This uncle is a little guilty.

Wen Lu walked to his car, walked around, and knocked on the casing: "Is this an old car bought second-hand? I don't think it's worth much, so why don't I help you out?

, let you get a new car as soon as possible."

After saying that, Wen Lu got into his Ferrari, aimed at his uncle's Cayenne, and hit it.

With a "boom", Tong Yao closed her eyes and covered Mo Mo's ears.

At this moment, Tong Yao's heart almost stopped.

She was so scared that her hands were shaking.

But Wen Lu had an expressionless face and was a bit shaky, but his skills were still there.

When I went out to play with Nie Dongyu and Yan Qin, I don't know how many cars were destroyed while playing. I was injured while playing racing and was hospitalized. But as a man, who doesn't pursue excitement when they are young and frivolous, and he is no exception.

"You, you, you..." The uncle pointed at Wen Lu in the car, his mouth wide open and unable to say a word.

Of course, uncle can't do this kind of thing.

There was another "boom", and Wen Lu bumped into it again!

The uncle's Cayenne was badly hit, but Wen Lu's Ferrari was not much better, but Wen Lu didn't care.

But for people like this uncle who want to save face and buy second-hand luxury cars, they may have a heart attack.

Sure enough, the uncle covered his heart with one hand, unable to speak a word, and his eyes were as wide as bells.

After doing this, Wen Lu slowly called the driver and drove another car to pick them up.

He got out of the car slowly, and no one around him dared to say a word.

The uncle can't say a word anymore, and he doesn't dare to say anything anymore. He is not causing good trouble.

Mo Mo threw himself into Wen Lu's arms, and Wen Lu picked him up: "Are you afraid?"

"Afraid." Mo Mo was really scared.

"Coward." Wen Lu said, "To be so cowardly is nothing like my son Wen Lu."

Beside her, Tong Yao's heart was still beating wildly. At that moment, she almost suffocated.

Wen Lu relieved her, but she didn't feel that relieved. Instead, she was... scared. At least when Wen Lu's car hit the Cayenne, her heart almost stopped.

Not long after, Wen Lu's driver came over.

Wen Lula lived in a distracted nursery rhyme: "What are you thinking about?"

Tong Yao came back to her senses and turned to look at the handsome man in white clothes and black trousers beside her. Her pupils were tightened, and he was the only one in her eyes.

Wen Lu felt that she had never seen much of the world, so he sneered: "Let's go, get in the car."

Wen Lu carried Mo Mo into the car and pulled Tong Yao into the car. Then he told his driver to take care of the scene, and he drove Mo Mo to the nursery first.

The nursery is not far away and will arrive in about a quarter of an hour.

Wen Lu took the little guy in, leaving only Nursery Rhyme in the car.

The sun is warm.

This was the first time Wen Lu sent Wen Mo over. The little guy Mo Mo was carrying his little monkey schoolbag, jumping up and down, turning his head three times every step.

"Walk slowly, don't fall." Wen Lu warned.

Wen Mo's walking was not very stable, but he liked to walk by himself. When he walked to the door of the classroom, he waved to Wen Lu again: "Bye, Dad."

"Well, go in and don't expose yourself to the sun."

After the last time, Wen Lu had already remembered that his delicate son would be allergic when exposed to the sun.

"Mo Mo loves daddy." The little guy blinked and grabbed the strap of his schoolbag, not forgetting to confess his love to Wen Lu.

"Well, go in."

A son who is like a milk cat.

Wen Lu really feels that this little guy is more like a nursery rhyme.

Back in the car, Wen Lu saw Tong Yao sitting in the passenger seat with a bad expression.
Chapter completed!