"Silt!"

Chen An couldn't keep up with him, he turned and stepped into a Porsche, raised his speed to the top speed, and chased after the Bugatti Veil.

At this time, the night was already deep, the eastern suburbs were far away from the city of Jinhai, the sky gradually began to rain lightly, Mo Nanjue drove at the maximum speed, the cold wind was like ice blades blowing on the skin, the man's handsome eyes narrowed, and the cold air in his body was even more penetrating than this cold wind.

There weren't many cars on the streets, and the royal blue Bugatti Vegan was shuttling back and forth like a ghost, and the men didn't lift their heads, and the bodies grazed the railings and other vehicles, making a piercing collision.

Monan Jue held the steering wheel in one hand and reached into his coat pocket with the other.

He took out a folded A4 paper, spread it out with his slender and beautiful fingers, the handsome face drawn by the woman on it was still lifelike, Mo Nanjue clenched his five fingers, and wanted to cinch the paper into a ball, but before he moved, he subconsciously pressed it tightly on his chest.

His thin lips were pursed, almost bleeding, Mo Nanjue was very hard, his five fingers were pressed tightly, and the piece of paper passed through the thin thread shirt to his chest, but it was a cold cold that was eroding the bones, he suddenly raised his hand and smashed it on the steering wheel with a punch!

The sports car lost control, made a sharp turn, and slammed into the stone pillar on the side, and the surrounding cars retreated in shock, and the huge billboard smashed down, and the man turned his head, and the hard sign rolled down the side of the sports car against his ears.

The delicate side of his face was rubbed with blood.

"Ahh

Mo Nanjue's eyes were scarlet, and his whole body was shrouded in yin, he stepped back the car, and then stepped on the accelerator with his hind foot, and flew out of the cloud again with a bang!

Chen An followed behind, and when he saw this, he slammed the horn hard, "Mo Nanjue!"

The man has long been ignorant, the voice in his ears is the wind, Mo Nanjue's eyes are full of only that rainy night, Steward Zhou's face turned around, and the corners of Luo Tingsong's mouth raised......

That's also your Monan Jue's seven inches!

This sentence lingered in his ears like a ghost, Mo Nanjue trembled all over, he gritted his teeth, he had never been so embarrassed, when did he need to be so embarrassed?

There are also a lot of women around him, and it can even be said that there are countless women, but what is it?

Why did it take her parents to die?!

Mo Nanjue's eyes burst out with fire, he stepped on the accelerator foot with all his strength, the extremely high-performance Bugatti Vihang rampage like a rocket, I don't know how many railings he hit along the way, Chen An followed behind, a heart almost hung out of his throat, he ripped off his tie and yelled forward, "Mo Nanjue, you fucking stop me!"

His words were naturally useless, Mo Nanjue drove the car all the way to the eastern suburbs, at this time the sky was already lightning and thunder, the man squinted his eyes slightly, the open hood at the top of the sports car was not closed, and the raindrops hit his face like silver needles, he raised his head, and felt that he was enjoying the piercing pleasure.

In the toll booth, the staff was packing up their things, and when they saw a car coming at a high speed, they picked up the walkie-talkie, "Attention, there is a ......"

Before the car could be exported, Bugatti Veiling grazed the railing of the toll booth and sped out, knocking the weight gauge into the air, and Monanjue accelerated and drove forward, there was no one here, but the railing on the side of the road looked new, obviously repaired.