C145 (2/2)

”Hehe, Brother Duan is joking. However, my daughter is a little similar to how I was back then.”

< p > ”Oh?”

Duan Hong looked up and down at Yan Xiaowen, but didn't see any similarities between Ruth and him, so he discovered many things that didn't look like it.

Yan Xiaowen had a typical eastern face, but her daughter looked like a half-breed. Could it be that this old fox had a foreign wife?

However, although this fellow appeared to be open-minded, he was actually very conservative.

Yan Xiaowen continued: ”We all like passion, cars, and speed! Ruth was an amateur racer when she was in school in America. There's no difference between males and females in the car lanes.

< p > Racing car?

Duan Hong's mind immediately lit up. ”I still have a competition tonight, if I can bring along this kind of fake foreign girl, it might not be bad —”

”If I may ask, Brother Yan, is your wife a foreigner?”

< p > ”No, what's wrong?”

”Oh, it's nothing, just a casual question.”

Duan Hong thought in his heart: ”Ruth definitely isn't the old fox's blood. If that's the case, the old fox is rather pitiful.

As night fell, Duan Hong bid farewell to Yan Xiaowen and drove past the intersection of Eastern Avenue. Seeing that all the renovations had stopped, he guessed that the workers had already gotten off work.

After returning to the rented apartment across the sea and finding no trace of Han Luo, she went somewhere to check the time. It was already 7: 30.

Thinking about his eight o'clock appointment with Xu Yong, Duan Hong drove towards the Northern Ring Road.

The street lights on both sides of the street were dim, the peak hours had just passed, and the traffic on the road was sparse. There were a total of four lanes on North Ring Road.

< p > There was a fence in the middle that separated the lanes, so there were only two lanes that led to it. Once there were more cars, it would be difficult to overtake them.

Duan Hong who was far away saw that there were a lot of lights shining under the viaduct in front of him. The roars of the motor continuously came from that place.

Looks like it's time to go to the meeting place.

Duan Hong drove over slowly. Looking at the rearview mirror, he realized that there were a lot of locomotives flying towards him.

With a hu sound that exceeded Duan Hong's Tank, some weirdly dressed youths sat on the locomotive. Some of them even sat in the back of the train to expose their female identity, while some of them even raised their middle fingers to whistle at Duan Hong.

After dozens of locomotives passed in a row, Duan Hong arrived at the parking lot under the viaduct. In the middle of the parking lot was a large oil barrel with an open mouth filled with crumbs filled with gasoline.

The surroundings were all kinds of super sports cars. Duan Hong first parked the car in a far corner, and when he got off the car, he could see that every single one of the surrounding cars looked a lot better than his TT.

Many men and women flirted and shouted. A man wearing a coquettish red scarf walked over and said rudely to Duan Hongshen: ”Tickets!”

< p > Ticket?

< p > ”What ticket?” I, your father, have not! ”

Duan Hong knew that the more courteous he was towards this kind of Young Hooligan, the more he thought it was easier to bully them.

The red scarfed man sized Duan Hong up: ”You don't even know your ticket? You can't be a spy from the police, right? Brothers, there's a spy here! ”

He suddenly shouted out loud, calling over the few youngsters who were closer to him. These people were all bare-armed with all kinds of tattoos and wore large golden chains around their necks. They looked like the number one old man in the world.

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