Mr. Wang looked at his only middle-aged son and felt helpless. If he had nothing to say about this, he would definitely send him away, at least thousands of miles away.

Has he not gained weight for so many years? It is because his flesh has been growing into his head?

Although Comrade Lao Wang was sure that Feng Yiping did not complain when he was received, there was still a small possibility that he would mention this matter casually.

Zhuge was cautious all his life. It was because he had been so cautious that he finally got to where he is today. So when he thinks about this matter, it would not be a bad thing to think about it slightly in a serious direction.

His side took the initiative to show goodwill and stated that he had no intention of Feng Yiping's concerns at all. Although he might not believe it, wouldn't this further reduce the risk?

At the same time, it will also numb Feng Yiping, killing at least two goals in one go, so why not do it?

It's just his own son, alas! He felt very disappointed, so he simply didn't bother to explain the reason and asked another question directly, "Didn't you prepare sweet dates before?"

"Yes," Xiao Wang was always a little proud.

He still remembered the other things he had not learned, and he had taught him the "smack and give a sweet date" method very early on, and he still remembered it very clearly and used it very skillfully.

It turns out that they also have a very systematic plan for how to deal with Feng Yiping, including "sticks" and "sweet dates". However, Feng Yiping doesn't play according to common sense at all, so many of the prepared methods have not been used, and the relationship is already so stiff and there is no need to use them any longer.

"Then send it out now," said Mr. Wang.

"Ah?" Xiao Wang was very unhappy with Comrade Lao Wang's decision. Is this clearly asking me to bow to him?

But are you mistaken? He was face to face and humiliated me mercilessly, okay?

But facing his slightly murderous eyes, he quickly agreed, "Okay, I'll do it right away."

"I must remember that you don't come forward directly for the future."

"Yes, I'll let the people below do it," Xiao Wang likes to listen to this.

Because this means that he did not stop this matter directly, that's fine, which at least means that my vision is pretty good.

"You go back," Lao Wang issued an order to expel guests.

"You have a break early,"

Lao Wang looked at his son's back and his eyes were a little dim. Dragon gives birth to dragon, phoenix gives birth to phoenix, hahaha...

A thought flashed through his mind, should one more be born?

This is actually not difficult, because there is no need to start a new stove, and there is already more than one stove.

Well, the question is, who can guarantee that he will be what he hopes for?

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Xiao Wang drove a Ferrari and walked out of the door of his parents' house with a calm face. He was very, extremely, and especially unhappy, and he was too lazy to pay attention to the staff who helped him open the door.

What he wanted to do most now was to call Lao Chen in front of him, shoot his bows from left to right, and slap him firmly.

Tell you to mouth so quickly!

Yes, Mr. Wang is not stupid, so he naturally knows who the old man can know about this in the middle of the night.

What's more, he thinks that Old Chen is already responsible for this matter today. Even though he knows that Feng Yiping and I are so irresistible, don't you pay close attention to his movements?

I only know his whereabouts this morning, and I will have a more intuitive understanding of his influence and some measures to deal with it.

But Old Chen actually knew from his own words that you were dereliction of duty?

You are also reporting! Why, what can’t you tell me? Do you think I can’t handle such an unfavorable situation well?

The problem is that he can only think about this at the moment.

Through today's incident, he understood that Lao Chen's biggest backer, like himself, is his own old man, so how could he still deal with him as he thought?

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of what ordinary people would say, "It's better to have your own parents than to have your father or mother."

He was extremely bored and parked his car at an intersection, found a number on his phone and dialed it out, "Compare?"

The other party sounded very lively, but when he heard his request, he was stunned, "Did you say now?"

"Just now," said Mr. Wang.

"There are few cars on the road now, which is not bad, but what about the lottery?"

"Can you have a better future? Can you not make my hobby so bad?" Mr. Wang also felt helpless as he talked to him.

"Hehe, we are different from you, Young Master," the other side was not annoyed at all.

"Come on, come on, you'll be satisfied with it," actually Mr. Wang himself also felt that such activities should be more exciting.

But the lottery ticket is all about money, which is a bit boring. Why can't it be anything else, such as a beauty?

"Ter, I'll get the game right away. Half an hour later, I'll see you in the old place."

Mr. Wang hung up the phone and got off the car to check the condition of the car. He asked someone to form a bureau to relieve the depression, rather than create more depression.

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At Mr. Wang's suggestion, at around 11:30 pm, an Olympic Park became lively. More than 20 luxury cars with cool appearances and average prices of about 2 million yuan gathered together.

One by one, one by one, one by one, one or two beauties, greet each other skillfully.

Today is also the first New Year's party between their circle.

If you want to say, they are somewhat particular about some aspects. You should know that the racing car that has gradually emerged since 2001 has become more and more popular in the past two years, many of which are still on the second ring road. However, Mr. Wang and others have low profile to choose the location in the Olympic Sports Park located on the Fourth Ring Road.

A thin man wearing a mink outside and a standing collar inside walked out of a GTR, enthusiastically giving Mr. Wang a hug who was a little reserved and looked at the red men and green women, "How about it, please be satisfied!"

"Satisfied," Mr. Wang swept over the beauties of different styles, but in fact he was a little regretful.

His car is pretty good, but it's almost interesting.

After leaving the old man's house, he got here directly. Except for himself, the car was empty, and no one was cheering for himself. It was a bit unbeautiful.

"It's good if you're satisfied," the man walked into the middle and clapped his hands. "Young and young men, although everyone is familiar with the rules and regulations, they still have to delay everyone for a few minutes and talk about the constitution tonight..."

Almost ten minutes later, amid the screams on both sides, Mr. Wang, who looked a little excited, drove his Ferrari to the starting line, and at the same time, the other three Faras also drove alongside him.

A beautiful woman who dressed in such a cool weather and had a particularly prominent chest walked to the middle of the road with a full spirit, shook her long dyed yellow hair and smiled charmingly. Amid the excited whistles of many people, she reached out and groped behind her chest for a few times. Soon, she had a pink bra in her hand, as if she was still wearing a body fragrance.

"Oh!" Suddenly, the crowd was in a hurry, and many guys were moving their noses quickly, showing an intoxicated look.

The beauty became even more excited and smiled and sent a few blowing kisses around.

As she raised her bra high, four cool Ferraris were slashing hard on the road, and bursts of blue smoke came out.

The bra that made many men jealous of men only stayed at the highest point for a while, and waved it down randomly. Suddenly, the four Ferraris roared loudly and rushed out quickly like arrows off the string.

The people who were in the same place could only see the taillights of the four cars in an instant, but the powerful sound was still clearly heard.

However, many guys' eyes were still on the beauty. The strong wind brought by the car that had just rushed through her, lifting up the short skirt on her body, and the scenery was incredible.

Mr. Wang held the steering wheel and kept his feet on the accelerator and never lifted it up. Just like in the scene in a movie and TV series, he drove the car, surpassing the normal driving cars on the road at a speed of several cars per minute.

He even had the energy to pay attention to the reactions of the vehicles being overwhelmed. Whether it was the shocked opening his mouth or the angrily raising his middle finger, he regarded it as praise.

Ferrari whizzed past the fourth ring at an astonishing highway. Mr. Wang, sitting in the car, looked quite passionate. Only in this way can he have the pleasure of complete control...

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Chapter completed!