, even Fu Mingyuan has to bow his head in front of him.

Raising his head slightly, Fu Mingyuan looked at him, revealing his snow-white skin and light pink eyes.

Meng Zhou frowned for a moment, and said sarcastically, "Do you dare to compete with me with such an innocent face?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Han Jiayan, his attitude became even more rampant: "You can't find anyone, so you can just drag someone over hahahahahahahaha——"

"Don't you know what you look like when you play around a lot?!" Han Jiayan was not irritated by him, but hugged his chest to win.

His reaction made Meng Zhou a little suspicious, and it was rare for him to look directly at the thin young man in front of him.

With scrutiny in his eyes.

He thought to himself what kind of great ability does a white-haired boy who is almost skinny have to make the young master of the Han family treat him so respectfully.

Thinking about it this way, Meng Zhou put away his contempt for him, straightened his back and talked to him: "Fu Yuan, right? My name is Meng Zhou, you should have heard of me!"

"..."

Fu Mingyuan glanced at him lightly, and slowly lowered his eyes, the constant wind in his ears can only be described in one word, noisy.

"Hey, you kid!" Meng Zhou was almost anxious to be ignored by someone, but fortunately he held back his cold snort in time: "Heh, let's see if you can still be so arrogant when the game starts!"

After Meng Zhou finished speaking, he turned and left.

This was the first time Han Jiayan saw Meng Zhou being so popular, and his admiration for Fu Mingyuan suddenly increased several points.

"Brother Yuan, you are so awesome, you dare to ignore him!"

"Oh."

Today's Fu Mingyuan is really unbelievably quiet. Although it is usually like this, Han Jiayan always feels that something is wrong with him today.

Frowning and thinking for a while, he asked cautiously: "Brother Yuan, you shouldn't be performing abnormally today, right?"

In order to get back the lost face, Han Jiayan bet a lot of money on Fu Mingyuan. If he can't win the first place, he will not only lose a lot of money, but also his face will be trampled by Meng Zhou!
Just thinking about it scares him!
Fu Mingyuan looked up at him, her voice was still piercingly cold: "Don't disturb me."

Now he has nothing to do with the well-known gentle senior in the school.

Indifference and cruelty are the real him.
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The race started quickly, and the black racing car driven by Fu Mingyuan rushed ahead in an instant, followed by Meng Zhou.

The two quickly took the lead, one black and one red were shuttling down the mountain runway at an extremely fast speed, and the only response to each other was the sound of the humming engine.

Meng Zhou tried desperately to overtake, but every time he dodged calmly and skillfully and secured the first place.

"Fuck, this kid really has two brushes!"

Meng Zhou clenched his teeth, his eyes locked on the U-turn in front of him, he gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator to sprint.

He suddenly accelerated at the U-shaped turn, and he was dying! ! !
Everyone stared with bated breath, sighing inwardly.

(End of this chapter)