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Chapter 319

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Then he smiled and said, "Don't you feel like a road hog when you drive this car?"

Liu Yun also got into the car, fastened her seat belt, and smiled.

"Brother Ye, when I first drove this car, I saw a bunch of cars in the parking lot on the side of the road. I almost couldn't help but crash into them. This car is too thick and hard. Driving on the road makes me feel very safe."

"Your father really knows you. He knows that you like to crash into cars, so he changed it to a sturdy one for you."

"Haha, Brother Ye, you must be joking. In a lawful society, as a good citizen, I'm still very honest."

After Liu Yun said this, she turned the car key and slowly drove the thickened Mercedes-Benz out.

Passing through the quiet scenery around, she drove steadily onto the main road.

Ye Xuan leaned against the seat and crossed his legs. He was amused by Liu Yun's words.

In their circle, Liu Yun was the first one who had a bad temper and dared to hit someone with a car.

However, he didn't continue and changed the topic.

"How's your father's company recently? I heard that the scale has increased a little."

Last time, the strategic deployment and development direction were changed. Now the profits are a little higher than last year. However, according to the current market situation, this strategy shouldn't be implemented for long. Alas, my father always gives me work. I'm so tired every day. He wants me to come up with a plan. I'm so worried that I've lost a lot of hair. "

"Haha, I'll recommend you a few hair growth agents next time. I guarantee that your hair will be black and beautiful and silky."

Ye Xuan teased. He turned his head and glanced outside through the ink-black window before continuing:

"By the way, take me to Huaxia Bank first. I'll raise the quota."

"No problem, no problem."

Liu Yun responded. She turned the steering wheel and turned the thickened Mercedes-Benz G to another road. She teased,

"Oh, Brother Ye is Brother Ye. You're so generous. We're still struggling with how to reduce the processing fee in batches. Brother Ye has already started to raise it."

"It's very boring, right?"

"Hahaha, yes, yes, it's very boring."

Liu Yun laughed a few times. Looking at the red light that suddenly lit up, she slowly stopped the car.

Pulling up the handbrake, he sighed and said, "Ye-ge's strength really leaves us in the dust."

When Ye Xuan heard this, he smiled but did not say anything.

With that thought in mind, Ye Xuan rolled down the car window. Just as he was about to poke his head out to take a look at the situation outside, he heard the sound of a police siren approaching from afar.

The cars behind them gave way one after another. Liu Yun also saw this situation from the rearview mirror and took the initiative to drive the car to the side of the green belt to give way to the fire truck.

After all, no matter what, they couldn't delay the rescue. Who wouldn't run into trouble? Helping others was the same as helping oneself.

As a good citizen, Liu Yun naturally knew this. Although the car was scratched by the small trees when they turned into the green belt, Liu Yun still had a good expression on her face.

She thought that everything was going smoothly. However, the Civic car waiting at the red light in front clearly knew that there was a fire truck behind it and needed to pass urgently, but it still did not move and did not make any move to give way.

Seeing this scene, the fire truck was a little anxious and honked a few times.

However, the Civic still turned a deaf ear to it. It did not move at all and quietly waited for the red light.

It blocked the fire truck and did not let it pass at all.

The firefighter driving the fire truck was very helpless when he saw this. He opened the door and walked to the front of the Civic and persuaded the driver,

"Owner, please cooperate with us. We're going to the East Street to put out the fire. Can you please let us pass?"

"I'm sorry, I really can't."

The owner of the Civic had a straight face and refused without hesitation. He had no intention of negotiating at all.

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