Mr.Feng is too domineering: Fresh wife is obediently spoiled

It's said that he went to the storm club to see Qiao Yu become a talent. In fact, it's to go to yanxuan for dinner and play with a sports car by the way.

Yan Xuan refused to give the car to Qin Qian: "you've damaged several of my cars. I dare not give you the car again."

"Or not a brother?" Qin Qian was very unhappy.

Yan Xuan: "who is your brother?"

"Are you all right?"

Yan Xuan was speechless: "can you order a face?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the little four of the club ran up in a panic: "second brother, someone smashed the field."

Yan Xuan asked, "who is it?"

"Yang Xun, the young childe of the Yang family, brought a lot of people and said that they would tear down your club without handing over the third child."

The third in the storm club is none other than Qin Qian.

Last time Qin Qian said he was lovelorn and ran to the club crying. He ran out of his mind to flirt with their club's supreme VIP customers. The 18-year-old virgin was despised by a girl. He was very unhappy. After that, Yang Xun took people to the club to make trouble every day.

Yan Xuan hated iron but not steel: "look what you've done!"

"I'll go and have a look." Qin Qian put on sunglasses, took the car key and went directly into the racetrack. Only then did he gather many students from Blue City University outside the scene.

"Is the storm Club empty? If so, I advise you to close down!" Yang Xun shouted loudly.

Qin Qianyang said in a voice, "the defeated generals are quite arrogant."

"You still have the face to come!" Yang Xun was furious when he saw empress Qin Qian.

Qin Qian smiled: "what do I dare not come? The old rule is to rub my legs when I lose."

Yanxuan outside the court has a headache, helps his forehead and rubs a ghost leg. He wants Qin Qian to press the boy down and let him not make trouble in the future. Qin Qian is so good that he doesn't forget to flirt with others at this time!

Sure enough, Yang Xun was very angry after listening to Qin Qian's words. He blushed and scolded: "hooligans!"

"Rubbing your legs is called a hooligan? That's no comparison at all." Qin Qian turned to go.

Yang Xun anxiously stopped her: "knead it, but if you lose, you have to promise me a request!"

"Then you have to win."

Qiao Yu had a stereotype that Qin Qian didn't hesitate to answer Yang Xun's battle, and quickly grabbed her hand: "you can't compare with him."

"Oh!" Qin Qian threw him away impolitely.

Her name is not for nothing!

The arrogant golden red sports car sped out and stopped on the asphalt runway. The gorgeous red wantonly dissipated its arrogance in the sun.

"Storm", the trump card of the storm club, and Qin Qian is the trump car king of the storm club! On the second anniversary of the establishment of the storm club, Qin Qianying has played hundreds of challenges, large and small, and has not failed so far!

When the gunshot rang out, the golden red sports car took the lead and flew out like a sharp arrow. The gorgeous red was dazzling in the sun.

Behind her, the silver sports car followed closely. Yang Xun raised the speed to the highest and wanted to jump over Qin Qian. She made a half circle to the right with great interest.

"Damn it!" Yang Xun was afraid of a collision and hurriedly reduced his speed, but Qin Qian took the opportunity to overtake a car body. He gnashed his teeth and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The silver sports car crashed like a fast-moving rocket and rushed up at a speed difficult to see with the naked eye.

Qin Qian hooked his lips and shot the steering wheel to the left. When she wanted to concentrate on overtaking, she couldn't do it manually!

Boom!

The storm flew off the runway and hit the wall.

"Shallow!" Yanxuan rushed into the racetrack.

The front of the car was smashed to pieces, emitting thick smoke. Qin Qian, who was covered with blood, was carried out of the car by yanxuan.

Yang Xun at the other end had reached the end. Seeing that Qin Qian was in a coma, he hurried to drive forward: "I'll take her to the hospital."

When the racer left, the onlookers felt bored and left. After the crowd left, several dark shadows appeared next to the "storm" and greedily stared at the blood on the car.

"Monarch, it appears."