Chu Fan pushed the door and got out of the car, lit a cigarette, and had no expression on his face.
The top of the mountain was noisy, and the crowd quickly gathered, cheering, whistling, and taking pictures one after another, as if welcoming the new king of the car circle to the throne.
But Chu Fan was always lazy and didn't even lift his eyelids.
At this moment, a familiar fragrant breeze blew.
Song Zhiyu stepped on his sneakers and walked up to him, his eyes were a little awkwardly hesitant, but his voice was lower than before: "The ... just now You drove it, it's really good. "
"It's much better than I thought."
Her tone was calm and her expression was light, but her fingers unconsciously twisted the corners of her clothes, and her eyes never dared to look directly at Chu Fan's face.
"But—"
She pursed her lips and added, "However, it's just better than the half-hanging of the golden retriever, don't be too proud." "
Chu Fan didn't reply to her, just smiled lightly, too lazy to fight.
He didn't respond, but made Song Zhiyu feel empty, and his eyes floated for a moment.
Just as I was about to change the topic to ease the atmosphere, my afterglow suddenly swept -
Congratulations to the little demon.
She was sitting by the car door, her face flushed, her legs were tightly together, her breathing was obviously not stable, her eyes were weak, and there was a little sweat on her forehead, and her whole body looked like she had just finished a strenuous exercise.
Song Zhiyu's eyebrows moved, and he said in surprise:
"Little demon? You ... Why is your face so red? "
He Xiaoyao raised her head suddenly, bumped into Chu Fan's smiling gaze, and the meat that was still trembling under her suddenly shrank, and the whole person was confused.
"I, I'm okay..."
"I, I'm fine..." She looked away, her voice was as soft as a mosquito, "Maybe I'm too excited..."
Song Zhiyu still wanted to ask, but Chu Fan was next to her, and a sentence floated out in a very light tone:
She was too emotional... Leaked a little hard. "
Song Zhiyu was slightly startled and glanced at him suspiciously: "... What did you say? "
Chu Fan didn't look back, only smoked a cigarette, and said in a lazy tone:
It means that he was so excited that he leaked out... Don't worry, it will slow down in a while." "
Song Zhiyu nodded thoughtfully, without thinking much.
But He Xiaoyao on the side instantly turned red when she heard this, and glared at Chu Fan fiercely -
The look in his eyes was ashamed and annoyed, and he wanted to pounce on him and bite him.
She clamped her legs, sat stiffly, and the bottom of her pants was still wet, so sticky that she was so ashamed that she could hardly speak.
Just as the atmosphere had just calmed down, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd.
Wei Ziang walked over from the other side of the pile of cars, as soon as the wind blew, the jacket on his body bulged, his steps were unhurried, his hands were in his pockets, he was biting a toothpick, with a smile on his face, and the weather was uncertain
"Tsk."
He stopped two meters away from Chu Fan, glanced at the golden retriever not far away, and said in a casual tone:
"I didn't expect you to have something! It seems that I haven't trained enough to win my dog! "
As soon as these words came out, the originally lively crowd suddenly quieted down, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little colder.
Song Zhiyu raised her eyes and glanced at him, did not speak, the corners of his lips tightened slightly, and there was a hint of imperceptible disgust in his expression.
He Xiaoyao's face darkened, his body that had just eased up tightened a little more, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were full of disdain.
But Wei Ziang seemed unaware and continued to smile and say:
"But no wonder you are so proud, win a puppy, and your tail will be raised to the sky?"
He squinted his eyes and turned to Chu Fan, the smile on the corner of his mouth widened little by little, revealing neat white teeth, and his tone was stern:
"Next time, I'll come in person - when the time comes, let's see if you can make it to the end."
The atmosphere was stagnant.
Chu Fan took a puff of smoke slowly, didn't even raise his eyelids, but replied lazily:
"If you really want to come, remember to buy yourself a personal accident insurance first."
He exhaled the smoke and added with a smile: "I'm most annoyed by people dying on the track - it's too troublesome to clean up afterwards." "
The crowd "poofed", and some people couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The smile on Wei Ziang's face suddenly froze.
When Song Zhiyu heard this, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips slightly.
——This brother-in-law, really...
And the red tide on He Xiaoyao's face had just disappeared, but now he was forced out again by this scene.
She stared at Wei Ziang and replied coldly:
"I'm afraid you're not as good as your dog."
Wei Ziang's eyes sank, the corners of his lips twitched, as if he had something to say, but there were many people, he didn't open his mouth after all, snorted, bit his toothpick and turned to leave.
But Chu Fan just stood there, his expression as lazy as before, as if from beginning to end, and he didn't pay attention to this small scene at all.
About half an hour later, the second game officially began.
Chu Fan sat back in the car and slowly drove the car to the starting line
As soon as the car door rang, Song Zhiyu came over.
She took a deep breath next to the car, opened the co-pilot's door, and stepped in.
As soon as she sat down, she frowned slightly.
- There was a strange smell in the car.
It is not the smell of sweat or oil, but a damp mixed with a faint body fragrance.
She frowned subconsciously and muttered in a low voice:
"Why is the taste so strange..."
The voice was not heavy, but it floated clearly into Chu Fan's ears.
He was lowering his head and adjusting the dashboard, and when he heard the words, he glanced at her, and a smile slowly rose from the corner of his mouth, and his tone was light:
"The position you are sitting in, well, someone 'flowed' just now."
"... Flowed over? Song Zhiyu was slightly stunned, and before he understood the words, his brows furrowed first.
Chu Fan didn't explain, just closed the window and continued in a lazy tone:
He Xiaoyao was more emotional just now... The movement is a bit loud. "
Song Zhiyu's eyes paused, and a trace of doubt appeared in her eyes.
Sweating? Tears? Still is... Stream something else?
She glanced down at the passenger seat and didn't see any special traces, but the smell became more obvious as she got closer.
With a familiar warm and humid smell, mixed with the smell left after body rubbing, it was like ... Well...
She frowned and was about to ask again, but her afterglow suddenly swept under Chu Fan.
His legs were naturally spread out, and his posture was lazy.
However, the position of the crotch seems to float a dark wet mark, but it happens to be under the already bulging part, with an obvious curvature and an ... area. Not small.
Song Zhiyu's breath stagnated, several possibilities flashed through his mind, and her face suddenly froze.
She swallowed her saliva and forced herself to speak:
"... Why are your pants wet? "
Chu Fan looked down, but his expression was not turbulent, he raised his eyes and looked at her with a smile: "What do you think?" "
Song Zhiyu was shocked to see it.
She couldn't tell for a moment whether the wet marks were sweat, urine, or ... Something else.
But her mind instinctively flashed the scene of the night before yesterday -
When she was stuck by her brother-in-law's semen, she went back to the room and quietly wiped her pussy, as if a small electric current rushed into her body from her fingertips.
The pleasure and the honey that gushed out, as well as the smell that remained between the fingers, were almost exactly the same as the breath in the carriage at this moment.
She subconsciously clamped her legs, her cheeks were slightly red, her eyes were a little panicked, she quickly turned her face away, and her tone was calm:
"How do I know."
Chu Fan didn't answer, just laughed lowly, and continued to prepare before departure.
And Song Zhiyu leaned on the passenger seat, sniffing the smell in the air, his brows kept frowning, and his mind was constantly thinking.
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