Wild Games: The Devil Let My Mommy Go

Ling Shaomo unbuttoned the shirt around his neck irritably and glanced back with cold eyes. He went to the Internet to read novels.

He was born with a domineering attitude, and the luxury car behind him fully demonstrated his extraordinary status. His glance was like an ice stream, which made the car owners behind who were honking their horns tremble in their hearts and hands.

Dare to honk the horn and urge loudly.

Yin Yanyan sighed. She still wanted to live peacefully in this community, but she didn't want to have bad relations with these residents.

"Master Ling, maybe we can find another place to talk?"[

The conditions he offered were a bit strange, which aroused her rare curiosity. She wanted to ask more about it.

She promised to talk, is there a way out?!

Ling Shaomo's eyes lit up, his chest straightened out, and he finally regained his young demeanor in front of Yin Yanyan: "That's fine."

He opened his car door and made an invitation gesture: "Get in the car, I will take you to a place."

Yin Yanyan ignored him and pulled her son back to his car: "Please, Mr. Ling, lead the way."

Ling Shaomo: "..."

Why does this sentence sound awkward to him?

But for a moment I couldn't think of anything awkward, so I got in the car feeling depressed.

With a "whoosh" sound, the saucy blue Rolls-Royce Phantom shot out like a bullet.

Yin Yanyan spoke slowly and calmly.

She started the car slowly and shifted into gear slowly. When she started driving slowly, the Rolls-Royce had disappeared.

"Mom, the guy who leads the way can run faster than a rabbit hit by an arrow. Should we chase him?"

Yin Guo looked at the road ahead, her little hands consciously clenched the handrail next to her.

He knew that his mother usually liked racing cars. Faced with such an obvious provocation from Mr. Ling, would his mother accept his move?

Will there be a chase on this busy street?

The blood in Yin Guo's little heart began to boil...

No matter how young he is, he is still a little boy after all.

Boys are very competitive at heart, and they like to play exciting racing games...

Yin Yanyan glanced at her son and snorted: "What are you chasing? What's there to chase? Son, we are good citizens who abide by traffic rules, and we can't drag racing on the street." [

I slowly drove onto the main road and walked slowly in a slow lane, as leisurely as walking in space.

Yin Guo: “…”

What my mother said at this time was high-sounding. Isn’t it time to take him to school every day and play speed as long as there are no traffic lights or cameras?

Yin Guo was not used to the slow pace of her mother driving.

Is mom driving a car or driving a car?

Even if you obey the traffic rules, you don’t have to drive so slowly, right?!

The cyclist next to them is also faster than them!

Yin Guo felt a little bored, closed her eyes and began to fall asleep.

Yin Yanyan glanced at her son suspiciously: "Xiao Guozi, aren't you confused?"

Yin Guo didn't open her eyes: "What are you wondering about?"

"I wonder why I don't catch up, I'm not afraid of losing that young master Ling." Yin Yanyan reminded him.

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