God-level Agent System

Outside the bar, on the street, Lin Huan and Song Qing walked side by side.

"Miss Mo's mood seems a bit wrong." Song Qing thought for a long time, but couldn't help but say it.

She wanted to hear Lin Huan's views on Mo Yusheng.

"She..." Lin Huan dragged the tone for a long time and turned to look at Song Qing: "You can see it too?"

"Ah? What?" Song Qing was taken aback, always feeling that Lin Huan's words meant something.

"This Nizi seems to like me, but I always treat her as my sister." Lin Huan said with a wry smile.

"So..." Song Qing was overjoyed for no reason, and blurted out: "What about me?"

"Huh?" This time it was Lin Huan's turn to be questioned.

Song Qing rubbed the corners of her jacket and said with a slight twist, "I... what am I yours?"

Lin Huan stopped and stared at Song Qing's eyes carefully, saying word by word: "You are my Yolemei."

Song Qing was overjoyed and blurted out, "Really?"

This advertising slogan from Youlemei has become a buzzword because of Jay Chou, and Song Qing naturally knows the meaning of this sentence.

"Lin Huan wants to hold me in his palm? God, am I not dreaming?"

Just when Song Qing was excited, Lin Huan said narrowly: "Because I see you I want to eat. When I eat too much, I get fat."

Song Qing suddenly became fascinated. What's the matter? What's the relationship between milk tea and getting fat after eating too much!

"Haha, because Jay Chou loves to drink milk tea, he has become fat." Lin Huan smirked.

Song Qing: "..."

Can you talk like that? Is the forced stalk interesting? ! !

Because she had misunderstood Lin Huan's meaning, Song Qing was somewhat ashamed. After stomping her feet on the spot, she speeded up and walked towards the intersection.

Lin Huan laughed and raised his heel.

When he came to the intersection, Song Qing looked back and found that Lin Huan was just following along, not trying to catch up to coax herself, so she speeded up and walked across the street.

Just as Song Qing was about to walk to the middle of the crosswalk, a white Aston Martin ONE77 rushed from her left side, and at this time, the green light opposite Song Qing was still on!

The roar of the engine and the dazzling headlights made Song Qing stay in place as if she had lost her soul!

"drop!"

The harsh horn sounded, and then the Aston Martin ONE77 slammed into Song Qing with unabated speed!

Lin Huan's complexion changed after Song Qing, and she moved in front of Song Qing, and then before Aston Martin ONE77 met Song Qing, she took her away!

"squeak"

Until then, the harsh brakes finally sounded, and the Aston Martin ONE77 that nearly hit Song Qing stopped more than 30 meters away from the intersection.

Immediately afterwards, a few more supercars came from a distance, and finally stopped behind the Aston Martin ONE77.

These sports cars are supercars with a price of more than 10 million yuan, and there are many supercars in the world, such as the Aston Martin ONE77, which is limited to 77 in the world and sold for 47 million in China.

There is also a Ferrari Spicy Method, which is limited to 499 cars worldwide, priced at around 25 million.

Porsche 918, limited to 918 cars worldwide, priced around 15 million...

These cars cannot be bought with money, they also need a certain status.

"Fuck, you don't have long eyes when you walk, can you really pay for it when you hit you?" The Aston Martin ONE77 owner said cursingly after coming out.

This is a young man with yellow hair. He is wearing a trendy brand, a supreme hooded sweater, a limited edition black and red toe AJ1, and a black Rolex Paul Newman on his wrist. One is worth more than 2 million Chinese coins.

As for other young men and women, they are all brand-name additions. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are walking banknotes.

These men and women also yelled: "If you want to die, stay away. Don't run on the road to touch the porcelain. You can't afford to lose a little paint on Shao Wang's car!"

"Do you know how much Wang Shao's car is? 47.77 million, Huaxia coins! You won't make this money in your life!"

"Compared with Wang Shao's car, your little life is simply worthless!"

Lin Huan looked at them coldly, and finally cast his gaze on Huang Maonan, and said coldly, "Why didn't you just step on the brake?"

Lin Huan saw clearly just now that Huang Mao didn't step on the brakes at all when he was about to hit Song Qing. After he pulled Song Qing aside, Huang Mao stepped on the brakes.

If Lin Huan is not here, then Song Qing will definitely die!

Of course, even if Huang Mao stepped on the brakes, it wouldn't have much effect. Just now the speed was close to 100 kilometers per hour, and it didn't stop at such a short distance.

This street has a speed limit of 40, and there was a red light just now. Huang Mao not only speeded but also ran a red light. This behavior is too bad!

"Oh." Huang Maonan yelled in surprise, then turned his head and said to the friends: "This kid asked me why I didn't step on the brakes. How do you say I should answer him?"

"Wang Shao killed her for her good, otherwise she would suffer a lifelong disability," said a tall, charming woman in cool clothes, exaggeratedly.

Huang Maoman snapped his fingers and said with a smile: "Little Yuer knows me best."

While speaking, the Huang Maonan group had already approached Lin Huan and Song Qing.

"Hey, these two people are familiar." Huang Maonan looked at Lin Huan and Song Qing suspiciously, and said.

The young woman named Xiao Yuer nodded blankly: "The male is Lin Huan and the female is Song Qing. They are all celebrities."

Just now they were far away, and the street lights were not bright enough, so they didn't see the looks of Lin Huan and Song Qing clearly. After they got closer, they realized that the two were actually celebrities.

Song Qing doesn't need to say anything. People who regularly watch China Satellite TV know who she is, and Lin Huan...he has been in the limelight recently, and there are not a few who know him.

"Oh, I almost ran into Miss Song just now. It was a sin." Huang Maonan smiled, stepped a few steps forward to Song Qing, and was about to pull Song Qing's hand.

Song Qing quickly pulled her hand to hide behind Lin Huan, and said unhappily, "What are you doing?"

The yellow-haired man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Of course I want to see if you get hurt. If a big beauty like Miss Song breaks a little, I will be uneasy."

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately caused laughter from the friends.

"Haha, Wang Shao really pity Xiangyu."

"Young Master Wang, if Miss Song breaks her skin, do you have to be responsible to others?"

"Necessary, Wang Shao will definitely buy a villa for Miss Song and hide her golden house."

Huang Maonan raised his hand to interrupt their booing, and looked at Song Qing seriously and said: "Miss Song, my friend loves to make jokes, don't take it to your heart, but they have one sentence that is right. I am the most pitiful and cherished."

"If Miss Song has any physical discomfort, just tell me that money is not a problem. I also want to make friends with Miss Song, so I will be responsible for Miss Song to the end."

After speaking, Huang Maonan stared at Song Qing with blazing eyes, looking forward to her reply.

"apologize."

At this moment, Lin Huan said coldly.