PFC Chapter 167 The Troubled Little Guy
Chapter 167 The Troubled Little Guy
If Chen Dong hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that Yun Yao was so beloved by so many people.
"Madam." Chen Dong became more respectful upon seeing the returning woman.
"Okay, let's go."
……
Unlike the harmonious atmosphere here, Su Yuchen was driven crazy by the noise.
No sooner had Yun Yao left than Mo Peichen rushed in.
"Su Yuchen! Su Yuchen! Su Yuchen!" The voices arrived before the person.
Su Yuchen didn't even look up until Mo Peichen rushed up to him in a hurry.
"Stop writing!" He snatched the pen from Su Yuchen's hand.
"Su Yuchen, aren't we brothers?"
"No."
Mo Peichen: "..." That's not important.
"Even if we weren't, we've been working together for so long, haven't we? How could you be so selfish?"
Very well, they've even used the word "selfish." Su Yuchen's face darkened.
Sensing the change in Su Yuchen's attitude, Mo Peichen felt a chill run down his spine.
"Um... what are you looking at? I'm asking you, do you have the Skinner's contact information?"
"Yes," Su Yuchen replied without hesitation.
Mo Peichen instantly became excited, his eyes practically sparkling.
"Give me!"
Su Yuchen remained silent, only staring at him with an expression as if someone owed him a million dollars, which sent chills down one's spine.
“Just ten minutes ago, the Skinner left my office,” Su Yuchen said calmly.
Mo Peichen: "..." What did he miss?
Mo Peichen was on the verge of tears. If he had gotten up ten minutes earlier, wouldn't he have seen the true face of the skinner? Wouldn't he have been the first person in China to do so?
and many more.
"Was the skinner at your house yesterday?"
"Ah."
"Was that man who suddenly appeared during the live stream you?" Mo Peichen asked in surprise.
"do you have any opinion?"
"I don't have any opinions, but wait, let me sort this out first." Mo Peichen began to consider.
"The Skin Peeler was at your house yesterday, and you were the person in the video. So... you're the Skin Peeler's boyfriend?" Mo Peichen felt like he had just realized the truth, and he was shocked.
"Yes," Su Yuchen readily admitted.
Mo Peichen felt as if the sky had collapsed in an instant, his finger trembling as he pointed at Su Yuchen.
"You, you..." He stammered for a long time but couldn't come up with anything.
In that instant, Mo Peichen felt as if a light had suddenly been pierced through his mind, and all the questions he had had for so many years were finally answered.
No wonder Su Yuchen has never had a woman by his side; it turns out he really does like men, just as the outside world has speculated!
Furthermore, he said that Su Yuchen, who is always self-disciplined and has a discerning palate, would never choose to marry that old monster Yun Yao. It turns out he was just using her as a cover!
No wonder, no wonder!
"Su Yuchen, if you and the Skinner are truly in love, what about Yun Yao?" Mo Peichen asked seriously.
Su Yuchen: "..." I really have the urge to throw him out.
"Isn't this a normal phenomenon?"
Mo Peichen was shocked; he never expected Su Yuchen to be this kind of person!
"Su Yuchen, you're such a beast!" You actually tried to have your cake and eat it too!
Before he could finish his sentence, Su Yuchen shot him a glare, making Mo Peichen tremble with fear.
"I suddenly have a bit of a stomachache, um... I'm going now!" With that, Mo Peichen ran faster than a rabbit.
……
Yun Yao left all the work to Chen Dong and was happy to be free. She was standing in front of the window thinking about her next plan when she felt a familiar aura surrounding her below.
Looking down intently, piercing through the vast clouds, Yun Yao indeed spotted a familiar figure on the bustling commercial street.
Yun Zichen, who already showed signs of being a handsome young man at such a young age, was looking around as he weaved through the crowd, seemingly trying to hide something.
Looking into the distance, Yun Yao saw several bodyguards in black looking flustered.
Could this brat have run away from home?
Yun Yao kept staring at that small figure until he shook off all the bodyguards behind him.
What a troublesome little guy!
Chen Dong was engrossed in his work and didn't notice Yun Yao's departure at all.
……
A large-scale racing competition is being held at Luanfeng Mountain, where engines roar.
Yun Yao followed the taxi in her black car until Yun Zichen's small figure got out of the car.
"Sigh, since you call me aunt, I won't tell your mom and your uncle."
As she spoke, Yun Yao put her mask and hat on her head, got out of the car, and followed.
It's normal for boys to like cars, but very few like extreme sports like this.
Yun Yao leaned against a big tree, her eyes fixed on Yun Zichen, who was cheering for the race car driver in front of her.
When she noticed someone staring at her, Yun Yao pulled her hat down further.
Snow racing tests not only the driver's skills but also the performance of the car. If either goes wrong, the driver is likely in grave danger.
Having not visited for a long time, Yun Yao became interested.
In these kinds of amateur races, there's no such thing as competitive spirit. It all comes down to the racers' passion, skill, and daring. If you want to enter professional racing, you have to start with these amateur races.
Of course, there's another option: throwing money at it.
Money makes the world go round; it's a universal truth.
"Ladies and gentlemen, do you see our two racers on the track? Number three is a retired champion from the international league. You're in for a treat today!" A burly man wrapped in a down jacket introduced to the crowd.
He boasted about Number Three for almost ten minutes, but he didn't mention Number Twelve, who was fighting against Number Three, at all.
Because of the presence of number three, the tradition of starting the competition immediately has been broken, and the big man who just spoke has actually added a step without authorization.
"Number Three Master, the competition is about to start. Do you have any advice for your opponent?"
The burly man, surrounded by admirers, glanced around with disdain, finally fixing his contemptuous gaze on his opponent, contestant number twelve.
"I will crush you as easily as crushing an ant." The provocation was quite obvious.
The man standing opposite him was not tall and did not have the same imposing presence as Number Three. Faced with Number Three's provocation, he simply smiled.
"Only losers spout nonsense from the start." A seemingly innocuous sentence from under the helmet caused a huge uproar among the crowd.
"How dare you speak to a great master like that! You might not even know how you died!"
"Exactly! Do all this trash dare to be this arrogant nowadays?"
"Master, cripple him!"
"Rubbish!"
Everyone's intentions towards him were very obvious, but only the small figure standing in front showed no emotion on his face.
He stared intently at Number Twelve, eager to see what kind of face was hidden beneath that helmet.
Because the feeling he gave me was really familiar, especially that identical arrogance and disdain for others!
"Alright, let's start placing bets!"
Playing in the wild is like gambling; you can bet on whoever you think will win.
If you win, you will make a fortune; if you lose, you will lose everything.
"Number three, of course, without a doubt!"
As the stakes were thrown down, one million after another, Yun Zichen looked at the people cheering for number three and felt an instinctive disgust.
"I bet on number twelve and I'll win five million."