The cannon fodder of Quick Travel got what he wanted

Chapter 1620: The Early Death of Bai Yueguang 10

Lin Zhefeng had a tense face. A follower came to the back seat, and Murong Jin also got into Rong Qiaoyin's car.

He was chattering with Rong Qiaoyin in the back, treating him as the driver, and he couldn't interrupt even if he wanted to.

Murong Jin reviewed the game and discussed it with Rong Qiaoyin with great interest.

"Do you like racing? I'll take you to play this Saturday. You'll be the co-pilot. My driving skills are great, and I'll let you experience the speed and passion." Murong Jin felt like he had met someone of the same kind.

Fu Yiyuan doesn't play games and rarely plays racing.

Duanmu Ye likes quietness and doesn't like noisy places. He breaks up and gets back together with his girlfriend for the sake of art.

Shangguan Xuanyuan hasn't been playing around recently. He's been chasing after a girl, but he hasn't succeeded in half a month.

Rong Qiao Yinting was very interested, "Is it true? Are you a good driver?"

Murong Jin raised his chin with a proud look, "Of course, I will definitely let you feel the speed of the wind."

Lin Zhefeng wanted to talk but stopped himself, but he had no right to stop her. Rong Qiaoyin was just making friends normally, and she was so interested in him. It would definitely be a disappointment if she was interrupted.

Lin Zhefeng couldn't help but glance at the rearview mirror, and saw Murong Jin casually put his hand on Rong Qiaoyin's neck, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

Rong Qiaoyin was helpless as Murong Jin always liked to put his arm around her shoulders, which made it easy for him to touch her chest.

Murong Jin was unaware and introduced the rules and prize money of the racing.

"This stadium was built jointly by my family and the Shangguan family. We take every competition very seriously, even though the prize money is only five million."

Five million isn’t enough?

"Every Saturday there are a lot of professional racers competing for a $5 million prize."

Run three laps, one lap takes ten minutes, and you get five million in half an hour. The second place gets one million, and the third place gets five hundred thousand.

Murong Jin also had his eyes on five million. He didn't have much pocket money, so he used the prize money every time he won as pocket money.

Lin Zhefeng knew the Hongshan underground racing track, which was a very formal and relatively safe venue.

Compared to some randomly chosen competitions outside, there is a certain degree of safety guarantee.

This was Murong Jin's first time visiting Rong Qiao Yin's house. When she saw the game room in Rong Qiao Yin's house, she couldn't wait to experience it.

As the host, Rong Qiaoyin must of course entertain him and play with him.

Lin Zhefeng was particularly resentful. He was willing to cook for Rong Qiaoyin, but not so willing for Murong Jin.

Rong Qiaoyin was sitting on the ground. Murong Jin went downstairs to get a Coke. She stepped on the game controller on the ground with her socks on, slipped, and fell directly into Rong Qiaoyin's arms.

Murong Jin stayed there for three full seconds. When he was pushed up, he was puzzled and subconsciously touched his chest. Aren't men's chests hard? Why was Rong Qiaoyin's chest soft?

"Don't open the mouth." Rong Qiaoyin stared at his movements. Murong Jin subconsciously opened the Coke that had fallen and shaken for a while, "Puff——"

The Coke sprayed all over Murong Jin's face, but she dodged quickly and the spray didn't get on her.

Murong Jin was distracted for a while and didn't even think about inflating the Coke, so it sprayed out all at once.

Murong Jin startled him and wiped his face, and the Coke dripped down his chin onto his clothes.

Rong Qiaoyin's eyebrows jumped, and Murong Jin took off his T-shirt directly, revealing his muscular upper body.

Murong Jin pointed at his abdominal muscles and showed off: "Isn't my body nice? You are feasting your eyes. Many girls want to see it but can't."

Rong Qiaoyin threw a handkerchief at him and said, "Wipe it clean, you conceited man!"

"Clean the floor for me too. You did a good thing. I'll take care of it." Rong Qiaoyin kicked his raised butt as he knelt on the floor.

Murong Jin turned her head and said unhappily, "My parents didn't kick me, but you did."

I feel a little depressed. Why did I get distracted just now?

While mopping the floor, Murong Jin was unconsciously attracted by Rong Qiaoyin's fair feet. They were very white, and the nails were beautifully manicured. Damn it, the word "cute" actually popped into his mind when he wanted to praise Rong Qiaoyin's feet.

I shook my head. How could a man's feet be described as cute?

As Murong Jin was wiping his eyes, his gaze unconsciously moved to Rong Qiaoyin's feet. Rong Qiaoyin kicked him again without saying a word.

"You're a pervert, staring at my feet."

Murong Jin, who was almost kicked on the chin, reacted quickly and used his arms to support himself.

"Cough cough..." Murong Jin coughed twice. If he didn't expose him, he really didn't think he was that perverted.

Rong Qiaoyin took another white T-shirt and threw it at his head, "Put on your clothes and come down to eat."

Murong Jin got up, put on his clothes neatly, and put his arm around Rong Qiaoyin's shoulder again.

"Don't put your hand on my shoulder when we go down the stairs. Do you want me to fall?" Rong Qiaoyin shook off his hand.

Murong Jin was puzzled again, why was Rong Qiaoyin's body even thinner than his?

Lin Zhefeng looked up and saw Murong Jin changing his clothes. His smile gradually faded. "The Coke sprayed all over him, so I asked him to wear my clothes temporarily." Rong Qiaoyin briefly explained what had just happened.

Lin Zhefeng smiled again, "Come, drink some soup first."

"What about me?" Murong Jin's perception of Lin Zhefeng remained in the school hospital, where he was gentle and distant, and serious and cold during treatment.

She actually cooked for Rong Qiaoyin in private. Are they relatives?

"Mr. Mu, can't you do it yourself? Otherwise, you won't eat." Lin Zhefeng served himself some soup and said lightly.

Just do it yourself. Murong Jin felt that Lin Zhefeng's attitude was weird and she seemed to dislike him a little.

But it's understandable. He came to eat for free. Originally, Lin Zhefeng only had to cook for two people, but now he made one more portion. He must find it troublesome, so it's normal for him to dislike him.

After lunch, Murong Jin didn't leave and Lin Zhefeng also sat there motionless.

Murong Jin invited Rong Qiaoyin to play games and went to the game room with her.

Lin Zhefeng, the snail master, was left busy in the kitchen, and he made a fruit plate and brought it to the game room for Rong Qiaoyin to eat.'

"Thank you..." Murong Jin picked up the fork and ate the fruit without any hesitation.

At that moment, Lin Zhefeng really wanted to raise his fist and hit someone.

It was as if he was a servant delivering fruits, serving Murong Jin, the ancestor.

The corner of Rong Qiaoyin's mouth twitched. He was really not shy.

Looking at the scene of the two people playing games harmoniously, it was inexplicably dazzling. Lin Zhefeng felt like a ball of cotton was blocking his chest, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

The two of them switched to playing the game in a duo. Murong Jin was particularly excited while playing the game, and all kinds of bird sounds and flower scents popped out.

Rong Qiaoyin looked at Murong Jin, a handsome guy who was very vicious when he cursed people. It was hard to imagine that the person on the other side of the screen looked like that.

Murong Jin coughed, "Sorry, I was too excited, I need to recover..."

"It's okay, it's normal. You have reason to be angry." When playing games, it's inevitable to get angry to death. Rong Qiaoyin would get so angry that he was speechless when he played alone, not to mention the emotional Murong Jin, who also endured for five minutes before opening the microphone to curse.