Chapter 182
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Ding Junmao, who was the leader, was talking with his saliva flying everywhere. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Liu Yanran, who was not far away. He was instantly stunned on the spot and was shocked.
Wasn't this girl too beautiful? It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was a fairy descending to earth!
Ding Junmao's eyes flashed with a trace of amazement, and then it was completely occupied by greed. In an instant, he had some ideas in his heart.
He took a few people around him and leaned in the direction of Liu Yanran.
Ye Xuan was still talking to Liu Yanran. "Do you usually drive my car when you go out?"
Liu Yanran quickly waved her hand and said, "Young master, I don't dare! Usually, I only drive your car when I pick you up. Usually, I drive my own BMW. "
After listening to Liu Yanran's words, Ye Xuan also waved his hand and didn't say anything.
He took Liu Yanran straight to McLaren's exhibition hall.
McLaren's sales manager was a woman. Her palm-sized face was very beautiful, and she was also a standard little beauty.
When the beautiful manager saw Ye Xuan and Liu Yanran, she looked at their clothes and knew that they were definitely rich and respectable.
Thinking of this, the beautiful manager quickly greeted them. "Hello!"
Ye Xuan looked at the beautiful manager and nodded. He directly asked the supercar in front of them, "Is this McLaren 720S?"
The beautiful manager smiled sweetly and said, "Yes, sir. This is McLaren's latest 4.0T Spider."
After that, the beautiful manager lowered her body and said to Ye Xuan with a smile, "Sir, if you like it, you can buy it when you become an adult. Sister will give you my business card."
The beautiful manager took out a business card from her pocket and handed it to Ye Xuan, looking at him with a smile. It was the first time she had met such a good-looking child.
Ye Xuan took the business card, took out a card from his pocket and handed it to the beautiful manager.
"Eh? Little Sir, you have a name card too? " As the beautiful manager spoke, she had already taken Ye Xuan's card. When she got closer, she realized that it was not a business card, but a bank card!
The beautiful manager was clearly stunned. "Little Sir, you are …"
Ye Xuan didn't say anything. Instead, he turned to look at Liu Yanran. "I'll let you drive this car from now on. You just have to sign the papers later."
Liu Yanran subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she also knew Ye Xuan's temper, so she accepted with a sweet smile. "Okay, Young Master."
When the beautiful manager heard how Liu Yanran addressed Ye Xuan, she was stunned.
Young Master?
She couldn't help but size up Ye Xuan again. He looked like he was only eight or nine years old, but he was very mature.
The beautiful manager was shocked. She subconsciously guessed that Ye Xuan must be the young master of an aristocratic family.
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This aura and cultivation were not something that could be nurtured by a small family.
The more the beautiful manager thought about it, the more shocked she became. She hadn't even quoted the price, and he had already bought it?
Without thinking too much, she quickly ran backstage to handle the paperwork for Ye Xuan.
In a short while, the beautiful manager had already walked out with the contract. Liu Yanran went forward to sign it.
At this moment, the rich second-generation heirs from before also walked over.
"Beautiful, looking at the car?" Ding Junmao looked at Liu Yanran and deliberately tried to talk to her.
Liu Yanran didn't even bother to look at him. She directly chose to ignore him.
She had seen too many men like this who were like smelly flies. She didn't need to pay attention to them.
Ding Junmao didn't take Liu Yanran's cold attitude to heart. To him, Liu Yanran's behavior was normal.
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