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Qin Guoguo thought that it would be easy for her Porsche 911 to chase after a broken motorcycle. Unexpectedly, Wu Liang didn't even give her a chance.

After nearly 20 minutes of racing with Qin Guoguo, Wu Liang finally got rid of this stubborn girl.

Qin Guoguo slapped the steering wheel furiously, looked at the Jialing 125 which was getting further and further away, and wished she could run into it and smash it into pieces. However, a group of students, who had just finished school at noon, were crossing the road in a group in front of them.

"Damn pervert! Bastard, I'll let this old lady meet you in the future. I'll definitely castrate that damned thing of yours!" Qin Guoguo cursed as she suddenly saw the needle of the gas gauge, "Hey, how come there's more oil!?"

When Qin Guoguo drove into the gas station, she had already seen the bottom of the fuel tank. She didn't expect that after chasing for more than 20 minutes, the fuel in the tank would be increased instead of decreased.

Wu Liang was also suspicious, obviously, when he pissed on the Porsche's gas tank, he couldn't hear the sound of urine dripping. Wu Liang was also suspicious, obviously, when he pissed on the Porsche's fuel tank, he couldn't hear the sound of urine dripping.

Could it be that I can use my urine to replace gasoline? Wakaka, now that the motorcycle is gone, I'll take a piss and try my luck.

Wu Liang rode his broken motorbike, which was about to fall apart, around Hanchang City to earn more than an hour, but in the end, he still went back to his own little nest.

He had been renting this small house for more than two years, it used to be four people, he, his girlfriend or a one-night stand friend, Xiao Yan, as well as Lin Guoqiang and his girlfriend, Xiao Lee, had been renting it together. The house wasn't very big, but life furniture, appliances, and other living equipment were all there.

When he returned home, Wu Liang saw a note on the dining table, it was his girlfriend, Xiao Yan's handwriting, which said: In the two years and five months I spent with you, I was very happy, but I also have to chase after the Xiao Yan who only remembers my dream. I'm going, don't come find me.

"F * ck!" Wu Liang helplessly crumpled the note, "Fuck, does laozi count as a business? Love is a disappointment!"

Wu Liang gloomily lit a cigarette and walked into the room. Seeing that Xiao Yan's stuff was gone, he laughed self-deprecatingly and said to himself, "That's good too, I'll be alone in the future and have nothing to hold me back when I go out for fun. Hehe, innocent little girls, lonely little sisters, I'm here!"

After smoking, Wu Liang closed his phone, kicked off his shoes and didn't even take off his socks. He got into bed, ready to let Dream wash away the frustration and disappointment of the past few days.

After sleeping for who knows how long, Wu Liang was hit by a burst of banging sounds.

"Fuck, which family has a funeral for a dead person and disturbed my beautiful dream!" Wu Liang crawled up from the bed in annoyance. Just now, he was having a sweet dream in which he was having an intense bed exercise with the long-legged beauty called Qin Guoguo who drove the Porsche 911. Unexpectedly …

Wu Liang pricked up his ears and listened carefully. Oh, so it wasn't a funeral. He could finally identify the source of the sound. It was something that the residents on the upper floor seemed to be repairing or hammering nails at.

F * ck, there's no place for me to vent my anger. If I don't find a fault, I'll let you down. Thinking of this, Wu Liang put on his slippers and walked upstairs in a daze.

He didn't expect that when he just got up, he would be immersed in that dream. When he went upstairs, his feet tripped and Wu Liang just happened to hit his forehead on the stairs, which made him even more angry.

F * ck, if they didn't say something like that to laozi, laozi would definitely set his home on fire.

Wu Liang wiped away the blood from his forehead and knocked on the door with a hateful look on his face.

"Is someone at home? Is someone panting? Open the door, open the door!" Wu Liang slammed the metal door.