Fast Time Travel: The Posture of the Female Supporting Counterattack

Chapter 240 The Rich Young Lady's Peerless Helping Brother Demon ([-])
"Yo, isn't this Young Master Lan?"

Seeing Lan Xing coming in, Zhang Xixi stepped forward a few times, and pushed away the young man covered in necklaces, "Damn, Young Master Lan, didn't you say you won't come today?"

"Don't mention it, my gallery is ruined." Lan Xing wrapped his hands around Zhang Xixi's neck, "So come and see."

"No way, Young Master Lan." Zhang Xixi poked Lan Xing's chest, "How could Missy disagree with your request?"

Young Master Lan is the leader of this group of people. In addition to being rich, there is also a young lady who dotes on him so much, who spoils Young Master Lan as his own son. Although he has a father on his head, he doesn't care much about it. Well, although everyone in this group is a rich second generation, the sum of their prodigal money is far less than that of Lan Da. Naturally, whoever has money is the standard boss.

"Damn!" Lan Xing passed by the young man with necklaces, grabbed a few necklaces from the young man's neck, and hung them on his neck, "The old man told me about this in private, my sister, I guess she doesn't know about it yet."

"Hey, your father is in charge this time, how about I congratulate you in advance, little brother, happy "enthronement"!"

"Happy ass, get out of here." Lan Xing pushed Zhang Xixi away. Zhang Xixi was not angry and whistled, then rolled away smoothly and then came back.

"Master Lan, why don't you go out for a while?" Zhang Xixi looked at Lan Xing winkingly, "My little brother never thinks performance art is interesting? It's just a bunch of brainless people who wear less clothes than beggars, or something Demons and ghosts who don’t wear clothes, are demons dancing around?”

"Yo, you stopped cheering for Dingdang? I thought you really knew what performance art is." Lan Xing looked at the young man with a neck full of necklaces just now, and Dingdang returned Lan Xing with a big smile.

"Look at what you said, supporting a Ding Dong's personal hobby, isn't that what we brothers should do if we live in heaven and wait for death?" Zhang Xixi said plausibly, Lan Xing sneered and didn't comment.

The waves in Zhang Xixi's mouth mean that when the bikers go racing on the highway, racing in broad daylight is enough waves and exciting enough.

Several wealthy second generations nearby heard the conversation between Zhang Xixi and Lan Xing, and immediately became very excited. Everyone who is not an "aspiring and passionate youth" also has their own chariots. Mad, performance art is as comfortable as drag racing, screaming Go surfing now.

After half an hour.

A group of rich second generations rode their chariots and appeared on Yunlu Highway. Although this road is backtracked, there are not a few vehicles passing by during the day. The drag racing team must overtake every car. middle finger up.

The subwoofer that comes with the chariot emits explosive heavy metal music, and the rich second generations howl loudly with the beat of the music.

"Made, are these little bastards dying?"

The chariot was either forced to stop, or the steering wheel was slammed, or the half-dead driver was frightened and honked angrily...

"How's it going, are you hi?" Lan Xing shouted loudly while riding on the chariot.

"Hey, hey, hey, he's so excited."

"Everyone, when we get to the front, are you interested in playing another round?"

"Have……"

The rich second generations answered excitedly. The first half of the word had a loud voice, and the second half of the word was like a punctured balloon. It disappeared in a flash. Lan Xing felt something was wrong and looked forward. The familiar figure in front of him, how could it be... …sister……

Dig!

Why is the eldest lady here... Are you blind...

A group of wealthy second-generation racers looked at the eldest lady in front of them, with her back on the sports car, her hands folded across her chest, and a big smile on her face. Behind her, several police cars flashed red and blue lights, and several policemen squatted not far away. There is a long bloodstain on the ground, which is also mixed with white unknown objects...

This group of rich second generations immediately felt a urge to urinate, and hurriedly braked...

Bang!
I don't know which unlucky guy slipped his wheel and fell to the ground. This fall is not a big deal, and the three or four Harley motorcycles behind him also suffered. Several people fell on their backs, including Lanxing.

"Lan Xi, do you want my people to take a look?"

The person who spoke was Yi Zhibai, captain of the criminal police. He had just received a call from the traffic police brigade. There was a bizarre car accident on the southern section of Yunlu Highway. It was judged to be not an ordinary car accident. It was suspected to be a murder. Just ran into Lan Xi's car.

Then, Yi Zhibai received a call from Lan Xi, telling him that there was a group of people racing on Yunlu Highway and asked Yi Zhibai to help him. Lan Xi didn't tell him the specific details. Yi Zhibai replied without thinking, As long as it doesn't interfere with official duties and doesn't break the law, he will help with this.

For this former comrade-in-arms, Yi Zhibai is convinced, except that he is a little indifferent, his professional ability is really not to be challenged.

What's more, Lan Xi, who is now half of the head of the Lan Group, has donated a lot to the police force over the years, especially the help of sacrificed and disabled police officers and their families.

"No need, such a fall will cause skin trauma at most."

Seeing Lan Xi's refusal, Yi Zhibai didn't have much to say, so he turned his head and told the colleagues behind him to work quickly.

"Eldest...Eldest Miss, there was...a car accident in front, in front?"

Several people who fell helped each other up, looked at Lan Xi who was walking in front of him and asked stammeringly.

"Take off the helmet for me, and follow me."

"Miss, what are you doing?" Zhang Xixi asked.

"Hurry up, don't talk nonsense with me, believe it or not, I'll call your father right away?" Lan Xi raised the phone in Yang's hand, and a group of rich second generations took off their helmets tremblingly.

"Sister..." Lan Xing repeated his old trick, showing a regretful expression on his broken face, but this time it didn't work.

"shut up."

Only now did she have time to take a good look at Lan Xing, a living person. His face was basically carved out of the same mold as Lan Wende. He was handsome and handsome, and he could make his debut without plastic surgery.

The rich second generation heard Lan Xi's unique roar at Lan Xing, and the bosses stared at Lan Xing one after another, and they all paid attention to Lan Xing. It's over, the young lady is absolutely angry this time, and the consequences of the young lady's anger are very serious.

Back in the day, when Lan Xing was not their boss, but someone who could be bullied, the eldest lady would beat five of them without breathing. Xing's troubles, and in the end he was beaten up by the eldest lady alone.

That time, even though the eldest lady was besieged by more than a dozen people, she was bleeding and had the same big smile on her face as today.

The smile was bright, but actually it was dark and terrifying.

These two fights became a nightmare for the young minds of this group of people. Coupled with the special occupation chosen by the young lady, to put it bluntly, this group of wealthy second-generation people who had five or six generations before them, thought about it in front of the young lady. Farting has to be tolerated.

(End of this chapter)