Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan Chapter 195

Chapter 195 The Heartbroken Little Seventh Master (plus more)

"You lied to me?!" Lu Shen jumped.

Shen Yu gave him a contemptuous look: "You are too stupid."

Heartbroken, old man!

"...What do you want?" After a long while, the man spoke quietly, without the previous arrogance, like a big rooster who has been defeated.

Shen Wei picked up the spray paint at his feet, weighed it, and smiled, "Simple."

Looking at her suffocated look, Lu Shen swallowed, took a half step back defensively, and stared at the woman's hand. To be precise, it was the unused white spray paint in her hand. He couldn't take his eyes off it.

"you dare?!"

"Qiye won't think that I'm going to spray you?"

"of course not."

Shen Yu's smile suddenly sank: "But I just want to spray you..." As he spoke, he suddenly approached, with a smile in his eyes, but it made people feel an inexplicable chill.

Lu Shen reflexively stretched out his hand to block in front of him, and took the lead to protect his handsome face, but the expected bad situation did not happen, he only felt someone touch his thigh, and his cheeks suddenly flushed.

This time, he was not afraid of his handsome face, so he withdrew his hand in an instant, and his sight became unobstructed, just enough to take a full view of the corners of the woman's lips that were raised in joy, then, his eyes moved to the left, and fell on the woman's raised right hand, A car key was hanging in the air, shaking it deliberately, with a hint of demonstration.

Lu Shen's complexion changed, and he immediately reached out to touch his trouser pocket, and sure enough—

His car keys, gone!

Shen Wei pressed it lightly, only to hear a "di" call from an expensive and aggressive bright yellow Aston Martin not far away.

Lu Shen didn't have time to stop him, so he saw Shen Yu running towards his car, and then—

Cheap!

Shen Wei clapped her hands, put away the spray paint can, looked at her work with satisfaction, turned around and spread her hands at Lu Shen who was already dumbfounded, "OK, it's worth an Aston Martin for my little Martha. "

Under Lu Shen's distressed gaze, Shen Yu sat in her red Masa without hesitation, manipulated the steering wheel skillfully with one hand, and raised her **** at the man outside through the windshield with the other hand, "Seven Lord, today's lesson should teach you what it means to be self-inflicted, right? Well, let's make it even, bye~"

After saying that, he walked away, whether intentionally or unintentionally, when passing Lu Shen, Shen Wei happened to hit the gas pedal, and instantly sprayed someone's exhaust gas in the face.

"Ah bah—" Lu Shen didn't react until he could no longer see the rear of the car, and quickly took a few sips to get rid of the disgusting smell.

Then, he took two steps forward and fell down crying on the hood of his beloved car, "My little Martin, you have been ruined by others, Papa is sorry for you..."

A burst of mournful crying hovered over the parking lot, and it lasted for a long time. Someone just came to pick up the car, and saw a handsome and embarrassed man crying on the hood of a yellow Aston Martin supercar.

As for why…

Everyone knows it at a glance, after all, the crooked and bold "S—H—I—T" on the body is so conspicuous.

The car cannot be driven. On the way from the company to the 4S store, Shen Wei has already received countless looks and amazed looks, and what's more, he directly took out his mobile phone and started taking pictures and recording videos.

Luxury cars, spray paint, swear words are simply the biggest hot spots!

Even when she arrived at the 4S store, the staff who received her could not help but have a weird expression: "Miss, your car..."

"The brat is playing a prank." Shen Wei said lightly.

At this moment, Lu Shen, who was scolded and described as a "bear child", was also in a hurry to find the nearest 4S store. After crying enough, he remembered to save the little boy...

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