Wild Games: The Devil Let My Mommy Go

He glanced viciously at the Bugatti Veyron not far away. (www

If he had known that this guy would drive such a car, he would have driven his own limited edition Rolls-Royce Phantom over to avoid being compared with him.

Ye Yanmo leaned happily on the leather seat, still clasping Yin Yanyan's hand with one hand, and smiled easily: "My car broke down, and I was about to have it repaired."

He gestured to Zi Heng outside, asking him to drive away.[

Ziheng got into the car silently, crying over his face.

Boss, you said the car broke down and then asked me to drive the car away. Isn't this contradictory?

However, the boss's order must be carried out, so Ziheng started the car in an instant, made a sharp turn, and the super cool Bugatti Veyron ran away like a whirlwind without a trace...

The corner of Ling Shaomo's mouth twitched and he glanced at Ye Yanmo coldly: "Didn't you say it broke down? Then why is it still running like a rabbit?!"

Ye Yanmo innocently spread his hands, smiled, and said only three words: "It has convulsions."

Ling Shaomo: "..." He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Damn it, it's you who's having a convulsion!

The veins on Yin Yanyan's forehead also jumped.

This was the first time she saw Ye Yanmo acting like a rogue in front of others, and she was so angry that people would not pay for it.

It turns out that he not only likes to make himself angry, but also likes to make others angry...

Yin Guo was still hanging on Yin Yanyan and glanced sideways at Ye Yanmo: "Uncle Ye, can you go and sit in front? It's a bit crowded here."

In fact, the back seat is very spacious, more than enough for three people. Yin Guo said this, obviously trying to catch up with Ye Yanmo.

Yin Yanyan sweated. It seemed that the little guy had a strong objection to him kissing me. He couldn't tell how he felt.

Ye Yanmo's eyes narrowed slightly, but he smiled slightly, and stretched out his hands to take Yin Guo off Yin Yanyan: "Guozi, it's not that it's too crowded here, but it's too crowded for you to sit on your mother. Come, sit here,

It's not crowded here." He arranged Yin Guo next to him and Yin Yanyan.

Then he glanced at Ling Shaomo who was sitting in the driver's seat in front of him: "Young Master Ling, let's go to 'Moshang Family'. The food there is pretty good, including the canned chicken that Yan Yan likes to eat, and several kinds of things that children like to eat."

Dishes…”

Ling Shaomo clenched his fist again. After all, he had been friends with Ye Yanmo for more than ten years, so he was embarrassed to really drive him out of the car. What's more, his strength was not as high as anyone else's, so he couldn't drive him away.

He started the car with a handsome face...

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Along the way, I saw people setting off firecrackers on the street from time to time. Yin Yanyan wondered: "Master Ling, what is going on?"

This is not a festival, so why are there so many people setting off firecrackers to celebrate? It’s not like a store opening...[

Ling Shaomo glanced at her in surprise: "You don't know?"

Yin Yanyan was even more confused: "What do I know?"

Ling Shaomo smiled: "Then you ask Mr. Ye next to you, I think he knows it best!"

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