Zhao Qianjun looked at the fiery red Maserati in front of him with a dull gaze, flashed a few times, made a brisk beeping sound, and then slowly turned his head to look at the beautiful woman with a moving temperament next to him, as well as the car key engraved with the trident icon in her hand, her face turned from white to red, then from red to blue, and finally became the color of purple, black, purple and black.

To tell the truth, Zhao Qianjun's BMW 5 series sedan is priced between four and five hundred thousand to eight or nine hundred thousand according to the configuration, which is also a luxury car in the eyes of ordinary people.

But it also depends on what it is compared to, the Maserati sports car in front of him, whether it is the perfect streamlined body, the elegant trident logo, the domineering four eight license plates, or the minimum starting price of more than two million, all aspects are enough to blow him up more than a street.

Zhao Qianjun didn't say a word, started the BMW car and rushed out, regardless of the fact that he almost scraped a Toyota Highlander next to him, causing a burst of chaos and scolding, and just left in black smoke.

Liu Mengqing wrinkled her lovely Yao nose, snorted coquettishly, turned around, but saw that Xia Yun, who had been calm all the way, also opened his mouth wide, looking stunned and very surprised, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, and a kind of pleasure as if he had succeeded in a prank suddenly rose in his heart, stretched out his snow-white jade palm, and shook it in front of his eyes.

"Hmph...... Guitar man, aren't you calm this time? ”

Xia Yun came back to his senses, closed his mouth, looked at the BMW in the distance and the beautiful woman in front of him, and couldn't help but whistle loudly in his heart, and said thoughtfully, "This Mr. Zhao is really unlucky, he claims to be handsome and rich, and he is like a peacock opening the screen along the way, but he didn't expect the canary to suddenly transform into Bai Fumei, who is at the level of the main god, I wonder if he will have psychological obstacles when he picks up girls in the future......"

"He deserves it!" Liu Mengqing pursed her lips and smiled, not wanting to discuss Zhao Qianjun anymore, and said to Xia Yun, "Hey, where are you going, do you want me to give you a ride?" ”

How did this sound so familiar, Xia Yun touched his nose and refused with a smile, "I'll go to Licheng, there is a taxi in front of me that can go directly, so I won't trouble you." ”

Liu Mengqing was so casually polite, she didn't really want to send Xia Yun, she just nodded and smiled when she heard this, said politely goodbye, picked up her luggage and put it in the trunk of the Maserati, opened the door and started the car to leave.

Xia Yun watched the fiery red Maserati disappear from sight, smiled faintly, tightened the guitar on his shoulder, pulled up the suitcase and walked forward.

On the other side of the railway station square, there is a taxi distribution center, as long as the price is negotiated, you can basically go anywhere in the entire city of Viet Ninh.

However, after walking a few steps, another car stopped on the side of the road with a sharp brake sound.

Xia Yun turned his head to look, this time it was a seven-seater gold cup, the door opened, and seven or eight young men walked out of it, holding weapons such as wooden stick sticks in their hands, the leading man had yellow hair, and a golden necklace with the thickness of his thumb hanging around his neck, he glanced left and right, and saw Xia Yun who was carrying a guitar and pulling a suitcase on the side, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he reached out to him, and a group of people walked towards Xia Yun menacingly.

"It's the kid with the guitar on his back!"

Xia Yun's mind suddenly flashed on the train, Zhao Qianjun's vicious eyes when he was leaving, and suddenly a spirit was excited, he pressed back the lever of the suitcase, changed it to mention, and ran along the road without saying a word.

Huang Mao, who was behind, saw that Xia Yun had run away, shouted Damn, don't run, and chased after a group of people from walking to running.

It's stupid if you don't run, Xia Yun secretly scolded the gangster's lines that were really not new at all, and just like these few sentences over and over again, while cursing the glasses man Zhao Qianjun in his heart for giving birth to a son who has no asshole, but he ran more happily under his feet.

The people around looked at this momentum and roared...... Spread around, give them a place, and then point and talk about it on the side, and some took a few photos with their mobile phones, and it is estimated that some micro-Bokong is broadcasting live.

After running through two intersections, Xia Yun was out of breath and gradually couldn't run, after all, he was carrying a suitcase in his hand and a guitar on his back, if it hadn't been for the red light at the intersection that stopped Huang Mao's gang for half a minute, they would have caught up with him.

Turning his head to look at the yellow-haired people who were getting closer and closer, he was thinking about whether to stop and fight with them, and pull a few pads, when another brake sound came, and the Maserati with four eight-license plates stopped on the side of the road, and Bai Fumei, who had just left, was shouting at him, "Get in the car......!" ”

There is no doubt that at this moment in Xia Yun's eyes, this Bai Fumei is an angel with a circle of light on his head and wings on his back, and under the surprise, Xia Yun did not hesitate to carry the box in three steps and make two steps to rush forward and sit in the car.

The car started quickly and drove away, leaving the yellow-haired people who had just arrived, who were also panting, waving sticks and scolding.

The Maserati drove steadily at a speed of fifty yards, and after a while, he couldn't see the gangsters, Xia Yun let out a long breath, moved the guitar behind his back to him, and fastened his seat belt, only then did he feel sore, and the whole person collapsed.

"What's going on?"

"Why are you still here?"

But the two of them spoke at the same time. Liu Mengqing glanced at Xia Yun, who was still panting, and said with some amusement, "Just when the car stopped on the side of the road and called someone, I saw a person with a guitar on his back being chased by several people...... I said, "Where are you singing?" ”

Xia Yun rolled his eyes, stretched his body and leaned on the seat to look at the beautiful face in the rearview mirror in the car, "Isn't it caused by some red faces?" ”

"These people were found by Zhao Qianjun?"

Liu Mengqing Bingxue was smart and could understand it at a glance, and couldn't help but say to Xia Yun a little apologetically, "I'm sorry...... I'm the one who hurt you. ”

Xia Yun smiled, "Just kidding, I don't blame you, it's that guy is too small, he can't blame the government for his hard life, and he can't blame the society for his back......"

Liu Mengqing sneered, seeing that Xia Yun's expression didn't seem to be fake, and he really didn't take this matter to heart, so he put his mind at ease and asked, "Where are you going now?" I'll send you! ”

This time, I mean it from the bottom of my heart.

Xia Yun groaned slightly, and said to Liu Mengqing, "Then please send me to Central China, I'll take a taxi home there." ”

There is a bus station there at Huazhong Gate, although it is too late to run out of buses, but there will be no shortage of taxis.

Liu Mengqing nodded, concentrated on driving, and stopped talking.

At night, there is less traffic flow, basically no traffic jam, with the speed of Maserati, less than ten minutes, in front of the Central China Gate bus station.

Xia Yun waited for the car to stop, unbuckled his seat belt, picked up his suitcase and got out of the car with his guitar, and said to Liu Mengqing with a smile, "Thank you for your beauty at night, see you again in the future!" ”

Liu Mengqing sat in the car, watched Xia Yun walk to the middle of a bunch of taxis, leaned on the roof of one of the cars, said a few words to the driver, and then put the suitcase and guitar in the back seat of the taxi.

The taxi started to leave, Liu Mengqing thought back to today's encounter, couldn't help but smile, and suddenly found that this man who looked a little handsome and had a little vicissitudes of temperament, not only did he not introduce himself from beginning to end, nor did he ask for his name and contact information, and he even talked to himself less often.

Liu Mengqing waved her hand as Xia Yun looked like just now, and said that she would see you again, and then sneered and muttered to herself, "What an interesting weird guitar man......"

Start the Maserati and turn around and leave.

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