The arrogant emperor, strong spoils!

Mu Zhuo smiled deeply and said, "Joe, it's not like your style."

Qiao Chengxun's cold eyes slightly coagulated and said in a deep voice, "Ti doesn't like evil behavior."

Mu Zhuo was deeply afraid of being abused by the dog and hurriedly promised, "well, we know that young master Qiao loves his wife. Wait for the good news from brother."

After hanging up, Qiao Chengxun returned to wechat and sent her another message: is there a class in the evening?

Runaway imperial sister: I have an appointment with Mr. Jiang to have class.

Hoon: what time is it?

Runaway Royal sister: 9:00.

Hoon: Yeah.

Seeing the last "um" word sent by King Qiao, Wendy was a little strange and asked him: are you coming?

Hoon: don't you want me to go there?

Runaway Royal sister: Yes.

Hoon: I'll come back when you sleep.

Runaway Royal sister:

Looks like we have to lock the door tonight.

Wendy thought and put down her cell phone.

There is an ideological class at 10 a.m. if it had been before, Wendy would have skipped this meaningless class, but in order to add points to the future talent show, she can only endure and can't skip class.

The video of her being abused had spread on the Internet. If she went to school like this, it would cause onlookers, so she decided to drive over.

At 9:30, Wendy drove to the school parking lot, looked left and right, looking for a parking space.

Inadvertently, the front of the car suddenly "bang" and hit something.

As soon as Wendy was worried, she quickly untied her seat belt and got out of the car. She came to the front of the car in three or two steps.

The beetle's right front hit the rear of a white Lamborghini. Both cars scraped several ugly scratches. In contrast, Lamborghini was a little miserable.

Wendy's head was big. She looked up at the front of Lamborghini. There was no one on the car. She just stopped in the middle of the road. It was difficult for her not to hit it!

Sir!

Looking around, no one said

Wendy got back into the car, backed up a few meters, turned in a direction and was ready to run.

Just after losing his head, he suddenly killed a pair of slender long legs on the road. His eyes gradually looked up and saw a familiar handsome face.

Jin Yanchen

At the last auction, the wronged head who fought with King Qiao.

Jin Yanchen was wearing a straight suit, a black coat wrapped in a pure white handmade shirt, and the collar was loose to the third button, revealing a small piece of sexy skin.

Wendy subconsciously thought of the owner of the Lamborghini. Shouldn't it be this product?

Jin Yanchen went to the window and knocked on the window.

Wendy rolled down the window reluctantly and said with a smile, "Hey, what a coincidence."

"You hit my car." Jin Yanchen did not accept her friendly smile.

Wendy's fake smile froze in her face, suddenly turned black, opened the door and got out of the car.

Huo Di raised his head, his bright big eyes on the man's dark black eyes, and his domineering spirit was not lost to this cold aura.

"I'll call my lawyer to tell you about the compensation. I'm sorry. I'm going to class now."

Then he turned and wanted to go.

Jin Yanchen said coldly, "I don't have the habit of settling accounts after autumn. I suggest you stay, otherwise the police will be in trouble if they find someone in your class."

Your uncle

Wendy scolded in her heart, turned to the man's cold and heartless face and said frankly, "I'm going to be private. How much is it?"

"I'm not going to be private. Wait for the police."

Jin Yanchen raised his cell phone and began to call the police.