Leng Aojun is three and a half years younger

"Okay, let's go." Ou Yunying looked at Tan Ke and winked, but the expressions of the two were very similar, that is, they were worried.

The experience of the past years made them very unforgettable, while Tan Ke looked at the circular mountain road in front of the imperial palace, with doubts flashing in his eyes.

Logically speaking, Luo Qingqian should have arrived, but why is there no shadow?
And Luo Qingqian, who was being talked about by Tan Ke, was stuck on the expressway at the moment, looking anxiously at the crowds of cars ahead, and could not move for an hour or two.

At this time, she suddenly thought of something, took the phone to Han Zeyao, and the youngest grandson of Mr. Han made a call.

"Han Zeyao, where are you? Do you have time to help my sister?" Luo Qingqian smiled. On the phone, Han Zeyao, the youngest grandson of Mr. Han, still had the laziness of just getting up. He heard that it was Luo Qingqian , Instantly came to the spirit.

"Sister, what's the matter?"

"I'm stuck on the road now, and I need your help to get out in another way."

Luo Qingqian expressed his intention, Han Zeyao, the youngest grandson of Mr. Han's eyes lit up: "Moto?"

"Yes."

"Okay, we'll be there soon." Han Zeyao, the youngest grandson of Mr. Han, looked excited. As soon as he walked downstairs, he was met by Mr. Han. Seeing him rushing to the garage, he roared angrily, " You son of a bitch, where do you want to hang out again?"

"Grandpa, I'm going to help Miss Qianqian, she's stuck on the road." Han Zeyao, the youngest grandson of Mr. Han, explained.

Han Lao was stunned: "Oh, that's it...then let's go."

Han Zeyao, the youngest grandson of Mr. Han: "!" Is this kind of differential treatment really good?
"Grandpa, when are you going to be so kind to me? I'm absolutely dying of excitement." Before leaving, Han Zeyao, the youngest grandson of Mr. Han still couldn't help it.

Mr. Han glanced at him: "You already have a lot of hormones, if you want to be more excited, wouldn't the house be demolished?"

"Let's go." Han Lao waved his hand in disgust, "Don't worry, I will definitely not add fuel to the fire."

Han Zeyao, the youngest grandson of Mr. Han burst into tears: "Am I really your grandson?"

This time, Mr. Han answered without hesitation: "Yes."

Han Zeyao, the youngest grandson of Elder Han: "..."

Why does he feel that if he continues to talk, he will be abused even worse? But when he saw his beloved car, Han Zeyao, the youngest grandson of Mr. Han, his mood suddenly improved. Since he was thrown into the army by Mr. Han, he has not ridden I have passed his favorite car, now I finally have a chance, are you really excited?
Ten minutes later, Luo Qingqian's car stuck on the road had only moved a few meters. It was Chinese New Year, and there were so many cars on the road. When Luo Qingqian was anxious, there was a knock on the glass window.

Han Zeyao, the handsome face of Mr. Han's youngest grandson appeared outside the window, and a middle-aged uncle sat behind him, his hair was blown off, and he had an unlovely expression on his face.

Han Zeyao, the youngest grandson of Mr. Han who was driving, looked excited, completely ignoring the expression of the uncle driver behind him. Looking at the child entertaining himself, Luo Qingqian twitched the corner of his mouth, and then got out of the car very considerately. , invited the uncle Han's driver in.

"Uncle driver, thank you for helping me drive back."

"You're welcome, Miss Qingqian." The driver uncle tried his best to keep his voice normal, but maybe because it was too cold, his mouth moved very stiffly.

Luo Qingqian said that she should not embarrass the other party, after all, Han Zeyao, the youngest grandson of Mr. Han, is quite a trickster.

After giving the car to the uncle driver, Luo Qingqian wore a thick scarf and hat, and got into the car of Han Zeyao, the youngest grandson of Mr. Han.

Before getting into the car, Luo Qingqian patted Xiongzi on the shoulder: "Ze Yao, the youngest grandson of Mr. Han, drive slowly, my sister is timid."

Han Zeyao, the youngest grandson of Mr. Han snapped his fingers, "OK, I promise to complete the task."