Huang Yiliang said: "Where should I hide?"

Yang Yingmei looked around the room, and finally pointed at the big bed and said: "Under the bed!"

Huang Yiliang said: "Sister, I can hide under the bed, but I'm not afraid of him. I just don't want to embarrass you."

Yang Yingmei said: "I know, you should hide quickly, my little ancestor!"

Huang Yiliang had no choice but to crawl under the bed and even put his shoes in.

Seeing this scene, Lin Hao outside the window couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. You can't have your cake and eat it too. Yang Yingmei, a female driver, wants both profit and love. Racing like this, no matter how good her skills are, she will inevitably overturn.

!

If things go wrong, I’m afraid it will be tonight!

Monica, who was outside, admired Yang Yingmei's determination and secretly worried for her. Sun Wenyong had already arrived outside the door and was about to be caught and raped in bed, but she was still so calm and composed. If it were her,

I'm afraid I've been so frightened that I lost my mind and became a mess.

Thinking of this, Monica couldn't help but sigh. It seems that "love" can't be stolen from anyone. Don't try it if you don't have certain psychological quality and technical content!

Yang Yingmei tidied up the bed sheets, and then straightened her clothes. She felt empty under her body, and then realized that she was not wearing any underwear. However, she didn't care about it at this time. She took a quick look in the mirror and found nothing.

What is the question? Go down and open the door for Sun Wenyong.

"Why did it take so long?" Sun Wenyong complained immediately when he saw her, but when he saw that she was still wearing the dress she was going on a date with, he was stunned again, "Didn't you mean to take a shower?"

Yang Yingmei said with a calm look on her face: "The food I ate at night may not be very clean, and my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. I wanted to take a shower for a while, but I haven't recovered yet, so here you are."

Sun Wenyong glanced at her, said nothing, and walked directly in. After entering the yard, he saw the bicycle placed in the corner of the yard, and couldn't help but ask: "Whose bicycle belongs to it?"

Yang Yingmei said calmly: "My own!"

"When did you get this hobby?" Sun Wenyong asked in confusion: "I remember you hated bicycles before, and you even told me that you would rather cry in a BMW than laugh on a bicycle?"

Yang Yingmei said with some surprise: "That should be what I said before I went to Germany. Do you still remember it after so long?"

Sun Wenyong said: "Of course, I remember every word you said!"

Yang Yingmei pretended to be calm and said: "People change. After so many years, I am no longer the same person as before. Now, in addition to driving a BMW, I also occasionally ride a bicycle."

"Really?" Sun Wenyong smiled noncommittally. As he walked in, his eyes kept turning left and right, and at the same time he said: "Driving a BMW is like iron wrapped in iron, but riding a bicycle is like flesh wrapped in iron. It's not necessarily that safe. How can you?"

Be careful!"

Yang Yingmei responded: "Don't worry, I will be careful!"
Chapter completed!