Professor Wen's little Jiaojiao is sweet and soaring

Chapter 97 The little ancestor is very ruthless, but also the most protective

And this is obviously impossible.

Song Yin sighed and eliminated the thoughts in his mind.

It is impossible to return to racing again, not because I have passed the golden age.

It is Tianshang Entertainment, Song Yin also has feelings.

Although the highest chairman is not himself, but in all fairness, as the president, it is not a loss.

Song Yin looked at Tianshang Entertainment from its establishment to its glory, and it was impossible for it to be a shopkeeper.

There is already one person in charge of the company, and Song Yin is afraid that it will cause chaos.

Song Yin thought a lot more unknowingly, and the steering wheel he was holding was all based on feeling.

Suddenly, a bump woke Song Yin up.

Song Yin frowned, the tire burst.

As a racing car, tires are life. If the steering wheel is broken, it can be remedied, but if the tire is blown, there is only one destination-life buried at the bottom of the cliff.

"Jump."

The cold voice made Song Yin obey subconsciously, and found the most protective posture in just a moment.

Protect the most important parts with your hands, hug them into a ball, and try to lean towards the mountain as much as possible.

The left front tire of the racing car blew out and the car drove straight forward.

No one was on the steering wheel, and soon, the racing car broke through the sky and fell off the cliff.

Even though Song Yin took the best posture for him in just a short moment, it was still inevitable that he would rub against the ground.

Finally stopped after a few laps.

With stars in his eyes, Song Yin was dizzy.

Jiang Ning turned around and stopped beside Song Yin.

"boarding."

Song Yin was not sure whether he could stand steadily, so he stopped for half a minute, and then stood up gropingly.

The car stopped beside Song Yin, and he only needed to walk two steps.

After fastening the seat belt, Song Yin still felt dizzy.

I don't know if it was because of this reason, Song Yin felt that a certain little ancestor slowed down the speed of the car.

This discovery moved Song Yin.

Resisting the feeling of nausea, Song Yin looked at Lu Shan.

"We're not racing anymore?" Song Yin realized that this was the way down the mountain.

Jiang Ning accelerated the speed of the car.

Arrive at the foot of the mountain and change your clothes.

"Go to the hospital first." After Jiang Ning put on his coat, he slowly took off the beads on his wrist.

Song Yin was surprised, "Are you going with me?"

Jiang Ning glanced at Song Yin, and Song Yin understood.

This is bad luck for some restless elements.

According to the experience of Song and Yin, the above conclusions were obtained.

After buttoning the last button, Song Yin left.

Before leaving, I prayed for this store for a few seconds.

Live well, why do you have to die.

Although the little ancestor had no feelings for him, Song Yin knew that the little ancestor classified himself as one of his own.

The little ancestor is very ruthless, but he is also the most defensive.

Although I have no feelings for them, I can't be bullied by others.

Song·Human Sober·Yin: Smile.

After putting away the Buddhist beads, Jiang Ning stepped out expressionlessly.

This day is destined to be an unforgettable day for this store.

It will not be forgotten until a long time later.

For Kang Si, this day is a permanent nightmare.

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There was nothing serious about Song Yin, but a slight concussion, and he was fine after half a month.

On the day she was discharged from the hospital, it was as if Song Yin was giving a red envelope to the medical staff.

Just considering today's society, the reputation of doctors and nurses has been smeared by unscrupulous media.

If it was photographed by paparazzi, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In the end, Song Yin sent a large bag of snacks and a large bouquet of flowers to express his gratitude.

As soon as he got home, Song Yin sent a message to his little ancestor, only to find that he was blocked!

Busy calling, no answer.

Now Song Yinca felt something was wrong, so she contacted her manager, Anan.

"A'nan, Jiang Ning, are you there?"

"Not here? What happened to the boss?"

"fine."

　There is no manuscript saved, and it is updated four times a day, and the time is not fixed for the time being.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)