Du Ziming's arrogance is also for a reason, last month he was the performance champion of the entire department, just the commission, after paying taxes, he took more than one million, so he hurriedly lifted this car, this is a Porsche, all of them landed more than 800,000 cars!

Driving down the street, it is particularly eye-catching, I don't know how many girls want to get in the car, and then take off their clothes and shout that the air conditioning is not good!

And what about the Mao Xiaohu in front of him, who is dressed in a Hailan family, looking at this poor and sour face, it is estimated that he is a small turtle in the city, relying on the fact that he has two houses at home, a little money, and after graduation, he bought a BMW car of four or five hundred thousand yuan and pretended to be forced here, a fucking parasite, what is it?

So when he invited Ye Yuhan to get in the car and show off his car keys, he deliberately slowed down to make sure they could see clearly, and then pressed the unlock button, and instantly Porsche's two frog headlights shone on, and the dazzling light shone through, and it looked particularly cool in the dim parking lot.

"How about it, Yuhan, take you for a ride?" Du Ziming said proudly.

After saying this, he looked at Ye Yuhan with joy, thinking that she would definitely not refuse, but unexpectedly, Ye Yuhan smiled and waved his hand, and said: "Forget it, I can't get used to the car of more than 800,000 yuan, it is not suitable for me, I should go and take a BMW." ”

With that, she walked to the side of the BMW.

In fact, Ye Yuhan is also telling the truth, she is such a big lady, she has sat in a cheap Mercedes-Benz S320 of one million since she was a child, and she has a Maserati of 1.3 million in her hands, isn't this not unaccustomed to a car of 800,000 yuan? It's too cheap to be in her eyes at all.

If you want to say that there are cars below one million, there is only one time, and it is Mao Xiaohu's Golf R, more than 500,000, but that is the Golf R, the strongest steel cannon on the surface, every second and every second, 95% of the cars can be killed in seconds!

Compared with Du Ziming's car, isn't it a level good at all?

This Macan, at best, sells a Porsche brand!

And Ye Yuhan's words made Du Ziming feel very surprised, "Yuhan, this ......"

Before he could finish his next words, a roar that shook the sky came from the BMW car next to him, this is because this BMW M5 is a special edition of the Night Knight, with a remote start function, Mao Xiaohu just pressed the button on the key, and instantly the engine made a surging loud noise, and the living creatures around ten meters trembled!

And because this is an underground garage, the sound can't be transmitted, and there is an echo, so this rumbling start sound is even more explosive, like thunder, causing everyone in the underground garage to look sideways.

"Fuck, it's a Porsche again!" After getting into the car, he closed the door, and Mao Xiaohu scolded extremely unhappily.

Thinking of the last time he met Qian Xiaojia's 911GT3, he was even more angry, and said that even the GT3 was abused by me, you a little Cayenne, a car of 800,000 yuan, dare to be arrogant in front of me? Do you know that my M5 bought you three?

When driving outside from the parking lot, he deliberately slowed down and waited for Du Ziming's Macan to catch up, and then the two cars parked side by side at the intersection at the corner of the investment bank, waiting for the red street light.

"Hey, Yuhan, do you want to think about it again, get in my car, my car is a Porsche, it only takes more than five seconds to 100 kilometers, and the acceleration thief is fast!" Du Ziming rolled down the window and said.

Seeing that Ye Yuhan ignored him, he held his breath, and while adjusting the driving mode to sport, he glared at Mao Xiaohu next to him, and said in his heart, Wait a minute, I can give you a dismount, so that you can see the power of pure Porsche blood!

At this time, Mao Xiaohu also glanced at him sideways, and returned an arrogant and sharp look.

It's probably the most bullying race ever, with the BMW M5 class, which used to race against the likes of Ferrari, Lamborghini, Aston Martin or Mercedes-Benz AMG, now down to the Macan, and it's the lowest-spec one.

The two instantly entered the battle state and were ready to go:

Both of them stepped on the brakes with one foot and pressed the accelerator with the other, and the tachometer needle flew and rotated, and soon hit the red line. As the tires rubbed against the ground, both beasts let out a muffled roar, as if they were about to erupt at any moment.

Soon, the green light came on, and after releasing the brakes, the two cars rushed out like arrows off the string.

But......

As soon as he ran ten meters, he didn't need to compare, and the battle was already over.

Damn, that BMW car actually had a catapult start, and when the green light turned on, the car flew out and gained maximum acceleration in an instant.

Five seconds had passed, and the Macan had just accelerated to 90 km/h, not yet 100 km/h, but the BMW in front of it had already disappeared without a trace.

Look at this speed, at least 150!

Du Ziming was stunned! He thought to himself what kind of car this was? It could actually accelerate to 150 kilometers in five seconds!

But.

In his cognition, Mao Xiaohu is just a local force who wears Hailan's house, at most, he has a little money at home, and he is dead to buy a BMW 5 Series!

Those low-key rich people themselves are much more visible, although they are low-key, the clothes they wear and the cars they drive are not very good, but that kind of temperament can't be hidden, but the poor and sour look of Mao Xiaohu in front of him, where can he get involved with the word rich?

I guess this BMW car was bought with a loan!

So he thought that this must be a BMW 5 Series modification, and did not think about it at a deeper level!

"Damn, a broken BMW 5 Series, a modified car, what are you dragging with Lao Tzu!" Du Ziming patted the steering wheel and scolded:

"Poor student, you student couple, I don't know how many pairs I've seen. Now it's a money society, and Lao Tzu's salary is hundreds of thousands of dollars a month! How can I break you up when I see it! I just need to throw some money down, and I won't have to worry about not being able to sleep with that little girl!"

……

At this time, Mao Xiaohu, who was riding in the dust, looked at the empty streets behind him, he had just won the victory, and he was in a much more relaxed mood after abusing Du Ziming.

However, thinking of the pictures of Ye Yuhan with him in the afternoon, I suddenly felt unhappy in my heart.

"Yuhan, what the is this?The people who drive a macan actually want to soak you, I really don't know how thick the sky is!" Mao Xiaohu patted the steering wheel and said indignantly.

After hearing this, Ye Yuhan smiled and said: "What's the matter, you, the rich second generation, are also jealous, do you eat my jealousy?"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, how can I be jealous!"

"Hahaha, you still said no, you're obviously blushing!"

Mao Xiaohu instantly became shy, but Ye Yuhan looked at him in embarrassment, covered his mouth and giggled.

"Hey, let me ask you, you said you weren't jealous, so why did you have a good chat in the afternoon and didn't reply to my text messages?

"No, no, my phone is out of battery...... Mao Xiaohu has never experienced this, especially when the girl came so close to ask, he was even more nervous, and his breathing became short.

"Oh, the phone is out of battery, so ......" Ye Yuhan held his chin with his fingers, pretending to think, and then suddenly brought that pretty face over:

"Hey, let me ask you, if I really got into his car just now, would you be angry?"

"No!"

"Oh, okay, then I'll get out of the car and go find him...... Hey, hey, why are you driving so fast!"

As he spoke, Ye Yuhan pretended to open the door.

But before he finished speaking, Mao Xiaohu stepped on the accelerator angrily, and the speed soared directly to 210!

This time Ye Yuhan fell on his back, and his back was directly attached to the seat, and the tense and exciting acceleration impacted her vision, which scared her, a racing fan, and pulled the handrail in the upper right corner in embarrassment!

"Hey, hey, okay, I'm joking, don't drive so fast in the city, be careful of accidents!" Ye Yuhan hurriedly shouted.

At this time, she looked at the side face of Mao Xiaohu next to her, and the more she looked at it, the more interested she became, thinking that this low-profile version of Peng Yuyan was really interesting, why don't you say it if you like me.