Although the Ferrari didn't ignite, Yan Yun held the elliptical steering wheel, and his heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate. The oval steering wheel definitely has the magic to make all men reluctant to let go.

Pursing his somewhat dry lower lip, Yan Yun gently pressed the red button on the left engine start in the center of the steering wheel with his thumb.

After Yan Yun's thumb was pressed, the sound of the engine starting sounded. Then there was the sound of the engine spinning, which was not the slightest flaw.

At the same time, the gauges lit up, but the most eye-catching thing was definitely the car's yellow rev counter.

Listening to the gentle and magnetic sound of the engine turning, Yan Yun took a deep breath and lightly pressed the accelerator pedal with his right foot. An extremely regular roar rang out.

"What a great voice" Yan Yun secretly praised in his heart, and couldn't wait to press the L button next to the driver's seat, and the G button was changed to manual mode, which slowly loosened the handbrake.

Flipping the paddle shifters and lightly stepping on the accelerator, Ferrari rushed forward abruptly, but Yan Yun didn't feel the slightest surprise. Instead, a satisfied smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Not waiting for the Ferrari F430 to move forward by one meter. Yan Yun directly stepped on the accelerator to the end, making the Ferrari F430 like a roaring beast and slaughtering towards the front of the asphalt road.

Sitting in the Ferrari 430 and listening to the roar of the engine, Yan Yun's heartbeat became rapid and rapid, and the tingling pain in his whole body was completely left behind by Yan Yun.

The fleeting scenery made him have no time to look at the speed gauge, so fast, very fast. This kind of speed is the speed that the Ferrari F430 should have!

After releasing all the rage, Yan Yun's heartbeat gradually calmed down, and the speed of the Ferrari F430 also decreased.

It's not that Yan Yun doesn't want to be racing for a while, it's just that the fuel gauge is about to bottom out, and if he doesn't refuel, the Ferrari F430 can only be discarded as scrap metal on the side of the road.

Weighing the momentary refreshment, and finding gasoline to soar at any time, Yan Yun drove the Ferrari F430 to the underground parking lot leisurely.

"Uncle Yang, I'm back." Before he drove in, Yan Yun just shouted loudly.

Yang Nan, who was writing down something with a small notebook on the side, closed the small notebook with a smile and walked over, while Yang Ting glared at him with resentment from Yan Yun one meter away.

"Out of gas?" Glancing at the Ferrari that made him very tempted, Yang Nan had already expected it and said, in fact, he also wanted to get on the Ferrari F430 and drive around, but now that Yan Yun has not returned, he naturally can't leave, if more than 20 people digging small crystals here run out of the road, it will be extremely troublesome.

"Hmm. Uncle Yang, do you have oil? Unbuckling the seat belt and turning off the Ferrari, Yan Yun took the car key and moved it out of the Ferrari driver's seat with some difficulty, and asked with some regret.

Driving, Yan Yun didn't have much interest before the end of the world, the reason is very simple, no car, no good car, but now driving this Ferrari F430 Yan Yun is definitely a little addicted. As for gasoline, there are more than a dozen cars in the underground parking lot that still have some left in the fuel tank, but most of the rest is in Yang Nan's hands.

"Yes, fill it up?" Yang Nan smiled, since he was no longer digging small crystals, he had been leisurely. A day of bookkeeping, reporting the situation, the rest of the time is very much, out of precautions, he put his mind on the car in the underground parking lot.

The car can't be driven away without a key, but finding the fuel tank and pumping out the gasoline inside is not a problem. In the past two months, he has collected all the gasoline he can find.

Scraping together, picking up leaks left and right, there are about more than 400 kilograms. However, according to the speed at which the Ferrari F430 consumes 15.7-18.3 liters of fuel per 100 kilometers, it will not be able to run more than 2,000 kilometers twice with a full tank of fuel. It's really unbearable for ordinary people.

"Well, fill it up, by the way, Uncle Yang has also tired you these days, after filling up, you will drive around?" Yan Yun handed over the Ferrari key in his hand, knowing that it is better to be happy alone than to be happy, rather than driving crazy alone, it is better to let everyone drive crazy together!

"No problem, my old bones should also relax." When Yang Nan heard Yan Yun's words, a smile appeared on his face, he snatched the key handed over, opened the car door and sat in eagerly.

Under the surprised gaze of Yan Yun and Yang Ting, Yang Nan inserted the key, started the engine, and stepped on the accelerator to pour the Ferrari F430 to the side of the minibus.

Getting off the Ferrari, Yang Nan found a water pipe to refuel the Ferrari from the 170L tin bucket on the side, and when he refueled, Yang Nan didn't pay attention to Yan Yun and Yang Ting's strange eyes, and looked happy.

After filling up, Yang Nan didn't even say hello, and after a gorgeous drift straightened the body, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out of the underground parking lot.

Seeing that Yang Nan drove a Ferrari more smoothly than himself, Yan Yun couldn't help but look at Yang Ting on the side.

"I, my dad used to be a Ferrari fan" Yang Ting, who was a little stunned, said a little dumbfounded as she watched her unfamiliar father Yang Nan rush out of the car in a Ferrari.

But after finishing speaking, Yang Ting thought of something, and immediately glared at Yan Yun with a smile in her eyes, and then walked to the minibus to rest.

Shrugging his shoulders, Yan Yun endured the stinging pain all over his body and walked to the fire to cook, he hadn't eaten for a day, he was really a little hungry, people were iron rice and steel were panicked if he didn't eat a meal. Not to mention a day.

The smoke curls up, the rice is fragrant, Yan Yun took the military canned food and used chopsticks to eat a bite of rice that was hot to the bottom of his heart, so hot, so comfortable, and after eating it in one bite, Yan Yun couldn't stop just like driving a Ferrari F430. With shredded potatoes on the side, eat quickly.

Three minutes later, a military canned rice, a semi-military canned potato shreds, and a 600ml bottle of water were wiped out by Yan Yun.

After eating and drinking, Yan Yun felt that the stinging pain in his whole body became more intense, and his heart moved, and the pain was unbearable, so he walked to the place where he usually slept in the minibus.

As for Yang Ting's continuous resentful gaze at her, Yan Yun immediately walked up to her when she entered the minibus and said, "I'm sorry, I had amnesia when I woke up." I shouldn't have questioned you. Then it slowly disappeared.

In Yan Yun's cooking and eating, Yang Ting's anger was actually almost gone, but she just had a little bit of resentment, that is, it was clear that Yan Yun was very sober at the time, and when she woke up, she was so blamed on herself.

In fact, it's not on her own head that Yan Yun just wants to ask clearly, but Yang Ting just feels that something is very wrong, is it that she has suffered a loss? It's not a loss, anyway, he looks at him by himself, and he doesn't look at himself.

What is wrong? Why did you want to lift Yan Yun's quilt at that time? Angry? That's right, I'm annoyed.

After Yan Yun's apology, Yang Ting felt that she was too reckless, and when she wanted to say something to explain, Yan Yun had already laid down on the back seat of the minibus and covered the quilt to rest.

Time slowed down, Yan Yun fell asleep unconsciously, and Yang Ting was a little idle, looking at the more than 20 people working hard in the corner through the window of the minibus. I don't know what Lu Dao is thinking.

(It's been a day, and the collection is still 6 to 700.) Guys, don't tease the meat buns, okay? The second is to ask for recommendations. Ask for collections. Today is the last day of 2013. Happy New Year's Day to all of you. All wishes come true. Success!! ）