It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

"Mr. Yan, I think we are so weak!" The second-generation rich man, holding a large piece of cake in his hand and preparing to wash the face of the person opposite him, looked at Song Tang in the middle of the crowd with admiration.

Yan Fei nodded vigorously, looking at Song Tang's eyes which were emitting an intense light.

Sister, from now on, Song Tang is his only sister!

Feeling that a lamp was lit again around the statue, Song Tang's magic battle was instantly interrupted.

The corners of Song Tang's mouth twitched slightly. It was impossible that someone would read some gossip and become her loyal follower, right?

"Jiang Qingshu, Zou Xinyue, and Xia Yunyun, right? You dare to cause trouble for my sister. I'll take note of this!" Yan Fei pushed through the crowd and walked in.

He was truly noble and cold, and acted like a young man from an aristocratic family to the fullest.

After making these pretentious remarks with his nose in the air, Yan Fei immediately ran to Song Tang in a very servile manner, just like a eunuch in front of the Empress Dowager.

Song Tang looked at the middle school boy speechlessly, and endured it in the end and did not offend him.

"I'm planning to go back. If you're on your way, give me a ride."

"twitter!"

A group of second-generation rich people came in a noisy manner, and then escorted Song Tang as he left in a proud manner, as if Song Tang was the leader.

Don’t underestimate them as just a group of second-generation rich people without real power, but they are the ones who truly stand at the top of Jiangcheng.

Especially the Yan family, whose roots are not in Jiangcheng, but in the capital, thousands of miles away.

Does this Song Tang have some unknown identity?

Thinking of this, most people present changed their expressions and began to inquire about the identity of this mysterious woman while chatting.

Among them was a noble lady with an elegant demeanor and an extraordinary bearing.

At this time, she secretly put down her mobile phone, quickly went to an empty corner, and made a call.

"Mingya, it's me. Did you see the photo I sent you just now? Do you look exactly like you when you were young?" Hearing the slightly excited voice on the phone, the lady quickly comforted him, "Think about it carefully. Do you have any relatives living outside? Don't tell anyone yet. I'll tell you everything after I come back."

Jiang Qingshu was full of regret at this time. He only knew that Song Tang was an orphan, good at studying, gentle, and most importantly, outstanding in appearance.

A girl like this who comes from a poor family, has outstanding looks, and graduated from a prestigious university.

Those who are lucky enough can climb up to a high branch and become a phoenix, while those who are less lucky can easily become a plaything of the rich.

Since the result is the same, it is better to let him get something for himself than to let those empty-headed rich second-generations get something for him!

That's why he spared no effort to seduce Song Tang, but he had no idea that the other party was so conservative that she didn't even let him touch her hand.

"Xinyue, listen to me, Song Tang said that on purpose just to get revenge on me. Can't you feel my feelings for you for so long?" Jiang Qingshu's face was full of hurt.

Seeing this, Zou Xinyue's heart, which had just been firm, couldn't help but begin to waver.

There is a play!

"Xinyue, I know I'm not worthy of you, and your family has never liked me." Jiang Qingshu lowered his posture and said softly, "For you, I work on the project day and night, just so that I can stay in school after I graduate with a doctorate. As long as I stay in Jiangcheng University, your parents will look up to me and will no longer stop us from being together."

He tentatively hugged Zou Xinyue, and this time Zou Xinyue did not refuse.

Jiang Qingshu was delighted and continued to speak sweet words in a soft voice.

Zou Xinyue’s grandfather is the vice president of Jiangcheng University and also a leading figure in the academic world.

Although my parents are not in academia, they own a fairly large technology company.

As long as he can marry Zou Xinyue, he will have a good choice whether he wants to work in academia or in a company in the future.

"For you, I broke up with my grandfather, quarreled with my parents countless times, and even moved out of home. You can't let me down, okay?" Zou Xinyue felt very aggrieved.

In his mind, Jiang Qingshu's gentleness and kindness appeared one moment, and Song Tang's words just now appeared the next.

"Even if I feel sorry for anyone, I won't feel sorry for you." Jiang Qingshu rubbed the top of the other person's head with his chin and whispered, "If I feel sorry for you in the future, let me die miserably!"

Zou Xinyue quickly raised her head and covered his mouth. Jiang Qingshu took the opportunity to kiss her palm. Zou Xinyue said coquettishly and moved her palm away.

I hope you remember your oath! Zou Xinyue thought so and buried her face in Jiang Qingshu's chest.

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Worried that Yan Fei and others might see something they shouldn't see, Song Tang got off the car about a hundred meters away from the mountain temple.

"It's late at night, and you're the only one on the mountain. I'd better take you directly to the door."

Song Tang didn't say anything. She picked up a stone and crushed it easily in front of Yan Fei.

"Oh oh oh-"

"Sister Tang is awesome!"

"Long live the Master!"

Suddenly, a group of second-generation rich people were like monkeys coming down from Mount Emei, howling non-stop.

Song Tang's heart skipped a beat and he casually threw a amulet to Yan Fei, who took it with joy.

"Hang it on the front of the car."

Hanging amulets on a luxury car...isn't it a bit tacky?

Yan Fei didn't think so. He was very proud. Master Song only gave it to him and not to others, which showed his superior status.

I hung up the amulet happily. There is a car race tonight, and Master Song's amulet will be the icing on the cake, right?

When we arrived at the agreed place, we saw a group of rich second-generation people in their twenties sitting opposite us.

Tonight they found a special trail that goes around the mountain, and they have to run around the mountain three times to complete the race.

The road is extremely steep, and if you are not careful you could end up driving straight down the mountain.

The rich second generation are both scared and excited, they play for the thrill, how can it not be dangerous!

"Mr. Yan, it's up to you tonight!" Several second-generation rich kids hurriedly rubbed Yan Fei's shoulders and cheered him up.

"This is a racing car I just brought back from Germany. Is your car okay?"

The person who will be racing with Yan Fei tonight is called Guo Wendong, who is considered a semi-professional racing driver.

Seeing Yan Fei and others appear, several people looked at each other and saw the three words "rich dog owner" in each other's eyes!

Compared with Yan Fei and others, they were at best slightly wealthy. Having 200,000 yuan in pocket money a month was considered a lot.

But if you race with Yan Fei's team, the prize money for one race can be as high as one million!

This is what it means to get rich overnight!

Especially since their skills are not that good and they prefer luxury cars, even if they have been modified, they can never be compared with real racing cars.

The only bad thing is that Yan Fei and others only compete occasionally, which reduces their chances of making money.

It was their turn to compete tonight, and Guo Wendong and his friends were excited the whole day.

"Get ready--" A gunshot rang out, and the two cars flew out like arrows from a bow.

Yan Fei's car was a flashy red color, and it looked particularly dazzling on this winding mountain road with only moonlight and no street lights.

His car was specially modified by professionals, and today I want to see its performance!

At the beginning he was far ahead, but unexpectedly, just after passing the first corner, he could vaguely see Guo Wendong following closely behind him.

Want to overtake? No way! Yan Fei stepped on the accelerator, the speed soared again, and the two cars once again widened the distance.

After that, Yan Fei never slowed down, and the car behind him never caught up. He was still a semi-professional, but that was all!

The next lap is the last one, and he must be in the best posture to welcome the cheers of his sons.

The third lap is over and the finish line is just ahead!

Huh? Why is there one more lap? Didn't we agree on three laps? Are these bastards cheating?

The fourth lap, the fifth lap... until Yan Fei had driven ten laps, he still didn't see the finish line.

"Where's Young Master Yan? Tell me, did you guys do something sneaky and hide him?"

"Despicable. He would do anything to win!"

Guo Wendong, who was surrounded, was confused. He had clearly seen Yan Fei's car right in front of him, so how come it disappeared after turning a corner?