Chapter 689 The Same Starry Sky (Seeking a Monthly Ticket!)

It's nothing else, it's just that these young ladies were so curious about Zhu Xiaoxiao after she made a 'news live broadcast', from being cautious at the beginning to almost taking her with them, this is called Wei Sheng. Can't stand it.

Fang Cui Xian had already drank countless cups for her, and Wei Sheng had retreated twice in the middle, but he didn't make it.

At this moment, after Cui Xian leaked Wan Ziyan's little secret and entered the house, he took Wei Sheng's arm and walked out. Everyone only said that the two were going to the bathroom, so they didn't care.

Wei Sheng was in doubt when he came out of the door and saw Wan Ziyan holding a tearful Li Lu at the door of the box and coaxing him on the back. The latter pouted, but seemed to have compromised in the other party's words.

Cui Xian didn't even look at the two of them, he took Wei Sheng and walked straight towards the gate.

Li Lu looked at the backs of his cousin and Wei Sheng leaving for a while, then opened his mouth, but still didn't cry out.

...

After walking out of the karaoke hall, Wei Sheng jumped on Cui Xian's back, put his arms around his neck and asked, "Your cousin didn't believe you?"

"It looks like it is." Cui Xian smiled and raised his hand to stop a taxi, which forced Wei Sheng to jump to the ground and get into the car.

On the way, she started burping, as if thinking of something, Cui Xian moved towards the door subconsciously, "If you plan to vomit, you'd better let me know in advance."

"It's not that exaggerated." Wei Sheng glanced at him displeased, and found it funny again. The two of them dumped Zhu Xiaoxiao and everyone without saying anything. In fact, this time the main team It was just for her to catch the wind. Just now, I heard Zhu Xiaoxiao winking at her and saying that he had booked a whole banquet hall in a well-known hotel in Beijing, and that he would call a group of friends over for a party at night.

It is estimated that Li Lu told her about how he entertained her in Chaonan. Zhu Xiaoxiao and others were afraid that they hoped to show their pomp and not fall behind, and to honor the friendship of the landlord.

She suddenly asked the driver in front, "Master, do you know about the new F1 track in Beijing?"

"Yes, over at the stadium." The driver glanced at Wei Sheng from the rearview mirror with a smile.

"Just go there!" Wei Sheng leaned on Cui Xian's arm and said with a grin.

The Beijing driver is a well-known Kanye, and he talked about the F1 races he knew all the way.

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Luo Quankun is thirty-seven or eight-year-old. He is beautiful, but has a violent temper. He is currently the head coach of the Bulls team. At this moment, he is standing beside the track with dark circles and staring at the two cars in front of him. Speeding past, because the team has just been established, and the funds are limited, most of the players who are recruited are foreign players who are not in the mainstream. These third-rate players are young and can be cultivated well.

At least that's what Luo Quankun thought when he agreed to join the team as a coach earlier.

It's a pity that the team has been established for two years and has participated in the official formula race last year, and the effect is obviously not satisfactory.

The most important thing is that the team lacks sponsorship, and no sponsors are willing to invest in their team, which has been losing frequently even in domestic competitions and cannot produce key players.

The Asian Tigers, which are also mainly attacking China, are supported by a Dutch company, but now they have stole the venture capital. It is said that they have just signed five drivers with F1 super driving licenses, from Italy, the United Kingdom, Germany and the Netherlands. They are all characters who have performed well to varying degrees.

Thinking of this, Luo Quankun couldn't help but sighed, lowered his head and ate the instant noodles he was holding in his hand, and drank a big mouthful of soup before raising his hand to greet a team member who was waiting to throw the empty box away. Go into the trash can.

Then he shouted stop with the walkie-talkie, thinking that the cost of replacing each car in a single year would be as high as one million dollars, and it would be a waste to call these scumbags to waste.

At this time, the lights outside the stadium were flashing, and the guardrail blocking passers-by slowly opened. Several F1 cars with ultra-thin blue and white bodies slowly drove into the track, and the vehicles in progress were forced to stop.

Several blue-and-white F1 cars entered the arena with incomparable aura, and then slowly stopped in front of Luo Quankun.

With an ugly look on his face, he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and used the walkie-talkie to call the team members to prepare to leave the field, because it was time to hand over the lane to the Yahu team.

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Wei Sheng's destination is to arrive, but it is not the stadium, but in front of the park of his own house.

She rode on Cui Xian's back, and was carried into the community with his arms around his neck, muttering dissatisfaction with the other party's decision while she was asleep.

That Fang Cui Xian smiled lightly, "You drink too much."

After saying that, he lowered his head and found that his shoelaces were unfastened, so he squatted with Wei Sheng on his back to tie it up. It happened that at this time a Mercedes-Benz car slowly entered the park from the rear. Cui Yongzhen in the car was steering the steering wheel and planned to go around the flower bed. Yu Guang noticed the figure of a boy carrying a girl on the side of the road, because the boy's figure was completely blocked by the girl, and the headlights only hit the two of them, but they didn't see it clearly.

This scene still made her shake her head, thinking that today's young people are really more open than they were back then.

Cui Xian didn't know that he and his mother entered the door with front and back feet. Almost as soon as Cui Yongzhen closed the door, he carried Wei Sheng to the third floor, took the key and opened the door opposite.

Cui Yongzhen, who was changing shoes, pricked up her ears when she heard the sound of the door closing on the opposite side. She hesitated and shook her head and stepped into the room. Li Zhengwen was already watching TV in the living room at home.

After Wei Sheng entered the door, he almost kicked off his shoes, Fang Cui Xian carried her to change his shoes, walked all the way to the room, opened the floor-to-ceiling windows according to her instructions, and a cool breeze poured into the room.

Next door, Cui Yongzhen and her husband Li Zhengwen were also enjoying a rare leisure time. The latter stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window holding her waist. The two looked out the window and opened the floor-to-ceiling window of the room at the same time.

Although Wei Sheng and Cui Yongzhen's house are opposite to each other, the windows face the same, and there is only a thick wall between them. If they stand on the balcony, they can stand side by side.

"Old Li, we have been in Wancheng all day and night for so many years, when have we been so free?" Cui Yongzhen leaned back into her husband's arms. It was hard to imagine that after nearly 20 years of marriage, the husband and wife still had a difficult time for ordinary people. The imaginary love, which made her can't help but be grateful to God for giving her the honor of getting this wonderful marriage.

Li Zhengwen smiled slightly, looked at the starry sky outside the window and sighed, "Yeah, how many years..."

And next door under the same starry sky, Wei Sheng was lying on Cui Xian's back at the moment, and the two were also looking out the window.

"When are you going?" Cui Xian asked her, looking sideways.

Wei Sheng rested his head on his shoulder, "Why do you always expect me to go?"

He smiled and tapped her with his face, "I just want to be mentally prepared."