Han Yu

45 Collision

How quickly the news spread in the circle, young master Han went to drink a little wine to relax, and the news spread that he didn't know why he used the drink to relieve his worries.

Qiao Yi quickly blocked the door.

Han Fang was also unlucky, he called his old man before he had had a few sips and asked him to go home for dinner. He had no doubt that his old man would kill himself if he dared to be a little late.

So he stepped out of the bar door with a lifeless expression, and just happened to meet Qiao Yi who had killed him.

By the way, after Qiao Yi was carried back, he left an indescribable scar on his abdomen, which was quite ugly, which shows how hard Han put down his hands.

Qiao Shang felt a little disliked for his son, who had either one problem or that problem every three days, and asked him how the injury came about. Qiao Yi killed him because he accidentally bumped into some broken thing and injured him. Qiao Shang was so excited. Just leave a sentence: "You will die."

With the intention of throwing his hands away and not wanting to take care of him, the young expert Qiao Yi sneered disdainfully, making him look like an old man who took care of him.

Qiao Yi suspected that even if he poked a hole in the sky, Qiao Shang would still let him poke it as he liked.

So Qiao Yi didn't understand the meaning of Qiao Shang's tinkering with him at all.

Born to watch or to play with.

The unsolved mystery of this life.

During the period of recuperation, Qiao Yi didn't know what kind of demon he was possessed by. The one who was thinking about Han Fang the most was Han Fang, and he didn't bother to keep fighting with his illegitimate brother. He didn't even bother thinking about it.

What I hate the most is making wedding clothes for others.

He worked so hard to be drugged and beaten, only to finally pick the sweet fruit, and Cheng Yaojin was killed halfway, and he was beaten into a pile of glass slag, and it was fine, and...

Thinking of Han Fang's possibility of being killed by something, Qiao Yi's whole body was in a bad mood, but this person didn't know where he came from, and he couldn't find him, which made his stomach full of fire in his heart.

Qiao Yi didn't expect at all that the truth was that the man wanted to be rejected by Han Fang but failed.

Life is like a big aunt with a blurred face, and the truth is always blurred and blurred.

I heard that after Han Fang came back, he lived completely at home, looking like he wanted to isolate himself from the world. Qiao Yi had nowhere to arrest him, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart. If you want to see that person, your heart will itch if you don't see it.

As soon as I heard that Han Fang was here, I rushed to the door to find him.

Han Fang raised his eyes slightly, and saw that the enemy was really jealous, and felt a little itchy for no reason.

Qiao Yi provoked a faint smile, and half-truthfully said: "Young Master Han, don't come here without any problems."

This title is quite ironic.

Qiao Yi's eyes wandered around Han Fang's collar for a few times, thinking of what kind of traces would be inside, he couldn't help feeling impetuous.

Han Fang raised his eyes, "Get out of the way."

Qiao Yi's smile stopped, and Han Fang sneered, "Why doesn't your father call you home for dinner? It's not appetizing to let you out at this time."

Qiao Yi's expression didn't change, his fingers tightened imperceptibly, and he said with a light smile, "I just want to ask, did you have fun on Young Master Han's birthday?"

Han Fang's face darkened in an instant, "Are you fucking looking for trouble?"

"No way." Qiao Yi still had that pretentious appearance, but he didn't know why he was a little impetuous in his heart, especially when he saw Han Fang's undisguised disgust, he couldn't help feeling bored.

Otherwise, people are cheap. He calculated others before and then hoped that they would give him a good face.

Where is such a beautiful good thing.

Qiao Yi's expectation that Han Fang could give him a smiling face in his lifetime would be fantastic, but he couldn't bear to be ignored by this person like this, and the depression welling up in his heart would overwhelm him.

Qiao Yi casually patted his cuffs, with that casual chuckle still on his face, but his eyes were fixed on Han Fang for a moment, as if even he didn't know why the inexplicable emotion surged up in his chest, he Slowly said: "I just want to remind you, the young master has not forgotten the match we had before."

He just held on to that bit of resentment, not reconciled to being thrown out of Han Fang's sight, as if he wanted to regain his sense of existence.

Provoked a seemingly pleasant arc, "The winning party can ask the losing party to do anything."

"Young master, do you still dare to answer?"

Han Fang stared at him for a while, then slowly said: "Qiao Yi, if you don't work, you won't die."

The hand that reached into his pocket knocked down the phone that kept ringing urging him to go home.

The person in front of him had a calm expression and cold eyes, "You are looking for death, I will accompany you."

The sky was already dark, and the lights outside the bar were more or less flickering outside, his face was still in the flickering lights, still the same, his eyes were bone-chillingly cold, and the smile on the corners of his lips was also creeping up and spreading. Liang Si looked at him without too much emotion in his eyes, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant, still flaunting wantonness, but those were restrained in his careless heart.

Qiao Yi's heart trembled slightly in the pupils that coldly reflected his figure, and suddenly a thought came to him, as long as this person keeps looking at him like this, it will be fine. Because at this time, it belonged to him, Qiao Yi.

He smiled lightly, even if he hated it, it belonged to him.

Qiao Yi asked Han Fang to pick a familiar venue to race.

Han Fang listened to Qiao Yi's unhurried voice: "I have played in all the big and small lands in the capital, and I am not familiar with them. To be fair, let Young Master Han choose."

He raised a cold smile, feeling that the vibrating mobile phone in his pocket was annoying, so he fumbled and pressed the off button, looked up at Qiao Yi, pulled the corner of his lower lip perfunctorily, gave a place name, and left He turned around and left.

Again.

Qiao Yi looked at his back, and the uncomfortable feeling in his chest surged up again. This feeling of being emotionally affected by others was too unfamiliar to Qiao Yi.

So he frowned and turned to drive together.

Different cars drove in two directions, all headed for the same destination.

When Han Fang got into the car and was about to step on the gas pedal, he suddenly felt that something had hit him. He stretched out his hand and felt it before he could see it.

The military knife given by Zhou Fu.

Under the lights of the car, Han Fang lowered his head and looked at the sharp military knife in his hand with an uncertain expression. He stroked the line of English letters, and suddenly a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and he stretched out his hand to throw it away.

After hitting the car door with a crisp sound, Han Fang didn't know where it rolled and fell, and Han Fang started the car without even looking at it.

It seemed to be raining, and the raindrops hit the car window thinly and densely.

It happened to be the weather and people that Han Fang hated.

It wasn't until I got out of the car that the rain was still falling lightly, and when the cold slapped on the face, people didn't notice the slight pain. At first, I felt a little cool, and my fingertips were also cold.

Qiao Yi had already arrived, standing there watching Han get off the car, the rain wet the broken hair on his forehead, covering his beautiful and flamboyant eyebrows.

Qiao Yi moved his fingers, and the people around him cautiously persuaded him according to the weather: "Young Master Qiao, why don't we change the appointment with Young Master Han, look at the weather, the road is easy to be slippery when it rains..."

Qiao Yi glanced over unhurriedly, and the man shut his mouth embarrassingly, but he couldn't help thinking that it would not be so easy to meet Han Fang next time.

Han Fang's eyes didn't bother to glance over the people playing on the same table, but there was a familiar one, which made him stop for a while unconsciously.

Anyone who looks familiar must have hatred.

Han Fang remembered that the other party was following Qiao Yi's faction to play in Qiao Yi's circle, but he just couldn't remember what the other party's name was, so he simply ignored it and went straight to the center of the topic, Qiao Yi.

Seeing him staring at Jiang Mo for a while, Qiao Yi felt puzzled, and seeing someone looking away at him lacking in interest, felt a sense of nervousness for the first time.

"Walk around here, whoever returns to the original point first wins."

Qiao Yi didn't know if he listened or not, but he nodded anyway, Han Fang ignored his absent-mindedness when he saw him nodding, turned his head and got into the car.

Today, I didn’t deliberately plan to come to the appointment match, but I just came across it halfway. I was not as prepared as before. Qiao Yi’s situation is almost the same as him. Half of Qiao Yi left everyone behind when he received the news to arrest Han Fang, and told the story as soon as he received a call on the road, so he came together in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, Han Fang's reputation spread far and wide, and in just a short while, all the spectators gathered here by coincidence.

Seeing that Han Fang and Qiao Yi both got into the car at the same time, their enthusiasm rose a little bit, and even the rainy day couldn't extinguish their raging fire.

No matter which side loses, there is a good show to watch.

Han Fang didn't like being treated as a world-shattering drama, so he rolled down the car window and glanced coldly at a dandy with an excited face, "Hello."

The man was fed by Han Fang suddenly, and he looked at him in confusion.

"Do you want me to take you around?"

The man was not so stupid that he couldn't even wink, and shook his head with a smirk.

"Then keep your chest up, your belly in, and your head up, don't smile like a fool."

"..."

With a glance, Qiao Yi also followed Han Fang as he drifted past gloomyly, the latter seemed to be isolated from the world with the window rolled down.

At the same time, they stepped on the accelerator together and drove past almost in no particular order.

There were shouts all around.

Those excessive shouts mixed with the rain were indistinct, and the surrounding scenery quickly receded from the corner of the eye, and a few raindrops came in from the open car window, dripping from the corner of Han Fang's forehead to his chin, and came out mixedly. The back is also faintly drenched with sweat, and the brain is in a congested state at the moment. It swells to the best and feels dizzy. Because of the excessive speed, even the air breathed into the mouth is a bit sharp, making the throat dry and choked, like a hand. Rusty blunt knife.

In the beginning, both Han Fang and Qiao Yi stepped on the accelerator to accelerate to the fastest speed, the routine was the same, they just wanted to be ahead of each other at the very beginning, so now they are a bit on par and no one can surpass them. Who's on top of the situation.

There was a stalemate at a certain distance, and the decisive turning point was at the intersection.

The corner is almost an opportunity to decide the outcome.

Han Fang has a relatively large terrain advantage. Unlike Qiao Yi, who is difficult to use on the inside, the corner of his mouth is slightly pulled at the moment. With the help of the force from the outside, it may also be due to the opportunity of the slippery road in rainy days, and the smooth and unimaginable slide He passed Qiao Yi in a beautiful arc.

Just a few seconds is enough to take this opportunity to leave Qiao Yi behind and chase after him.

Experience is one thing.

Luck is also a thing.

No matter how unwilling Qiao Yi is to let it go, as long as he crosses the short few hundred meters ahead, Han Fang will win this round.

Even though Qiao Yi was still chasing after him, he still seemed to be on a par with him, but it could be seen that Han Fang was still a little ahead of him.

Han Fang thought about it for a while, because the rainy day is more suitable for racing.

When he was about to reach the finish line, Qiao Yi's car suddenly turned in the direction of Han Fang and ran into him.

The crowd was in an uproar.

This is also a means, if Han Fang dodges, Qiao Yi can take advantage of the moment he dodges to overtake and count him as the winner.

But unexpectedly.

Han Fang didn't dodge.

It's fine if you don't dodge it, but driving the car and bumping into Qiao Yi is like fighting to the death.

At that moment, everyone's face turned pale with shock.

The two cars collided, sending sparks flying.

It’s over.

Han Fang always keeps his word when he speaks.

——You are looking for death, and I will accompany you.

Qiao Yi's eyes widened. At this moment, the man frowned casually, his eyes were cold, like the rain falling from the car window and falling on his body, chilly.

In fact, that moment was very fast, and it was also very long, which Qiao Yi will remember his whole life.

His smile is wanton and cruel, as if no one can tell him to bow his head.

I want to win you.

I want to win you.

Qiao Yi's lips trembled slightly, and his consciousness began to blur.

The winning party can ask the losing party to do anything.

I want you to like me.

Blood slowly slid down from Han Fang's forehead. He gasped and closed his eyes. The last thing he saw was a flash of fire that suddenly bloomed in the night sky, trembling and swaying in front of his eyes. He smiled vaguely, arrogant and proud.

Who can make him bow his head.

No one can make him bow his head.

The moment he lost consciousness, Han Fang vaguely thought of a problem, he was not wearing a seat belt while driving.

...it's over.