Chapter 504 The Latest Concept Car

Chapter 504 The latest concept car

Listening to his aggrieved complaints, Li Qiao lowered her head and rubbed her forehead.

Strictly speaking, if the seven sons hadn't gone their separate ways back then, An Yao might really have become their partner.

Seeing that she didn't speak, An Yao secretly opened the mobile banking, planning to return the car money back the same way.

"You said it too, it's just a 'reserve'." Naturally, Li Qiao wouldn't miss his trick, raised her eyebrows and teased An Yao, making it clear that both money and goods were paid.

An Yao drooped his head sullenly, stuffed his phone back into his pocket, turned around and looked at the Ferrari F8, snorted, and muttered, "I've never seen someone so fussy about you."

Is this how you care about everything?

Li Qiao looked at him sideways, with a slight arc on her lips, "Would you like a drink?"

An Yao's face turned from cloudy to sunny in an instant, and he stamped his feet on the ground, pulling at the hem of her clothes and urging: "You said, don't go back on your word, walk around, you won't come back tonight if you don't get drunk."

In front of Li Qiao, An Yao didn't have the arrogance and domineering of the rich second generation, just like a spoiled boy, his every move was full of vigor and willfulness.

In fact, he is four years older than Li Qiao.

...

Dijing Old Cannon Nightclub.

Li Qiao and An Yao drove a Ferrari into the parking lot in front of the entrance.

Both of them have a more casual style, outstanding temperament, and every gesture exudes the smell of money.

Even though Li Qiao was relatively low-key, when An Yao appeared at the nightclub, a familiar wine seller immediately led them to the booth in the VIP area.

The nightclub was smoky and full of noisy sound waves.

With a wave of his hand, An Yao ordered two bottles of whiskey, as well as various fruit plates and snacks.

"Have you been in Nanyang these few years?" An Yao poured two glasses of wine, handed them back to Li Qiao, and asked with a smile.

Li Qiao took the wine glass, took a sip, "Well, my family is in Nanyang."

An Yao raised his head and drank half of the wine in one gulp, curled his lips and said, "Why did you all go your separate ways all of a sudden back then? You didn't even say a word, which made it hard for me to find."

"Something happened." Li Qiao shook her wine glass, her tone was very calm.

An Yao took advantage of the situation and turned his head, looked at her in the light that was not too bright, and said thoughtfully, "Although I don't have much ability, if you need help, you don't have to be polite to me."

Although, he felt that the possibility of Li Qiao asking him for help was very slim.

Even the investigation of Ferrari Enzo last time was based on the help of his father's general agent in the Asia-Pacific region.

Li Qiao and An Yao looked at each other, and after a while, pressed the corners of their lips, narrowing their eyes, "Okay."

...

After eleven o'clock at night, Li Qiao and An Yao parted ways at the entrance of the nightclub.

Since both of them drank, An Yao specially called the exclusive driver of the nightclub, and drove them away.

Right now, he was sitting in the co-pilot of the Ferrari, stuck his head out of the car window, and hiccupped: "Can I find you tomorrow?"

Li Qiao didn't drink too much, at least she was sober than him, she strolled to her F8 car, glanced at him, "It depends on the situation."

"Well, all right then."

An Yao lay on the car window and reluctantly watched the F8 go away, but before he could see enough, the phone in his pocket rang.

He took a look, and immediately sobered up, "Dad, what's the matter."

"..."

Hearing his father's furious roar, An Yao scratched his hair irritably, "What do you mean I went out to roam again?"

"..."

"No, I didn't show off, and you didn't say that the cars in the showroom can't be driven?"

The prince of the Fa family held up the phone to fight wits with his father. Anyway, no matter what the other party said, he would have countless reasons to turn back.

To put it bluntly, this wayward prince drove away all eight new models in the concept showroom of Teikyo Ferrari tonight.

The first time his father got the news, he almost didn't call the police, thinking that the exhibition hall had been stolen.

...

The next morning, two Hongqi cars drove from the Dijing Bieyuan to the old house of the Zong family, and a fiery red Ferrari F8 followed behind the Hongqi car.

Li San sat in the co-pilot of the F8, looking at the structure of the car, "When did you buy it?"

It's a new concept car.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Li Qiao glanced at the rearview mirror, "An Yao sent it."

"An Yao?" Li San repeated the name, "That second idiot from the Ferrari family?"

Li Qiao pursed her lips and smiled, and pouted at the red flag car in front of her, "Well, the driver is a family member, and it's inconvenient to talk in the car. I'll drive this for a few days, just in case."

Li San nodded in agreement, "Get me a similar one."

"OK."

An hour later, three vehicles drove into the vicinity of Wanliu Lane on the second ring road one after another.

The old house of the Zong family is at the end of the alley. It is a courtyard with a long history. Not far from it is the famous Prince's Mansion.

In front of the gate of the house, there are sentries standing guard.

After the Li family couple got off the car, they quickly took out a lot of gift boxes from the trunk.

In the living room in the front yard, there were tea and pastries on the table. When everyone was seated, Zong Zhan came in from the door in a white shirt and trousers.

Beside him was Liang Wanhua in an elegant cheongsam.

"Mother-in-law, you are here." Liang Wanhua walked to Duan Shuyuan very politely, and a few greetings broke the dull atmosphere in the living room.

Zong Zhan sat on the sofa by the window, his gaze fell on Li Qiao impartially.

There was only a small tea table between the two of them. He leaned over, propped his elbows on his knees, tilted his head and asked in a low voice: "How do you feel about Dijing?"

Li Qiao looked at Zong Zhan, there was nothing wrong with this sentence at first glance.

But the dignified Third Master Zong, would he care about her feelings for Dijing?

Li Qiao raised her eyelids, "It's not bad, but the alley outside your house... has too many pitfalls."

Zong Zhan reacted for a few seconds before recovering.

He pursed his lips and smiled, brushing his fingers over his eyebrows, "That may be because your car's chassis is too low."

"Maybe."

Speaking of this, both Li Qiao and Zong Zhan understood the other party's intentions invisibly.

He must have known that she got out of the car in the middle of last night, including the Ferrari, and he should have seen it too.

As for why he paid so much attention to his own affairs, Li Qiao knew very well.

The two looked at each other vaguely, and after a second, both looked away.

Several people sat in the living room chatting occasionally, time passed quietly, but Mr. Zong still didn't show up.

Liang Wanhua looked up at the wall clock on the wall, sighed silently, and explained to Duan Shuyuan: "The old man has not been in good health for the past two days, and he almost fell ill last night.

I'll go to see him again, you guys have some tea first, third child, please entertain me. "

Zong Zhan nodded to Liang Wanhua, then picked up the cigarette case from the coffee table, glanced at Zong Yue who had an unnatural expression, "Why don't you go and see your grandpa?"

Zong Yue bit the corner of her mouth, and responded with a guilty conscience, "Oh, I'll go right away."