Jiang Jingnan was waiting for Song Yan on the first floor. Seeing Song Yan's face falling down the stairs with a gloomy face, she felt a little stuttered, and quickly put down the wine glass in her hand and walked towards her quickly.

Which one who was blindly furious about this ancestor?

"Song Yan, what happened? Why did you come down so quickly? Is the auction over?"

Tonight's auction was mainly the land, and most of the invited people were merchants. Song Yan was not interested in the invitation list. But when she learned that there was a charity lot at the auction, she changed her mind and asked her to find a way to get the invitation letter.

But the current situation...

Jiang Jingnan has more or less guessed the result.

She asked tentatively: "Has you missed?"

According to reason, it shouldn't be.

Song Yan has taken on many dramas in recent years and his pay is not low.

In addition, after winning several awards, his net worth has long been close to that of a first-tier actress.

She is not short of money.

Besides, just a charity lot, how popular can it be?

Those businessmen’s main purpose is on the land, who would really compete to compete with her for a charity item?

Song Yan took a deep breath, but still couldn't help but be angry.

"That guy named Gu is sick!"

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Seeing Song Yan from afar, the driver immediately got out of the car and opened the door for her.

And when he heard her say she wanted to drive back by herself, the driver immediately showed a look of horror.

"Miss Song, where did I do it well?" the driver asked carefully.

"No, I just want to drive."

Song Yan sat in the driver's seat. The driver struggled to go around the other side, sat in the passenger seat very consciously, and tied his seat belt and grabbed it tightly.

A look of looking at death.

“…”

The car was quiet for several seconds.

The driver decided to break the silence on his own initiative, pointed to the circular button under the steering wheel, and prompted: "Ms. Song, the start button is here."

“Get down.”

"Okay!" The driver was relieved and immediately untied his seat belt and got out of the car happily.

While the car door was closed, the car started. The driver suddenly felt something was wrong as he saw the wheel hit the left to death.

Just as I was about to make a reminder, the car had already driven out.

Sure enough, a harsh collision sound began...

The driver looked at the black Bentley with a long painted paint, and his sense of substitution was very strong and he began to feel heartbroken.

What is crossed out is not paint, it is all RMB...

Song Yan also noticed something was wrong. She got out of the car and took a look, and felt a sense of guilt in her heart.

But after she glanced at the familiar license plate, she disappeared immediately.

Next, the driver looked at Song Yan in amazement and kicked Bentley.

Could it be that she thought of the high maintenance fee and was so angry that she was so angry that she vented her anger?

I silently thought that before parking next time, I must observe the surroundings and find a cheap car to park next to it.

One day, this ancestor wanted to drive by himself on a whim.

Song Yan stood there for a while, as if thinking about how to deal with this matter.

The driver was about to speak, but who knew that she had set her eyes on him and ordered ruthlessly: "You stay and deal with it."

“…”

To be honest, if he was the owner of this Bentley and saw his car being scratched like this, he would have to beat someone up.

The white Porsche left ruthlessly, and the driver stood alone in the wind.

My stomach suddenly started to hurt.

But the owner has not returned yet.

The driver thought about it and found that he had only one pen without paper on him, so he could only pick up one anywhere, leave a string of contact information on it, and then stuck the advertising paper on the wiper, and then he hurriedly left.

The night is dark.

After the man got in the car, the driver immediately reported to him: "Mr. Gu, the car was shaved, it's quite serious."

The man's eyebrows were calm and he opened his lips and asked, "Where is the perpetrator?"

"I ran away, but he left this for you." The driver carefully handed the advertising paper he had taken off the wiper to the man in the back seat.

Originally, he thought it was just an ordinary advertising paper and wanted to throw it away, but fortunately he noticed the numbers written on it.

The man in the back seat took the advertisement sheet.

The clear drug name is printed on the upper left corner.

There is a huge slogan in the middle.

"Stand up and be a standing man!"

There is a string of mobile phone numbers written in the blank space next to it.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the front seat, the driver couldn't help but let out a short burst of laughter.

The man looked at him with a faint look, and the driver quickly cleared his throat and pretended to be serious.

He handed the advertisement to the driver again and ordered, "Check it."

driver:"?"
Chapter completed!