Li Wenlong did not know that his action was correct because the head of the division he served liked to sit in the co-pilot position, and that was almost the usual practice of the military leadership of the army, because there was a wide field of vision and suitable for command and dispatch, but the local leaders were quite different. They preferred to sit behind, especially the one behind the co-driver. Location, it is said, is the safest.

Open the back door sideways and Lin Xuemei bends over to get on.

"Let's go!" After slamming on the door, Lin Xuemei said lightly that her heart was like a mirror to Li Wenlong's self-cleverness.

Unfortunately, Li Wenlong's hand was sweaty, so that when he was in gear, he was somewhat soft-handed, especially when he was driving Passat for the first time. It was really awkward for him to be used to driving, and he always wanted to raise his seat a little more.

The leak happened to be cloudy and rainy. It was not good for Li Wenlong to get out of school. It began to drizzle again soon after the high speed. He opened the wiper and cleaned the rain from the front window mechanically. Li Wenlong tried hard to adapt to the vehicle.

After all, it is still a tough soldier coming from a hard company. After more than a dozen kilometers, Li Wenlong has been able to control the steering wheel with more than one blade. In his own words, he has reached the state of integration of man and car. Driving, in his eyes, there is no technical content. After all, he has run across the Gobi Beach. Adaptation is only a matter of time.

In absolute trust in her driving skills, Li Wenlong peeps into Vice President Lin sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror from time to time, and she is frowning and holding her arms to think about something.

Lin Xuemei has always been like this. No matter who drives, she never sits in the co-driver's seat. She's haughty and inaccessible. Her beauty and her career are destined to her height. It's doomed that a little driver can't sit side by side with her.

Her frown looks good. Li Wenlong always thought that women laughed best. Until today, when he met Vice President Lin, he realized how serious an aesthetic mistake he had made.

In the rearview mirror, Lin Xuemei suddenly muffled her stomach and said "Ouch".

A very subtle sound, but it touched all the nerves of Li Wenlong. He asked with concern, "What's wrong with Lin Zong, uncomfortable?"

Lin Xuemei straightened up and moved her buttock. Her right hand was still covering her abdomen. Her left hand waved lightly: "Drive your car well, I'm all right!"

Li Wenlong didn't ask any more questions because he suspected that she might have come to'that'.

The car continued to move forward, but Lin Xuemei's pain index on the face increased again and again. She is a strong woman, if it is not for special pain, she will not show it! Li Wenlong even found that she had a cold sweat on her face! In Li Wenlong's subconscious mind, even if a woman comes to "that", she won't hurt to this extent, will she? So he overturned the ridiculous speculation just now and realized that she was probably sick, and that she was not so sick!

Leader's body was in trouble. Li Wenlong was afraid to show off his car skills, concentrate his thoughts, grip the steering wheel with both hands, stamp on the throttle with his right foot, and the needle on the dashboard swished to 160.

For a Volkswagen Passat, it's easy and pleasant to run 200, but Li Wenlong didn't do it. Safety, under any circumstances, that's the first one. This is the rule that Li Wenlong set for himself.

As the car flew forward, the pain index on Lin Xuemei's face was also rising. This really touched Li Wenlong's nerve line and bit his teeth. Li Wenlong's right foot used a little more force: Damn, today's fight!