Mr.Fu's White Moonlight

Fu Shimo said, no matter how much she ignored, there was no way to completely not hear.

This kind of malicious suspicion can't stand listening to too much.

Unable to respond, Ji Nanchu took out a headset from his bag and plugged it in.

There is no way to control Fu Shimo. She can also control her ears.

It's just that Ji Nan Chu's action has stimulated Fu Shimo.

Seeing that she even put her ears up and ignored herself in silent protest, Fu Shimo broke out on the spot, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and Maybach rushed out like flying.

Ji Nanchu's body inertia is generally backward. Looking at the fast backward vehicle figures outside the car, his heart will be shaken out.

What's wrong with Fu Shimo!

Ji Nan Chu's heart was scared to jump out. He couldn't help howling at Fu Shimo: "can you slow down? It's too dangerous. This is the road."

Ji Nanchu takes off the earphone, but at this time, Fu Shimo just responds to her with a cold face, looks at the front, and ignores her at all.

Ji Nanchu's face turned white again. He took a look at Fu Shimo and saw that he didn't mean to stop. He could only hold the safety belt and hold the safety buckle.

On one side, Fu Shimo glances at Ji Nanchu through Yu Guang, coldly hooking the corner of his mouth.

Don't want to hear him, do you? He is too lazy to say!

Half an hour later, the car finally stopped. As soon as Ji Nan stopped, he couldn't help pushing the door open and vomiting.

The performance of Fu Shimo's car is different from that of ordinary cars. The speed can soar to more than 200.

And on the road, such a drag racing, or in broad daylight, is destined to drift all the way to the brake.

Normal people can't stand this kind of stop and go.

Besides, she has just recovered from her serious injury.

But Fu Shimo was very calm, slowly stopped the car, and then walked down.

"Dead? If you're not dead, go in A mouth, not only did not care, on the contrary is a very cruel words.

Women who were not afraid of bombs at the beginning could not even bear the mere drag racing?

It's too much to think that he can feel guilty if he pretends pity here again.

It's impossible to feel guilty for any woman like Ji Nanchu.

Ji Nanchu vomited for a few minutes to ease over, a small face pale, like can fall down at any time.

Fu Shimo took a look at it, and suddenly felt as if he had been pinched by someone's hand. But the next second, Fu Shimo expelled this feeling.

Oh, this woman is the best at acting, especially in front of men pretending poor play is the best!

He was almost confused.

Ji Nanchu took out a paper towel and wiped his lips. Then he looked around. It was the last time he came, LX.

Although there was a reception, she didn't expect to do modeling.

Where is this taking her?

Ji Nanchu didn't want to ask, because she knew it was useless to ask, and Fu Shimo would not tell her.

Then, Fu Shimo went in and asked people to change Ji Nanchu's clothes according to the custom.

Fu Shimo is in a bad mood today, so the stylists of LX dare not relax. In less than half an hour, they dressed Ji Nanchu and sent her to Fu Shimo.

As a result, Fu Shimo just glanced at it and immediately went to pay the bill. He didn't say a word in the whole process.

I don't know if it's because I lost my breath or something else. Fu Shimo didn't drag the car any more.