Chapter 1190

With a Tut, she heard Zhao Mengmeng say with emotion, "our Fenghua has taken 60% of the second generation of powerful people in China?"

Wen Xing shrugged, "who knows."

"Look at that car! Bugatti Veyron! Global Limited Edition! Whose car is it? It's so windy? " Zhao Mengmeng's face is full of gossip.

Smell star looked at a license plate, long Oh a, "shigongzi."

Zhao Meng was stunned. "You mean Shi Qing? Isn't he always driving a Ferrari? "

Wen Xing rolled his eyes. "He's the prince. Let alone change a car a month, it's OK to change a car a day."

Shi Qing is not only in Fenghua, but also in the imperial capital.

His grandfather had a huge appeal in the military headquarters. Although he was slightly inferior to the Song Dynasty, he was also a famous figure. His father joined the army, his mother was a strong woman in business, and he had countless industries under his name. He was destined to be the son of heaven when he was born.

It's easy to see Yu Hua's unruly personality this time.

Bugatti Veyron's car door opened, and a head came out of it, which caused a sudden exclamation.

The young master Shi had a pretty face that even women were ashamed of. A pair of peach blossoms had a strong impatience in their eyes. His lips were light red and his eyes were cold. He searched around. He didn't seem to find his target, so he closed the door again.

Before LAN Cang came, Shi Qing was the male god of the whole school.

However, this male god is too moody, and his admirers only dare to observe from a distance.

Wen Xing sweeps around the blocked school gate and pulls Zhao Mengmeng's sleeve.

"It's too noisy. Let's go."

Zhao Mengmeng nodded. As soon as she turned her face, she seemed to see something and suddenly opened her mouth.

"The trough! Star, look! It's Miss Cang

Smell star in the heart move, turned a head.

Zhao Mengmeng had covered her eyes at this time. When she looked at it, she immediately realized what silent choking was.

Surrounded by luxury cars and in the sight of men and women, LAN Cang was riding a bicycle slowly towards the school gate.

His arms control the front of the car, white shirt cuffs up a section, revealing a strong white arm, without a trace of fat long legs, leisurely riding on the bicycle, face calmly over the side of a famous car.

Wen Xing

This painting style is too beautiful for me to see!

Although he knew that he was not a rich man, he was willing to drink tens of thousands of red wine. Wouldn't he spend tens of thousands of yuan on a cheap scooter?

Even riding a bicycle, or the old-fashioned kind!

God, come and save her smile!

The reaction of Wen Xing is like this, not to mention other people.

The students have a "you're teasing me" expression on their faces. They look at LAN Cang riding slowly in the wind. Some of them even suspect that they have hallucinations and rub their eyes.

The shocking effect brought by LAN Cang's appearance is absolutely more amazing than that of Childe Shi's high-profile appearance.

For a time, no one went to see any luxury sports car, unconsciously surrounded it.

After hearing that the star was petrified for a while, he excitedly pulled Zhao Mengmeng's hand to the front.

LAN Cang was blocked by a group of students. He was standing on the ground with a long leg, still holding a riding posture, looking up and sweeping the stunned faces.