Are you sure you want to divorce me?

"Han Yufeng! You're going to die for me!"

"Young Master Wen, what's the matter? Do you need help?"

"..." Wen Wenyao didn't know what to think, hesitated for a while, and said to the staff, "It's no big deal, I can solve it myself. You go tell Jiang Shao and ask him to invite those people in the stands inside You can play anything, I treat you."

Han Yufeng could vaguely hear what Wen Wenyao said. He thought that this kid was good, and he knew how to save face for him. After all, he was indeed a descendant of the Wen family.Just at this time, he finally gathered some strength, and struggled to press the unlock button.

At this time, Wen Wenyao, who was struggling outside, heard the slight "click" sound, as if he heard the sound of nature. He couldn't wait to open the car door, and saw Han Yufeng lying motionless on the steering wheel, with one hand firmly Grabbing his abdomen, he could faintly hear rapid and slight gasps.

"Han Yufeng!!!" Wen Wenyao quickly picked up his upper body and supported him on the back of the chair. He felt that he had touched a stove.Observing his face carefully, he saw that his eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale and lifeless, and what was even more shocking was that there was still a trace of blood slowly flowing out from the corner of his mouth.

"Hey! Don't die in my car!" For some reason, Wen Wenyao blurted out such a sentence suddenly, and a slight regret rose in his heart.

"Dead... can't..." Han Dong gasped, and with his eyes closed, he was still in the mood to smile.

Wen Wenyao was so angry that he wanted to slap him to death, but he glared at him bitterly, and finally choked out, "The scourge will last for thousands of years, of course you won't die. Get up! I'll take you to the hospital!"

After finishing speaking, he raised Han Yufeng's arm and put it around his neck, intending to help him out of the car.

"Wait... Young Master Wen, does the bet count?"

"What time are you fucking still caring about this?"

"Of course...Wen Shaoshi, a gentleman, naturally disdains to be a villain."

"It's worth it! Do the math! You win, we'll discuss the proof tomorrow, okay? Are you going to get up?"

Only then did Han Yufeng relax his body, and cooperated with Wen Wenyao's movements, allowing him to help him out of the car and onto the co-pilot.

"Young Master Wen, you don't intend to use this car to take me to the hospital, do you?" Han Yufeng had already passed the most difficult time, and although he was still gasping for breath in pain, it didn't stop him from saying more. That's it.

"You don't have eyes? Don't you know how to look? Or does Director Han think that you have the strength to go outside to find your driver? This place, except for supercars, other cars can't get in." Wen Wenyao said, While starting the car, without looking at Han Yufeng, he drove the car directly off the track and headed for the exit.

Poor Han Yufeng managed to swallow the blood, but was hit by the speed of the devil, and finally couldn't hold back and vomited it out.

Wen Wenyao was taken aback, "Shit!"

But at this time, he didn't care about whether his car was dirty or not.You think, a good person suddenly vomited blood in front of him, Wen Wenyao, a young master who has never seen many storms, wouldn't he be scared out of his wits?

"Hello! Han Yufeng!"

"No...it's okay...don't be afraid."

"Who, who is scared?" Wen Wenyao stopped talking and turned his attention to the front, but this time, he also subconsciously slowed down.