The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

The strange smell in the car made Bai Mo swallow his saliva subconsciously.

He curled his lips and couldn't help but curse, "Fuck, what kind of ghost grandson?"

Does this guy really know how to drive? Rushing to die in broad daylight?

Bai Mo stepped out of the car and leaned on the slightly bruised butt of the car, with a hint of rage on Bai Nuo's face.

If the wife is injured, the second master will skin her!

"We can't let this stupid thing go easily!"

This car was modified and the damage was not serious, but the damage to the rear-end car was more miserable.

The head of Zhang Yang's red supercar was dented, and the screws with the license plate number fell to the ground.

It hung loosely on it, as if a breeze could blow it away.

"Sorry... I drank some wine last night... I will be responsible for the compensation..."

The door of the supercar opened, and a slender and tall figure stepped out.

The man's voice was dry and hoarse, so he must have drank a lot last night.

He was wearing a colorful shirt, with the cuffs rolled up to his mid-arm, and the three buttons on the front were unbuttoned, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin.

Hey, the devilish peacock!

There was a hint of ridicule in Bai Mo's eyes, "What's the point of being sorry?"

He jumped off the butt of the car and walked straight in front of the other party.

Bai Mo grabbed Gu Xichen's shirt collar and pushed him back against the body of the supercar.

"Why the hell are you driving when you're not sober? Do you want to kill yourself or someone else? Based on this alone, I have the right to suspect that you deliberately committed drunken murder!"

There was an uncomfortable feeling on my neck as my shirt was being grabbed tightly.

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Gu Xichen's face, which was not yet fully awake.

"Are you crazy? Who are you to deserve my murder? Isn't it just a collision? Just tell me how much compensation you want!"

The collar of his shirt was getting tighter and tighter, and he frowned in discomfort, with an impatient look on his slutty face.

"Fuck, if you know what you're doing, let go!"

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"..."

"Brother, will you be so slow?"

Lu Qingyun, who was sitting in the car, put down the book in her hand, her porcelain-white face wrinkled into a soft bun.

This cheap brother has always been domineering in Mingdu City and has never suffered any losses. This time he will definitely bully others based on his family background.

But after waiting for a long time, the matter was not resolved!

Gu Qingyun raised her head in confusion, and when she saw Bai Mo's soft face, she felt a little irritated.

How could you be so unlucky to meet a teacher in school?

It seems... she still needs to take action on this matter.

Lu Qingyun put away the displeasure on her face and pushed open the car door and walked next to the two of them.

"Teacher Bai, my brother didn't bump into you on purpose. Can you let go first?"

She stretched out her little hand and put it on Bai Mo's arm to pull him away, but this tiny force couldn't shake him at all.

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Inside the Land Rover, Mu Changying tied the bandage and picked up the scissors to cut it open.

She looked at the bandaged wound with a bright smile on her lips, clapped her hands gently and gave a crisp round of applause.

"Hey hey hey, it's done!"

"Yingbao's craftsmanship has improved again."

Rong Liyuan lowered his eyes and looked at his palms, with slight ripples appearing in his eyes.

The smile on the girl's face became brighter and brighter when she heard his compliment, as dazzling as the stars in summer.

Mu Changying put the tools back into the medicine box, "By the way, why hasn't Xiao Momo come back yet? If you are too slow, you will be late. He will take the students from Class 7 to attend the opening ceremony soon."

It's impossible for him to handle things so slowly. Is there some emergency?

She turned to look behind the car and saw a man and a woman standing in front of the red supercar that caused the accident.

The girl in the Qingjin school uniform had her back turned to her so she couldn't see her face clearly, but the man in the floral shirt with a dazed look on his face was something she couldn't forget.

Gu Xichen!

Her good brother!