Chapter 129: Qianqian Who Won While Lying Down

The Mercedes-Benz S450L didn't stall, and the sound of the engine idling was still clear.

Everyone's gaze gathered on this young man who had suddenly appeared.

The bright headlights projected from behind, casting his shadow very, very long.

His hands hung at his sides, his expression calm and indifferent, but there was a sharp, confident temperament on him.

Like a newly sharpened sword, it pressed toward Li Jingzhong, making him frown.

Zhang Wensheng, standing beside the two, felt his heart tighten, and he felt his breathing wasn't smooth.

He had never forgotten the guy who went on a self-driving trip with Zhao Yaqian.

Although there was a big change, this appearance was undoubtedly him.

Originally, he was happily accompanying the goddess out for dinner and enjoying delicious food.

As a result, two BOSSes suddenly jumped out.

One was driving a Mercedes E300 worth over 500,000, and the other was driving a Mercedes S worth over a million.

Compared to them, his Ling Shuai seemed a bit too pitiful.

As for the girlfriend he just mentioned...

Zhang Wensheng panicked in his heart, but still didn't want to believe it was Zhao Yaqian.

Li Jingzhong frowned at him and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean by this? Who is harassing your girlfriend?"

Tang Song pursed his lips and said calmly, "Don't remember? We met outside Yizi Beauty Salon. You harassed her before; I can let those things go, but now Zhao Yaqian is my girlfriend, please stay away from her."

For this President Li, he could definitely be called deeply impressed.

He also clearly remembered his arrogant attitude at the time, as well as that blue Mercedes honking its horn.

Things like "the job most suitable for her," "give you an offer," "can't be bothered to argue with a young person like you"...

He had vividly portrayed a shameless, greasy man.

Zhao Yaqian looked at Tang Song who had suddenly appeared, and the sentence "Zhao Yaqian is my girlfriend" echoed in her mind over and over again.

A flush of excitement rose on her face, and her mind was dizzy, as if she were drunk.

This was the first time Tang Song had called her that, and it felt very wonderful and particularly secure.

In her eyes, there was only Tang Song's figure on the entire street now, and all other scenery and characters were blurred.

Li Jingzhong looked him up and down carefully, thought about it seriously, and realized, "So it's you!"

That young person who was eating fried skewers with Zhao Yaqian, who had even argued with him a couple of times, so he still had some impression.

His gaze swept over the Mercedes S450L beside him, then looked at Tang Song opposite, his eyes changing.

Having worked for many years and becoming a senior executive of a company step by step, his knowledge and cognition were naturally sufficient.

He had also long passed the age of getting hot-headed.

He quickly weighed the pros and cons in his heart and said with a fake smile, "You misunderstood, I just saw their car broken on the side of the road and came over to help specially; after all, Zhao Yaqian and I can be considered acquaintances."

"Hehe, no need for your help, and Qianqian isn't familiar with you."

Tang Song turned around, brushed past him, came to Zhao Yaqian, gently wrapped his arms around her soft waist, and kissed her on her fair and delicate cheek.

He laughed, "Why is there a smell of cumin?"

Zhao Yaqian reached out to touch her slightly moist face, seemingly finally coming back to her senses.

Her eyes curved, "I just ate a starch sausage, and it accidentally got on my face. Brother Song, why did you arrive so fast? It hasn't been long since I sent you my location."

"I set off long ago, originally wanting to go to the fried chicken shop to give you a surprise, but then you said the car was broken, so I came straight here to find you."

Zhao Yaqian's eyes shone, and she took the initiative to kiss him, "Thank you, Brother Song."

"Grind, grind—" Zhang Wensheng clenched his fists, feeling cold all over.

She had a boyfriend, she really had a boyfriend.

Li Yuanyuan and Jiang Zimu beside them looked at Tang Song, then at Zhao Yaqian, both somewhat dumbfounded.

This is Qianqian's boyfriend?

After examining his features carefully, it was indeed the guy who had appeared in Zhao Yaqian's Moments before.

It was just that the gap with the photo was a bit big.

His figure was better, his features were more three-dimensional, he was refreshing and confident, his outfit was excellent, and he had an elite temperament.

And didn't Zhang Wensheng say the guy drove a Wuling? This is clearly a big Mercedes!

That wide air intake grille and the bright standing logo showed it was very expensive.

If you put it that way, that LV bag was also real!? Hiss~, Qianqian is so lucky!

Li Jingzhong's gaze swept over the two hugging each other, and the expression on his face was very ugly.

He turned and walked to his car, opened the driver's door, and sat in.

Because the Mercedes S happened to block his side front, Li Jingzhong had to reverse for a distance.

He turned the steering wheel hard to the left, stepped on the gas pedal, the roar of the engine rang out, and the blue Mercedes E300 disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Hello everyone, I am Tang Song, Qianqian's boyfriend." Tang Song smiled and made a simple self-introduction.

"Hello... I am Li Yuanyuan, Qianqian's high school classmate."

"Hello Brother Song, I am Jiang Zimu."

The two girls quickly greeted him in response, their expressions cautious.

Zhang Wensheng looked at them, his lips moving, but he couldn't say a word.

Du Guangyin smacked his lips, and he couldn't help but mourn for his roommate Zhang Wensheng in his heart.

It was really that your goddess was too outstanding; any competitor who jumped out could crush you.

Not to mention this handsome guy driving a Mercedes S450 worth over a million, who was clearly not a person on the same level as them.

How did that saying go.

If I were young and promising driving a Mercedes, love wouldn't have disputes.

Zhao Yaqian introduced in a low voice, "This is my high school senior Zhang Wensheng, and this is his college roommate Du Guangyin."

Tang Song smiled at the two.

Jiang Zimu looked at Zhang Wensheng, who was leaning against the Ling Shuai without saying a word, and sighed silently.

She took the initiative to speak, "Qianqian, you must be starving, I saw you eating the grilled sausage very quickly just now. How about we take your boyfriend's car over? Let Wensheng and the others wait here for the car repair."

Li Yuanyuan's eyes rolled, and she quickly followed up, "Right, right, right, I'm hungry too, let's go over first, staying here is useless anyway."

Zhao Yaqian licked her lips and nodded, "Brother Song, then I'll trouble you."

"No need to be polite with me." Tang Song patted her soft waist.

"Wensheng, Brother Du, bye-bye~" "Leaving, bye-bye~"

"Bye-bye."

Watching the four of them sit into the luxury Mercedes S-class sedan, Zhang Wensheng felt he couldn't muster any strength, and his mind was boiling.

"Ring-a-ling—" His phone rang, startling him awake.

Answering the phone, it was the repairman he had arranged.

"Mm, yes, on this road."

"Go south for about 500 meters, west of the road, white Ling Shuai."

Not long after hanging up the phone.

A Wuling Hongguang approached, and the repairman neatly replaced the new battery, tried it, and started the car smoothly.

Zhang Wensheng didn't bargain and paid 390 yuan.

Sitting in the car again, leaning against the seat, he slowly closed his eyes.

Actually, he had always known Zhao Yaqian didn't like him, but he still wanted to try hard, what if he could move her?

Now that his beautiful dream was shattered, he knew he had no hope at all.

In the moving Mercedes.

Zhao Yaqian sat in the passenger seat, her fingers gently stroking the leather interior around her, asking curiously, "Brother Song, is this Mercedes your car too?"

"Mm, is it more comfortable to sit in?" Tang Song swept his peripheral vision over the long legs exposed by his beauty salon friend, his right hand always wanting to reach out there.

But considering her two female classmates were in the back seat, he really didn't have the nerve.

"It's very comfortable." Zhao Yaqian kept her legs together, leaning against the soft seat, feeling that she had underestimated Brother Song's strength.

Li Yuanyuan and Jiang Zimu in the back seat looked at each other.

Being able to drive a Mercedes S at such a young age, whether it came from family or personal, proved that the other party was not simple at all.

Not to mention that he was so handsome and had such a good temperament.

Looking at the silly Zhao Yaqian, they felt sour in their mouths.

Sure enough, being beautiful is also a kind of capital.

With such a boyfriend, Qianqian doesn't need to do anything, doesn't need to work hard, and won directly, the kind that lies in bed.