Reincarnation: I Married My Ex’s Brother

A red supercar occupies Qiao Jiusheng's eyeballs.

She stared at the supercar in front of her, her eyes full of surprise.

"This, this is Lykan—Hypersport?"

Qiao Jiusheng turned his head in amazement, staring at Fang Yusheng.

Fang Yusheng walked to Qiao Jiusheng with a walking stick. He took out a car key shaped like a fighter jet from his trouser pocket and handed it to Qiao Jiusheng.

After catching the key, Qiao Jiusheng looked up in disbelief. She looked up at Fang Yusheng and asked him in a erratic tone, "Send or give it to me?" Qiao Jiusheng thought she was whimsical.

"Ok."

She saw Fang Yusheng nodding.

Obviously the car key was cold, but Qiao Jiusheng thought it was hot.

It's hot to my heart.

He is Fang Yusheng, who needs to be in economy class even on airplanes, Fang Yusheng, who feels distressed when he finds him to borrow one hundred thousand yuan, and Fang Yu, who has been reluctant to change to a new car for more than ten years, and always drives a run-down Volkswagen. Health! Just because he wanted this car in front of Qiao Jiuyin that time, he really gave her away!

Qiao Jiusheng pursed her lips, her heart beating a little fast.

Fang Yusheng suddenly asked Qiao Jiusheng, "Is it touched?"

This time, Qiao Jiusheng chose to face his own heart.

"Yeah." The iron **** voluntarily plucked his hair, and it must have been bleeding, and Qiao Jiusheng was moved severely. "How much did you buy?"

"What you want from Arnold, no money." Fang Yusheng said.

Qiao Jiusheng: "..."

I was not moved in an instant.

Fang Yusheng didn't tell her that he had bought the car in exchange for his own design drawings.

You know, one of his designs is hard to find.

When leaving the car shop, Qiao Jiusheng was still driving.

Tomorrow, the cold weather will be too cold, but Qiao Jiusheng put down all the hoods. She deliberately drove very slowly, and started from the landmark building in the center of Binjiang City—the bronze locksmith, passing Binjiang University and the people of the city. The hospital, the city TV station, the city pedestrian street, and the villas of Fang Mu and Qiao Jiuyin strolled around.

People along the way, seeing this turtle-like sports car, whether they know people or not, they took out their mobile phones to take pictures of the sports car. Qiao Jiusheng was so loud, and wearing sunglasses, he kept beckoning to the people eating melons on both sides. In that way, I just drove and said: Hello, comrades, comrades have worked hard.

If she said so, Fang Yusheng would have to compliment: hello, Chairman Qiao, we are not working hard.

When the car passed the entrance of Fangmu's villa, it drove very slowly.

Fang Mu came back from work overtime and drove home, and he saw the "tortoise" crawling slowly in front of him.

At this time, Qiao Jiusheng had closed the hood, and Fang Mu couldn't see if the person inside was a male or female.

Fang Mu frowned, and the top sports car drove like this, which is really a violent thing. There are only two lanes on the road outside the villa. It is only eight or nine o'clock. Many people are passing by with overtime dogs. There are cars in the retrograde lane at any time. In addition, it is turning, which makes it difficult for Fang Mu to overtake.

He pressed the Lama, and the car in front returned him, and after that, the hand of the car owner in front came out of the car window and shook it towards him.

The hand was slender and white, and it was a woman's hand.

After waiting, seeing that the car in front was still walking slowly, Fang Mu's temper came up.

He stopped the car, hands on his hips, and strode towards the sports car in front.

As Fang Mu approached the car, he said loudly, "Miss, please drive fast..." Fang Yusheng just walked to the back of the car, and before he could finish his words, the sports car that was just going to die suddenly looked like a mad cow. With enough horsepower, he sprinted forward.

Fang Mu was sprayed exhausted.

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"Fuck it!" Fang always kicked the stone ridge beside the road with anger.