Monster Factory

“Cough cough ~” pockets straight waist limbs, clear voice: “Good afternoon, dear listeners, thank you for the FM to MF106.9, listen to the host pockets, bring you the [news ear listening] program, it is now 1: 30 pm. I gave you some interesting news today. At 9: 00 this morning, something happened on South China Road that made the civilian police cry..."

“And then what? ”

Hood's voice is very standard. When Ye had the guts to drive, he moved to the illusion of the national broadcast channel at random. He subconsciously asked what was going on and made the civilian police laugh.

“Brother Ye, I... don't know what it is.” I'm embarrassed to laugh: “I just made it up... and I can't make it up anymore. ”

Ye Qing laughed and praised her for her very standard. She was qualified to be the host of the national television program.

Her face was red and she was somewhat embarrassed to be boasted.

Every word of chatter, young people, is naturally a lot of talk. When all kinds of seafood barbecue came up, he asked Ye Qing if he wanted to drink wine. He said that he had deliberately not ridden an electric bike today. He could have two beers with Brother Ye.

Ye Qing really wanted to say drink, and then learn to drunk the girls with the bad kids...

The eyes are sincere, but there's absolutely no point in that.

Ye Qing definitely drank it for nothing. After thinking about it for half a day, he decided not to drink it. He said he didn't have a driver. Lately, Zhongyun City is going to build a spiritual civilization, and the driving inspection of alcohol is very strict.

There are fresh juices next to each other, and the juicer looks very high-end and sophisticated, and a lot of tourists buy it there, so the waiter goes and buys two sprinklers of juice.

At 7: 40 p.m., a large portion of the seafood barbecue Ye Qing was eliminated and ready to leave in his arms.

Not drinking also has the advantage of not drinking, at least a ride home.

In front of Ye Qing, the helmet was somewhat impatient. Ye Qing gave her a really profound image, like the male president in the Korean drama.

Even if Ye Qing is not overbearing, he doesn't dare to refuse Ye Qing's suggestion.

Take her home, for example...

As the two walked to the parking lot, a bunch of fashionable girls dressed as tourists were passing through the grilles of the parking lot, excitedly surrounded by a silver white Aston Martin Lagunda, like the discovery of a new continent, and the flash had flashed into a red carpet award ceremony.

As I walked in, I could still hear: I heard that the car was all-carbon fiber, and I had never touched a sports car with a carbon fiber shell!

This car costs more than 8 million, it takes a long time to book, ordinary people can't buy it even if they have money.

Sisters, take a picture of me. Make sure you take the sign down.

Now the circle of friends is going to explode. I'm in heaven, Lagunda. Aston Martin's centennial brand relaunched last year at Sanghai's annual International Car Exhibition is now absolutely no more than five in the country.

I'd rather sleep with the owner once if I could get in and take a few pictures of the interior.

I'd rather marry him.

You want beauty!

Several girls were excited and their eyes glued to Lagunda's car, naturally ignoring the sight.

Ye Qing got closer and closer and had to cough a few times to remind several girls who were speaking more and more explicitly.

Several girls stunned, then blushed and ran away screaming.

Out of women's jealousy, when they ran away, the radar glanced at the helmet from head to toe, the obscure hot eyes, and the previous explicit language, instantly turned the helmet into a big red face.

Ye Qing opened the driver's door for her, and only dared to stare at her shoe tip.

Hot on the face, seemingly spreading to the ankle, gradually spreading towards the back of the snow white foot.

Aston Martin's logo, she recognizes.

The price of more than eight million before, she heard.

I'd rather sleep with the owner once if I could get in and take a few pictures of the interior.

I'd rather marry him.

You want beauty!

She couldn't hear a word of it.

At this moment, I even suspect that I have fallen into the Korean drama. No, the male presidents in the Korean drama are exaggerating, but the cars that are driven are either BMW or hundreds of thousands of modern, Mercedes-Benz 1st class cars, are the bosses and dads of the president.

The first time I saw Ye Qing was on foot, and the second time Bentley Mushang, the dedicated driver entrusted his aura with tremendous strength. Although she doesn't know much about cars, the audience in her live room understands that the price of that 6 million + Bentley Mushaan has already been copped.

Now!

One Aston Martin Lagunda, few in the country, priced at over 8 million.

The strong identity is poor, even makes me suspicious. Can I really be friends with Big Brother Ye?

“Get in the car.” Ye Qing patted the door gently.

“Ah! Oh!” She took a few steps consciously in her pocket. The soft wool carpet in the car made her a little afraid to lift her feet.

A slight laugh came from across the grille. Under the street lamp, the man who had previously taken the seat in his pocket in the Moon Tower came over, holding his lady companion in his left hand, his right index finger set a car key, and the windmill rolled around.

With the windmill-like key spinning, he talked about the loud voice. What? Yesterday he took someone to an internet cafe to collect the bill. The internet cafe owner shouted several young men bold, and he didn't dare to fart.

Across the grille, as he pressed the car key, a Volkswagen Skoda drip lit the headlight on Lagunda's second parking space to the left.

Then his smile stopped.

Ye Qing looked at him with some seriousness.

The man named Xiaofei, his face is full of stunning, the wooden stake is set in place.

Of course, he recognized Ye Qing and Hood. It took him more than an hour. Whether it's pockets or Ye Qing, there's something impressive about it.

Two frameless doors open, Aston Martin lying there like a quiet beast. The sweat beads slowly seeped up on the little flying forehead.

Aston Martin's head is so representative that men hardly recognize it. Xiaofei has his own car. Almost all men like the most expensive models listed in the country when buying a car, looking slowly downwards. Even if they can't afford it, the fantasy is very strong.

Aston Martin's Lagunda collection happens to be one of the most prominent scenery of last year's Shanghai International Car Show, featuring many media outlets on its cover.

Now!

There was one Lagunda he didn't even dare to think about, right in front of him.

Xiaofei dared not to leave like this at this time, he could not imagine the background of the owner of such a luxury car.

But it was easy for him to think that his car unlock switch, which he had just turned on, had exposed his seat.

Whether you are running away fast or riding hard on your scalp, this young man, who did not compare to him, simply needs to look at his license plate and then a phone call to get himself into a huge crisis.

Initially, no comparison was made because there was a huge, heavenly identity gap between the two.

But that in no way meant that the young man was happy to be robbed of his seat and that a girl had booked him a seat.

Now that I have met him again, if I show a little dissatisfaction with him this time, Xiaofei really dares not imagine what will happen later.

“Brother, I was wrong. I have eyes but can't recognize Mount Tai.” The cold sweat on his little flying forehead swept out and his legs were softer than noodles.

“Your adult is huge, don't compare me to this bullshit, I was wrong, please forgive me...” Xiaofei looked at herself like a psychopath, climbing over the grille, holding her hands and begging for mercy.

Ye Qing's silence made Xiaofei tremble violently. Hate can't give himself a knife. Why should he press the car key with his hands?

Little flying face pale continued to beg, throat up and down violently twitching.