This is The Accord?

Calculating the time, Wu Mingzhe should be on his way. Jiang Lan was a little restless. If her third aunt saw Wu Mingzhe, she would mock and ridicule him even more.

She was afraid that Wu Mingzhe wouldn't be able to hold it in and argue with her third aunt.

Thus, Jiang Lan hurriedly said that she needed to go to the bathroom and called Wu Mingzhe.

But for some reason, Jiang Lan called twice, but Wu Mingzhe didn't pick up.

Was it inconvenient to drive? But Wu Mingzhe was used to wearing his Bluetooth headset.

Thus, Jiang Lan called again.

This time, Wu Mingzhe picked up.

Jiang Lan: "Hello, Honey, where are you? Why didn't you pick up just now? I was so worried. "

Wu Mingzhe: "I didn't set up my Bluetooth headset just now, but it's ready now. Baby, I'll be there soon. Don't worry."

Jiang Lan: "That's not what I meant. Otherwise, you shouldn't come."

Wu Mingzhe was stunned. "Why? Aren't you going home today? "

Jiang Lan: "… Why don't you go back tomorrow? My third aunt is showing her power again …"

Wu Mingzhe understood. He had met Jiang Lan's third aunt once before. She was indeed like Xianglin's wife, and she didn't like Wu Mingzhe for some reason.

This was also the reason why Wu Mingzhe wanted to rent a luxury car in advance — to shut his third aunt's mouth!

Fortunately, Wu Mingzhe wasn't afraid at all now.

Wu Mingzhe: "Don't worry, your third aunt won't be able to say anything if I go."

Jiang Lan: "Why not?"

Wu Mingzhe: "Just trust me. I'm hanging up now. Wait for me at home."

Jiang Lan agreed and hung up.

Although Wu Mingzhe told Jiang Lan not to worry, how could she not be worried?

But if Wu Mingzhe insisted on coming, then so be it. Moreover, her parents already knew that he was coming. It would be quite strange if he suddenly changed his mind.

At that time, if the situation was really bad, the most he could do was pull him away.

After Jiang Lan returned to the living room, Third Aunt and her family still had no intention of leaving.

Jiang Lan's mother, Deng Yuhui, brewed another pot of tea and served it to them.

Jiang Lan was also very helpless. She did not understand why her mother was so submissive to her third aunt, causing her to suffer together with her.

Deng Xiuhua waved at Jiang Lan. "Lan Lan, come here."

"Oh."

Jiang Lan could only sit down.

"I heard that your boyfriend is coming to pick you up later?"

"Yes, yes."

"Alright, it just so happens that I want to see him again and have a good talk with him."

"Third Aunt, you don't have to say anything to him. Just rest well."

"How can that be? If your parents are too embarrassed to say it, I will say it. "Deng Xiuhua patted her chest," I will be the bad guy! "

Jiang Lan could see that her third aunt was really going to make trouble. She could not help but feel even more uneasy.

At the same time, Wu Mingzhe drove the Pagani Son of the Wind to the gate of Jin Hua Villa.

Generally, when a car came to visit, the security guard would ask about the situation, but Wu Mingzhe drove a supercar.

When the security guard saw the car, he did not talk nonsense and directly raised the bar to let it pass.

Wu Mingzhe had been here more than once before, so he was familiar with the car and went straight to Jiang Lan's villa.

The super-large engine made a "boom, boom, boom" sound wave, which was very pleasant to hear.

Even in this high-end villa area, there were only a few top-level supercars like the Pagani Son of the Wind. Most of them were Porsche 718, 918, and Ares GTR, which were slightly more affordable million-dollar supercars.

When he arrived at Jiang Lan's house, he stopped the car, turned off the engine, and opened the wing door.

Wu Mingzhe got out of the car and then pressed the doorbell.

Today, he did not believe that Jiang Lan's third aunt could say anything.

After a while, Jiang Lan came out, followed by several people. In addition to Jiang Lan's parents, of course, there was also Jiang Lan's third aunt and her son.

Originally, they only needed to wait in the house, but how could she sit still? She asked her son to come out and "welcome" them.

The first time she saw Wu Mingzhe, it was a familiar smell.

The reason why Li Xiuhua did not like Wu Mingzhe was because she felt that this guy was a bit sloppy.

"Uncle, aunt, hello." Wu Mingzhe greeted Jiang Lan's parents with a smile.

Jiang Wenshi nodded: "Well, come in and sit down."

"Okay, uncle."

Wu Mingzhe followed Jiang Lan and her parents into the house.

Deng Xiuhua and his son Peng Xiang stood where they were and did not go in.

At this moment, Deng Xiuhua stretched his neck and looked at the car parked at the door: "Is that the Accord? It looks a bit weird … "

At this moment, Deng Xiuhua looked at his son and realized that he was standing there in a daze.

"Xiao Xiang, what are you thinking about? Mom is talking to you! "

"Ah? Mom, what did you say just now? "

"I said, is that the Accord? It looks quite high-end … "

Peng Xiang almost fell to the ground when he heard that.

"Mom, you, you can't talk nonsense. You're making a joke of yourself …"

"What's wrong? What's there to make a joke of? "

"That, that's a supercar. It might be worth ten or twenty million!"

"… What? How much? Ten or twenty million? RMB? "

As Deng Xiuhua spoke, he ran over and reached out his hand to touch it.

"Mom, don't touch it. If you rub off the paint, you can't afford to pay for it …"

When Deng Xiuhua heard that, he was shocked and quickly retracted his hand.

At this moment, Deng Yuhui pushed the door open and shouted, "Xiuhua, what are you two doing at the door? Come in and have some tea! Eh … "

Deng Yuhui then realized that there was an extremely flashy supercar parked at the door.

She did not notice it earlier.

"Whose is that? … Don't tell me it's … Mingzhe's? "

Deng Yuhui looked around and did not see Wu Mingzhe's Honda.

She took a closer look at the supercar and could not help but be shocked.

Deng Yuhui had been in the circle of the rich for many years and was a knowledgeable woman. Although she did not know this Pagani, she could tell that it was not a common supercar just by looking at its body design.

Moreover, even if it was a million-dollar supercar, most people could not afford it.

Therefore, Deng Yuhui turned around and called Jiang Wenshi out.

When Jiang Wenshi saw the car, his eyes widened. "Isn't this a Pagani? It's amazing. I heard that it costs tens of millions … Did he really drive it here?"

"I think … I think so …"

As Deng Yuhui spoke, she pursed her lips and smiled. She pointed at her sister, Deng Xiuhua.

She was completely dumbstruck. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything.

After a long time, Deng Xiuhua said to Jiang Wenshi and his wife, "Driving a car worth tens of millions? Is he a rich man? Is he trying to relocate? "

"We don't know about that. It's all private. We are not engaged. It's not good to ask."

Jiang Wenshi laughed.

After being criticized by Deng Xiuhua openly and secretly for a long time, he finally recovered.

He drove a million-dollar supercar. Your son drove a BMW 3 Series. Your family's car was not worth as much as one wheel and one headlight of the supercar.

Why did you criticize him blindly?

Although Jiang Wenshi also knew that this supercar was unlikely to be Wu Mingzhe's, it did not matter. As long as he earned face, it was fine.

Besides, how many people could borrow a supercar? That was also a skill.