Godly Play System

On the BMW, Zhuang Xiaoman sat in the car and rummaged through his bag for his mobile phone.

As a result of too flustered reason, bag mirror, cosmetics, wet tissue and other items, all wine left in the car.

Facing the accountability of Bentley car owners, Zhuang Xiaoman's mind flashed two years ago when he was besieged by numerous reporters and netizens because of the product he was endorsing.

At that time, what reporters and netizens said was roughly the same as the Bentley owner.

Let her pay for the same.

Let her go to jail the same way.

She didn't know what to do with the same pressure.

"Brother Du Tao."

After a long time, Zhuang Xiaoman finally found out her mobile phone, but her hand was shaking and couldn't pull out the phone.

Even because of the panic, her voice has a little electric sound, so that Apple's Siri did not recognize her voice.

Zhuang Xiaoman thought that he would enter the police station again and be besieged by countless reporters.

The situation outside the car has been reversed.

"If I'm not blind, it's the BMW that you just changed lanes, walked around from the back and forced to stop? People haven't asked you for compensation, so you'll rush to deliver it to the door. You have a mine at home?"

Zhang Fan paced to the back of the middle-aged owner and said quietly.

Hearing his words, the voice of the middle-aged car owner's buzzer stopped suddenly.

"Hello, Hello, Hello! Don't talk nonsense! What is it that I forced him to stop his car? It was clearly he who hit my car!"

the middle-aged owner swallowed his mouth and pointed to the collision position of BMW and Bentley, and then raised the volume again.

"Nonsense?"

Zhang Fan pointed to the shops on both sides of the road and pointed to BMW.

"Not to mention that there are cameras all around, there are dash recorders on this BMW. We can find out who is right and who is wrong just by retrieving the records. What do you think? "

hearing this, the middle-aged car owner changed his face, waved his hand, kicked a stone on the side of the road and walked towards the Bentley.

"Bad luck! Hum! I don't care about it!"

"slow down!"

when Zhang Fan saw that the middle-aged car owner wanted to run, he stopped him directly.

"You don't care? I'm sorry, I'm the one who wants to care now!"

"you..."

When Zhang Fan negotiated with middle-aged car owners.

In the driver's seat of BMW, Zhuang Xiaoman is half lying on the chair, his mouth slightly open, looking at the sail outside the car in amazement.

The glare of the sun shines on the road.

The sunlight is reflected and forms an aperture behind the sail's head.

At this moment, in Zhuang Xiaoman's opinion, Zhang Fan is an angel sent by heaven.

No!

prince charming!

under the soft and hard measures of Zhang Fan, the middle-aged owner of Bentley agreed to compensate and apologized to Zhuang Xiaoman.

However, no matter what Zhang Fan said, Zhuang Xiaoman refused to get out of the BMW.

In this way, Zhang Fan pulled the Bentley owner and waited for 20 minutes.

Helpless, can only be the Bentley middle-aged car owner to let go.

Of course, Bentley owners left the compensation money before they left.

Dong! Dong Dong!

Zhang Fan bent over and knocked on the window of BMW I8, and said helplessly, "if you're gone, you can get off the car! Don't be afraid if you're wearing hot sunglasses!"

after a long time, a soft and waxy female voice came out of the BMW car.

"Really... Really gone? Is there no reporter outside?"

when talking about reporters, Zhuang Xiaoman went directly under the co pilot's seat.

Zhang Fan standing outside the car, see this scene, but also feel sad and sad, but also feel funny.

Two years ago, one of the most popular actresses in China, the pure queen in the mouth of the female president, is now afraid of going under the co driver's seat!

what has she experienced in the past two years?

"no reporter! But if you don't get off the bus, or if you don't open the door for me to continue staying here, I'm afraid there will be reporters coming."

After all, Bentley and BMW collided, and the owners of luxury cars quarreled with each other.

As a former professional houseboy, Zhang Fan is very clear about the news channels of UC shock department.

For the editors of UC shock department, there are unimportant new rooms in the world.

For UC shock editors, good news only needs a worthy title.

PA Da!

as soon as the voice of Zhang Fan fell, the door of the co pilot's seat opened.

For Zhuang Xiaoman, she would rather let a strange man who helped her get on the bus, rather than meet with reporters.I

"I finally know why you have been sprayed and dare not answer back. Just ten minutes after getting on the bus, Zhang Fan sincerely expressed some feelings.

No way.

For Zhuang Xiaoman, who had only driven less than 100 meters in ten minutes, he really knelt down.

You know, BMW I8 is a sports car!

since it is a sports car, it is a symbol of speed.

As a result, Zhuang Xiaoman Leng is out of the turtle speed, this is simply a human.

Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Zhuang Xiaoman's mouth was shriveled, and Bala said wrongly: "I I I haven't driven in more than two years. And I haven't driven many times since I got my driver's license. In the past, it was always my agent who drove me into toutogo. He has been transferred by the company now, but I haven't got a new driver yet. I'm afraid of it!

after hearing the words of lousy days, Zhang Fan pursed her lips, turned around and said quietly: "I haven't introduced myself for so long! Hello Zhuang Xiaoman, I'm your new driver, Zhang Yihao!"

"ah!"

There were two screams from inside the BMW.

Then, BMW on the road, staged a scene of snake skin walk.

Walk, walk, finally hit the roadbed of the auxiliary road.

"No! I just want to introduce myself? As for you to leave the steering wheel with both hands and step on the gas pedal to the end?"

after a hard time slowing down, Zhang Fan held the steering wheel, turned his head, and said sadly to the frustrated queen.

He was almost scared to death.

Hearing his self introduction, Zhuang Xiaoman subconsciously wants to shake hands with him.

Shake hands. Shake hands.

Leave the steering wheel with your hands.

It's not a big deal.

What's really frightening is that she suddenly stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom of the car after she had been stepping on the clutch and brake to keep the car going at a turtle speed.

You know, there are a lot of vehicles ahead.

In an instant, Zhang Fan quickly grasped the steering wheel and faced the roadside.

He didn't want to be killed by Zhuang Xiaoman, a real street killer woman driver.

"I I am nervous! "

faced Zhang Fan's Tucao, Zhuang Xiaoman lowered his head." you are my new driver, I didn't make complaints about it, "he said.

"You mean, blame me?"

"er..."

For a moment, the atmosphere inside the BMW I8 car became very awkward.