Chapter 474 Mount Parkan Circuit

"What are you doing here?" Wang Zheng faintly felt that Zhang Yafeng did not have much malice, or her mind had been well hidden.

"Can I sell it?" Zhang Yafeng smiled and had to say that the chat with Wang Zheng tonight made her feel in a good mood, which was also a little different from what she originally thought.

Of course, since a woman with such a mental mind as Zhang Yafeng dares to bring Wang Zheng out alone, she is not afraid that he will have any bad thoughts about himself. However, Wang Zheng's words tonight have changed the woman's impression of him.

"No, unless you like the feeling of being alone with a man in the middle of the night." Wang Zheng said with a smile, "Otherwise, you wouldn't have delayed so much."

Zhang Yafeng's eyes reflected the starlight in the sky: "I don't mean anything else. In fact, your analysis just now is quite accurate. I guess you shouldn't say so without evidence."

"You're right." Wang Zheng nodded with a smile. Zhang Yafeng was really too smart: "Look at this photo."

Wang Zheng handed over the mobile phone in his hand and glanced at Zhang Yafeng. It was a woman in tight cycling clothes, wearing windshields and cycling helmets. She was feeding pigeons in a small square. Her side was full of snow-white pigeons.

I have to say that this photo is very well taken and looks very impressive.

"With this photo, you can make so many judgments about me?" Zhang Yafeng said, "This is too hasty."

In fact, Zhang Yafeng herself was also a little surprised. She didn't know that someone could take a picture of herself feeding pigeons. Of course, she didn't ask where this photo came from. She had already guessed that He Yan was Wang Zheng's good friend and controlled the top secret unit of the country. It was too simple to take such a photo.

"This photo was not taken by He Yan." As if to see through what Zhang Yafeng was thinking, Wang Zheng explained, "This is a photo posted on a mainstream photography website in the United States. A photographer was originally taking pigeons, but you broke into his lens. Later, this photo won the third place in the American Photography Competition of the Year."

A trace of surprise flashed across Zhang Yafeng's face: "Well, I don't know yet. Send me this photo later. You have to keep it well."

Women like to take pictures, and men are no exception. Of course, the premise is that they must be in the camera.

"Actually, you are very kind in your heart, and there is no need to return to Fuzhou to wade into this muddy water." Wang Zheng put away his mobile phone and said.

This photo was indeed passed to him by He Yan. Only by knowing himself and knowing his enemy can he be invincible. Wang Zheng naturally understands this.

"I can't help but come." Zhang Yafeng said, "This is my home."

"It's just a nominal home." Wang Zheng curled his lips and sneered.

"That's also home." Zhang Yafeng turned her face and said stubbornly. There is no doubt that this sentence shows her attitude.

She will never stand by and watch the Zhang family continue to fall apart in Wang Zheng's hands.

Wang Zheng didn't say anything more when he heard the words, but said lightly, "With your strength, it's not enough."

"Whether it's successful or not, you have to try it."

Zhang Yafeng's car drove for another half an hour on the winding main road, turned in the direction of a fork in the road, and drove on a narrow mountain road where two cars could travel in parallel.

"I feel the danger." The mountain wind is getting stronger and stronger, Wang Zheng said with his eyes narrowed.

"Dangerous?" Zhang Yafeng said provocatively, "Then you can get out of the car."

"No, I want to see how you will deal with me." Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly. If he got out of the car at this time, it would undoubtedly be equivalent to him taking the lead in admitting defeat.

"Don't always think of people so badly." Zhang Yafeng smiled.

It's also strange. It's supposed to be an endless hostile relationship between Wang Zheng and Zhang Yafeng. However, after this first meeting, Zhang Yafeng not only did not have any hatred for Wang Zheng, but also chatted happily and had a desire to continue. There was no such estrangement between strangers to meet. This feeling has been a lot. Nian has never appeared on Zhang Yafeng's body.

"Have you ever heard of the Bai'an Mountain Circuit?" Zhang Yafeng asked.

"Have you never heard of Fuzhou? I don't know much about this place."

"Not only Fuzhou, but also the two southeast provinces, for young people who like to play with cars, it is heaven." Zhang Yafeng's eyes showed a trace of memory.

"The place you have been going to once a week since high school is the Bai'an Mountain Circuit?" Wang Zheng asked in surprise.

"Yes, now, I haven't been there for several years, and I almost can't even recognize the road. I don't know if there has changed there now."

"Are you going to take me to racing?" Wang Zheng said with a strange face.

"What? Can't you?" Zhang Yafeng smiled and said, "My driving skills rarely meet enemies there."

"It's not impossible, but I didn't think you would do such a crazy thing." Wang Zheng said thoughtfully, "Looking at the situation of this mountain road, it is estimated that the road condition of Bai'an Mountain will be more dangerous. If you accidentally fall off the cliff, it will be doomed. I don't think you are a person who doesn't cherish life."

"Actually, there are guardrails on the roads there, but because the speed is too high, one or two unlucky guys will crash into the guardrails every year." After a pause, Zhang Yafeng continued: "It is estimated that there is a lot of climate now. After all, it has been operating secretly for so many years, and this is the most famous underground racing track in the southeast."

"You make me feel like a different person." Wang Zheng shook his head.

"In modern society, drag racing is also a common problem for many urban white-collar workers. After intense work during the day, after work is the beginning of venting. They are often like changing a person at night. Under the double pressure of life and work, urban people with a lower and lower happiness index urgently need an environment to vent." Zhang Yafeng said, "And this Bai'an Circuit is undoubtedly a great place to vent, and it becomes extremely hot on weekends."

Zhang Yafeng has been much more independent than children of the same age since he was a child. Because his mother died early, his father was too busy with work and had little time to take care of himself, and he had little communication with his younger brothers and sisters. He began to live alone almost from his teenage years, and his depression and his depression often had nowhere to tell.

Later, she fell in love with this exciting game. Whenever he raised the speed to the highest, felt the strong wind coming to his face, and looked at the light and shadow outside the window, all the pressure and unhappiness of Zhang Yafeng would be swept away and full of power again.

The string should not be held for too long, otherwise it will break.