Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

"Master, what's the matter?" The butler entered the study.

"Uncle Luo, prepare a car, I'm going out for a while." Ling Yue rubbed his brows and said wearily.

Uncle Luo didn't expect Ling Yue to go out so late, he subconsciously dissuaded him: "Master, it's already very late, if there is really something to do, why not do it tomorrow."

Ling Yue shook his head and insisted: "Uncle Luo, prepare the car, I have to go now."

Seeing Ling Yue's firm attitude, Uncle Luo didn't try to persuade him any more. Uncle Luo was very clear about the character of the child he had seen growing up since he was a child. No one could change the decisions he made, and no one could change what he wanted to do. can stop.

Shaking his head, Uncle Luo could only try one last time: "Master, otherwise, shall I ask the driver to drive you?"

Ling Yue hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head: "Forget it, I can go by myself."

The butler nodded, and soon, a car key was in Ling Yue's hands.

In the middle of the night, the hustle and bustle of the city ended and the tranquility returned. Ling Yue pursed his lips tightly, without any scruples, and drove the car at a speed that was enough to accelerate the secretion of adrenaline.

Back then, who wasn't young and frivolous?Ling Yue was no exception. Moreover, although a man like him was usually steady and introverted, he was no less arrogant than anyone else in his bones.

At that time, Ling Yue was also a legend. Everyone knew that as soon as Ling Shao came out, there was no doubt that he would be No. 1 today, and everyone would fight for No. 2.

The pointer on the dashboard gradually tilted to the right, and the speed of the sports car was getting faster and faster. Ling Yue squinted slightly, feeling that the depression in his heart was slowly dissipating.

Suddenly, the horn honked from behind Ling Yue's car. Looking in the rearview mirror, he could vaguely see the outlines of those vehicles, each of which was a valuable sports car.

Ling Yue understood what they meant, and it probably meant: since we met, it was fate, why don't we compare?
Just compare!He Ling Yue is not afraid of anyone!

Pressing the horn for a long time was regarded as a response, Ling Yue stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car rushed out at a faster speed, and the sports cars behind also accelerated to catch up.

The scenery outside the window was elongated into a blurred shape, and the speed seemed to be flying. The passion in Ling Yue's heart was gradually ignited, and that feeling returned.

Skillfully shifting gears and stepping on the accelerator, Ling Yue has always been three cars ahead of those sports cars.

Seeing this, the young people in the back also tried their best to compete with Ling Yue, but the match where Ling Yue took the lead was not so easy to surpass.

If you look down at the road from the sky now, you can see several colorful streamers chasing each other, and everyone wants to be at the forefront.

After a while, these sports cars entered the urban area, and suddenly, Ling Yue's car stopped.

"Hey, buddy, this is not the end yet!" A young man with dyed red hair also stopped the car, rolled down the window and shouted.

The car window was lowered, revealing Ling Yue's handsome face: "No, I still have something to do, you can continue."

You say compare?Do you say you can't compare?The young people were dissatisfied, they felt that they hadn't enjoyed it at all, and they didn't expect that the other party would stop.

"Don't blame my buddy for not reminding you, if you quit the game early like this, you will lose!" The red-haired young man deliberately stimulated him.

People who love racing cars have a strong desire to win and lose, and they are most afraid of hearing the word "lose", especially Ling Yue.

However, this time Ling Yue still shook his head firmly: "I still have something to do, you guys continue to compete."

Seeing Ling Yue's determined look, the young man with red hair gave a "cut" in displeasure, and then retracted his head after shouting "You lose". After a while, the sound of the engine starting was heard, and the sports cars continued to drive. The hormones that have nowhere to rest are released.

There was no fluctuation in Ling Yue's heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little. Winning or losing is as good as he knows. If he hadn't quit midway, none of these young people would be his opponent.

Parking the car to the side of the road, Ling Yue stepped out of the car with his long legs.

Just now, seems to be here, he dropped Yan Hui's cell phone...

Ling Yue was a little uncertain. At that time, he just took a casual look outside and didn't remember the location at all.

These days, the cities are all under unified construction, and the roads are more or less the same, so Ling Yue had to look for a few possible roads.

After walking around, Ling Yue didn't see any suspicious items, and the streets were clean.

Well, I went the wrong way, Ling Yue continued to drive, and finally saw the wreckage of Yan Hui's cell phone on the road of the third street.

This phone was smashed to pieces after being thrown out, and it was also run over by wheels, so it looked...really miserable.

Ling Yue frowned and picked it up.

Anyone who is familiar with Ling Yue knows that President Ling Da has a slight obsession with cleanliness, which is not very strong, but he absolutely does not allow unclean things to appear in his sight.

But today, he squatted down, picked up Yan Hui's cell phone without getting too dirty, and even walked left and right, just to collect the split cell phones as much as possible.

If Qi Cheng or the butler Uncle Luo were here, their jaws would definitely drop.

The phone has been broken into such pieces, so of course it is unusable. Ling Yue thought about it and made a call.

"Xiao Zhang, get me a new phone, and one that can restore data..."

Assistant Zhang, who was hugging his girlfriend in the sweet dreamland, listened to Ling Yue's request in a daze, comforted his girlfriend who was woken up, and began to work bitterly.

No way, who made him unable to stand the temptation of generous salary, and signed the contract with "24 hours on call" without thinking clearly!
Taking the wreckage of the phone, Ling Yue drove back to Ling's house. The butler stayed up all day, and sat in the living room waiting for him.

Ling Yue was a little surprised, "Uncle Luo, you haven't slept yet?"

Uncle Luo stood up from the sofa: "I'm really worried about Young Master, so I'm going to wait for you to come back."

When Ling Yue heard this, the lines on his face softened a lot, "Didn't I come back well? It's getting late, Uncle Luo, go to bed quickly."

Uncle Luo nodded: "I am relieved that you are back, don't stay up late tonight, go to bed early."

Ling Yue nodded, turned around and went upstairs.

The early morning before dawn is the darkest time of the day. In the huge bedroom, only the bedside lamp emits a soft, dim light. Yan Hui has not fallen asleep until now.

Tears, like a faucet with a broken brake, kept flowing.The pillow under his head was wet, and it felt cool against his face, just like Yan Hui's mood at the moment.

The eyes are red and swollen, and the swelling is uncomfortable. If he falls asleep like this, the eyes will definitely look like rotten peaches tomorrow.