Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

“Hey, talk about it.” Stop Song Ning, Luo Zifeng is not happy.

glanced at him, not salty.

“About White Dew.” Luo Zifeng Avenue, “I think it's been a long time since you missed your eyes. ”

“What a coincidence, so am I.” The cool voice rang.

The boy slightly crossed his face.

The bottom of the eye seemed to be something floating.

“Oh.” Lo Zifeng grinned, “Finally revealing your true face. ”

He dragged like, "Go ahead, how much will it cost you not to think about Baek Lu? ”

Song Ning stared at him and his eyes were slightly cold.

“Don't tell me you don't have that in mind.” Luo Zifeng did not hesitate, "as far as I know, your family is in good shape, but compared to us, it is nothing. ”

He pulled his lower lip, "But if he was with Bai Lu, it wouldn't be the same, would it? After all, the company will be yours in the future. Who doesn't want to get it? ”

“If you're looking for me to say this.” Song Ning has no emotions, “I have nothing to talk to you about. ”

Luo Zifeng stunned for a moment and scoffed, “Is that how you feel about superiority as someone else's interlocutor in marriage? ”

“Is it your confidence to use engagement as a chip?” Song Ning does not answer the question back.

Luo Zifeng Avenue, "Song Ning, how about a fight with me? Lost, you gave up Bailu. ”

He ignored him and walked straight ahead.

“What, are you afraid?” Luo Zifeng sarcastically, "you can't even dare to argue with me. ”

“Than what.” Song Ning turned his back and said faintly.

He smiled proudly, pointing to the runway over there, “10,000 meters, whoever runs first wins. ”

Song Ning looked at him, "Okay. ”

Luo Zifeng was very happy in his heart. Last time he lost to each other, this time, he must find the scene.

Long run, for him, is the face he plays.

In contrast to Song Ning, Luo Zifeng saw few relevant records on the data.

This time, he must let the other side defeat.

A boy was pulled over.

Luo Zifeng dragged, “You come as a witness, who runs 10,000 meters first, you blow a whistle. ”

The boy hastily responded.

Surprised in my heart.

10,000 meters. Are they crazy?

Are you okay with eating?

Even if it's better, it's not that expensive.

The figure of the two appeared on the runway, attracting the attention of some people.

“Hey, isn't that Song Ning and Luo Zifeng? ”

“Yeah, what are they doing? ”

“Looks like it's a game, let's go and take a look. ”

The speed of the two was not the same at first.

Luo Zifeng was surprised.

But thinking about the other party's last performance, calm down slowly.

10,000 meters away.

He has plenty of time to play with each other.

If Song Ning is fighting for this breath and pursuing speed in order to win, just to give himself a chance to get off the horse.

The corner of the lip reveals a slight curve.

Luo Zifeng plays, which is a big mistake.

“Damn, guess what I just heard?” A girl lowered her voice.

“What?” the companion asked.

Girl, "Do you know how many meters Song Ning and Luo Zifeng are running? ”

The companion stunned for a moment and hesitated, "Three kilometers? ”

The girl shook the head.

“.. 5,000 meters?” The companions thought about it.

The girl shook her head again, reaching out one finger, "10,000 meters. ”

My buddy almost dropped his chin, "10,000 meters. Aren't you tired enough to run? Are they crazy? Or is there some kind of vengeance or something? ”