Chapter 1961 — A Midnight Visit, Part One
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"Of course. As half a lover to you, I ought to match a little better — otherwise people will think you're keeping me as a pretty boy!" Sun Jingyan laughed.
"Then when do I get to be your whole lover?" Wei Zhao asked, smiling.
"A whole lover? Hmph, hmph — that still needs looking into!" Sun Jingyan said.
With Sun Jingyan, Wei Zhao felt a lightness he had never known before. Between the two of them, jokes ran clean and dirty alike, and he need not be careful to avoid anything.
Just as when he had looked at her chest — what came to Sun Jingyan was not shyness or anger, but the question of whether it looked good...
By the time they left Sun Jingyan's home, it was already past six in the evening. Neither of them had eaten. Wei Zhao was easy either way when it came to food, but Sun Jingyan's mind was fixed on the secret in the pendant, and she had no appetite.
The car belonged to the Mystery Investigation Bureau, so once they were on the expressway Wei Zhao drove well over the limit the whole way, unafraid that a ticket might arrive in the mail. Of course, such speed was already the Grand Cherokee's limit — but for Wei Zhao's driving skill, it was still a little too slow.
Especially now that Wei Zhao's strength had grown and his perception with it, the coordination of hand and eye had reached its peak. Passing cars saw only a black shadow vanish with a whoosh, so that they even thought they had met a ghost!
There was an exception, though. A silver Ferrari sports car was racing along the expressway at two hundred kilometers an hour — already a very fast speed — but when Wei Zhao's Grand Cherokee swept past the Ferrari, the young man driving it stared wide-eyed: "My God, faster than me? What kind of car is that?"
"Bro, looks like a Grand Cherokee..." Beside the young man sat a youth of seventeen or eighteen. The youth's eyesight was plainly excellent: Wei Zhao's speed was already nearing three hundred, yet he could make out the model of the car — clearly no ordinary person.
A 5.7-liter Grand Cherokee, specially modified by Feng Tianlong — otherwise Wei Zhao could not have driven so fast.
"Damn, chase him!" The young man had not expected a Grand Cherokee to run so fast, and was instantly a little humiliated. He slammed the accelerator to the floor, and the Ferrari's engine let out a roaring howl...
Faster, faster, faster still. The Ferrari could reach three hundred as well, but this was an expressway, not a professional racetrack; the road surface was uneven and there were often obstacles in the way. Even though the young man's driving skill was fine, in the end he could keep the speed no higher than around two hundred seventy or eighty...