Yu Ren didn't have time to think about it, and while watching the monitoring, he commanded more accurately.

Lu Mian was 100% relieved of him, he didn't have to think about it at all, he just concentrated on implementing Yu Ren's route arrangement.

"At the small intersection three hundred meters ahead, there are two detour locomotives that will appear in five seconds."

"There are only two seconds left at the green light, turn left into the tunnel."

"Two-thirds of the locomotives have been thrown off, and the next roundabout has been detoured three times, and the southeast intersection has entered the auxiliary road......"

Yu Ren's voice was transmitted to Lu Mian's side through the earphones.

Lu Mian's expression was calm, and he was only responsible for execution. It's like the relationship between a racer and a navigator, and it's a matter of dedication.

The three people in the car also heard Lu Mian on the phone, although they didn't know the identity of the girl, but at this moment, they were completely impressed by her. Every time they thought they were about to crash, she was always able to resolve it safely. Every time they thought they were cornered, she would always shine.

She's not a big guy, she's a dad!

Anyway, in the car, except for Sister-in-law Wang's uncontrollable screaming, the driver and Liang Xueyan covered their mouths, trying not to disturb her.

But Lu Mian himself didn't have the slightest nervousness, and occasionally smiled and chatted with the person on the other side of the phone.

"Shuai Yu, the air here in Hongcheng is quite fresh......"

Three: ......

Give your knees to your father.

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Xiao Qimo here sat in the car, holding a document in his hand, flipping through it slowly.

Mo Si, the co-pilot in the front row, couldn't sit still, and while looking at the time, he instructed the driver in fragments.

"Master, please hurry up, we have an important meeting at ten o'clock. If you are late, it will not affect the impact and miss important meeting content. In case they tell some secrets behind my master's back and don't tell my master, then ......"

He chattered.

"Ahem." There was a cold cough from behind, as if there was disgust.

Mo Si immediately covered his mouth and stopped making noise.

"I want to be fast, but the road doesn't allow it." The driver knew that there was a man sitting behind him, and his tone was bitter, and he was helpless: "The two gentlemen don't know, our traffic jam in Hongcheng is more serious, and it would be good to be able to drive at this time." No matter how fast it is, it's impossible. ”

Mo Si shook his head and wanted to talk again, when suddenly something flew past him, and the speed was so fast that the blink of an eye disappeared.

He was stunned for a moment, then stood up, and searched everywhere, but found—

A local taxi in front of him was speeding down this not very smooth road. Overtaking, stopping, rubbing, seamless no drilling, no holes, like a flexible fish, cruising in the sea of cars.

it!

Mo Si was instantly excited, pointed to the front and said excitedly: "Master, how is it impossible!" Look at the people! Hell, that's cool! is also a taxi driver, why is there such a big gap! ”

The driver's face was full of shock and question marks: it seemed to be a colleague's car......

Mo Si encountered something he was interested in, and turned to look at Xiao Qimo in the back row: "Master, did you just see that car?" Awesome! The car skills are stable! Just now, it almost rubbed against me! ”

Xiao Qimo's mind didn't seem to be here, so he hummed lightly and didn't look up.

"Master, if you look at it, you won't be able to see it immediately! Really handsome! I guess the driver must be a retired racer, so steady! ”

Driver: When did Lao Fang become a retired racing driver?

Ink Strontium Strong Amway.

In exchange for the cold and calm eyes of the man in the back seat, there is still a bit of unknown complexity hidden in his eyes.

"Grandpa......"

Xiao Qimo finally responded, his fingers paused when he turned the page, and said lightly: "Tell Mo Nickel and let him report the news to you once every two hours." ”

"What's the news?".

The man's calm features were dyed with a touch of gentleness, and he pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, "News of Mrs. Xiao in the future." ”