MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 51

"80 years? No, this is not enough. It will not be added to 280. Sorry for your car."

To be precise, "ile" means miles, but when it comes to driving speed, everyone habitually equates "ile" with kilometers.

However, Han Yunyi said that the car was racing at eighty miles. Everyone present thought that he meant a speed of 80 miles per hour, which is 120 kilometers per hour.

"You have no heart disease or something?"

"I think should not be."

"Just no. This road is not complete. We ran a few times before. It only looks like 30 kilometers. There are few people on this road. There is no danger. There are no curves. Just drive the steering wheel straight. You can do it. Try to push the throttle to the bottom. Your car will accelerate in only 100 seconds at a speed of 100 kilometers.

"You will love this feeling."

After hearing this, Han Yun loosened a bit: "So, then I try."

He didn't have any concept of pushing the throttle to the bottom, and he didn't know how exaggerated the speed was-he, who was going to faint for a day at the playground facility, couldn't adapt to this speed.

As night fell, ten cars were lined up one after the other. There were no street lights on the highway, only two rows of safety fences facing the fluorescent lights, and the headlights of the supercar.

Because he was afraid that the Korean car was unsuitable for the first time, and the brakes caused a rear-end collision, his car came last, and the car in front shot like a swift arrow. Star point of the lamp.

Han Yun was expecting and afraid, and finally waited until the car in front disappeared, and the owner of the car parked next to him also made a gesture of waiting for you in front of him.

The road was empty, leaving only his car parked in the dead of night. Han Yun was eager to try, and slowly stepped on the throttle tentatively.

The car speeded up fast.

The speed quickly accelerated from zero to eighty. He stared at the dark road ahead like a swallowing monster, stared at the speedometer with his eyes down, and stepped on the accelerator unknowingly. With the windows closed, he could feel the wind passing by his ears, and his adrenaline soared.

Looking at the speed of more than two hundred, Han Yun was slowly improving, and the front was terribly dark. He could not see anything except the road where the lights could shine. He was a little scared in his heart, and his feet became loose quickly. accelerator.

The car suddenly stopped in the middle of the road. He was panting with his hands on the steering wheel, his heart twitched rapidly, and he was about to jump out of his throat, sweating on his forehead.

At this time, the phone's Bluetooth screen was connected in the car, and the incoming call suddenly appeared.

It's Fu Yuan.

Han Yun picked up and heard Fu Yuan asked him, "Where?"

"Eat ..." He didn't dare tell Fu Yuan that he was racing outside, and he was timid and didn't rise. The other cars were all at the end. He was still in the middle of the road.

Fu Yuan did not tell him that as soon as Han Yun was stimulated and his heartbeat accelerated, he would have induction, so whether Han Yun was eating or not, the answer was clear at a glance. But Fu Yuan didn't expose him on the phone, but let him go home quickly: "Where does your Majesty eat? The minister comes to pick you up."

"I didn't drink. I can drive. I'll come back by myself." It's not far from home. Let Fu Yuan take a trip. I have to go to the restaurant and order a table.

Twenty to thirty kilometers in length, other cars reached the end in less than ten minutes. Han Yun was almost half an hour before he arrived. He was very embarrassed, but no one laughed at him. There are no people or street lights on the highway, nothing, the man in front is dark, and a person who has never driven a car is left alone behind, and it is normal to be afraid.

Seeing that his face was a little white, his lips were pale, his curls were messy, and Cheng Yangshuo regretted taking him to drag the car: "Han Shao, are you okay? Where do you live and I drive you back?" "

It stands to reason that men love drag racing and like speed pursuits, and rarely have such a big reaction.

Han Yun waved his hand and said that it was all right: "My home is not far away. On the mountain over there, I'll go home by myself."

Han Yun slowly drove the car, but felt powerless after driving for a while. He leaned on his seat and took out his mobile phone to send a message to Cheng Yangshuo: "Don't call me such a drag racing event. I feel like I have a heart disease."

This thrill of racing is really not what people are looking for.

Later, Han Yun hesitated to call Fu Yuan's phone.

"His Majesty?"

Han Yun was silent for a few seconds, his fingers scratched the denim fabric of his pants, and said, "Mystery, you come to pick me up. I am a bit tired now and don't want to drive."

He opened the car window, and the night breeze in late autumn made his head awake, but he felt more and more weak.

Within a short while, Fu Yuan descended like a black sand, and the black sand on his body turned into a black robe, covering his tall body.

Fu Yuanla opened the door and the cold wind poured in. He lowered his head and looked at Han Yun.

Han Yun silently stretched his arms at him.

Fu Yuan bent over and hugged him, put it in the front passenger seat, adjusted the seat curvature for him, and let him lie comfortably in the car. After doing this, Fu Yuan didn't say a word from beginning to end, let alone ask him what he did.

He was driving very slowly. Han Yun started to lie on his side to watch him, took the mobile phone and put on the first pure music. He was weak, his body became heavier and he fell asleep in the car slowly.

When the car arrived, Han Yun woke up. He had some rest for a while, but was drowsy and unmoved, and let Fu Yuan hold him into the room.

Fu Yuan hugged him to the bed, squatted down to take off his shoes and socks, and worked hard.

Han Yun didn't move. He stared at his handsome face slightly, and sighed lowly, "Mysterious, you are so good, like my mother-in-law."

After Fu Yuan took off his shoes and socks, he stood up and bent down to unbutton his clothes for Han Yun, who was leaning on the bed, and looked down: "Then your Majesty should be obedient, don't drive fast next time."

"How do you know?"

Fu Yuan didn't explain, and Han Yun was a little upset. He opened his hands and didn't let him undress himself: "Do you monitor me? I'm afraid I'm in trouble."

Fu Yuan gazed at him quietly, his voice unshakable: "Are you still in trouble?"

Han Yun sank his face and said, "Go out."

"Yes, the court resigned." Fu Yuan just turned around and took a few steps, and Han Yun, who was lying on the bed, suddenly shouted, "Come back!"

"You want to leave before you finish taking your clothes off? You give me back."

The so-called companion is like a tiger, which is exactly the same. Han Yun's temper is not too big. Compared with other moody kings, his temper is too mild. But sometimes it was troublesome and troublesome, but Fu Yuan often condoned him most of the time.

His tall back paused for a few seconds before finally turning back, his face a little helpless.

Han Yun stared at him firmly, watching his slender fingers to undress himself and undress him. He would inevitably run into his hands. Occasionally, he would touch his waist and legs, and Han Yun would scratch his head: "Itchy. "

He slowly started to feel a little hot, and even a little bit of reaction.

As if he hadn't seen it, Fu Yuan sat up with Han Yun with one hand, took off his clothes and pants without saying a word, and replaced him with satin pajamas.

At this time, Han Yun calmed down and didn't toss anymore, sitting on the bed like a baby.

Fu Yuan fastened the buttons of his robes one by one, then brought a basin of water to wash his face. Han Yun obediently sat next to the bed, and Fu Yuan wrapped an arm around his back, holding him and wiping his face with a towel, his actions were very light.

As soon as Han Yun looked up, he could see Fu Yuan's serious and focused face. His green eyes were like ink, perhaps because of the particularly long eyelashes. When he looked at himself, he looked very affectionate. He also had a particularly smell. Like Tan and Mo.

Got Han Yun's heart up.