"Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible, how could you become the opponent of the Fist Saint!"

"Park Fist Sheng is not Lei Qianli, Han Taiyu is first-class. He has touched the ceiling of martial arts many years ago. He is a world-class strong man. You will definitely not be his opponent!" Wang Yan'er said four impossible things in one breath. Her delicate body trembled slightly, and she could hardly hold the steering wheel. It shows how excited she was at this moment.

Paranoid personality!

These five big words suddenly popped up in Chen Qiye's heart. Last night, he was also curious about the cause of Wang Yan'er's mother's continuous suicide, but Wang Ye was a little hesitant.

It is related to other people's past, and Chen Qiye is not good at asking the bottom of it, but judging from Wang Yan'er's current reaction, Wang Yan'er and her mother should have the same personality and paranoid personality.

This kind of personality often appears in successful people in society or people who hold power. Wang Yan'er is the princess of the Wang family and the little lady of the Zheng family. This double pampering can easily make a little girl feel that the whole world is surrounding her when she is young.

When they grow up, a daughter with this kind of personality will have an almost perverted possessiveness towards the people or things around them. The more they can't get, the more they want to get.

Just like Wang Yan'er now, Chen Qiye believes that Wang Yan'er's feelings for him are more of a perverted possessiveness.

Wang Yan'er just felt that Chen Qiye was excellent enough to be worthy of her. She wanted to possess Chen Qiye's way and prove to other equally excellent women that only an excellent man like Chen Qiye can accompany her, so that she can better highlight her excellence.

"Wang Yan'er, can't you afford to lose?" Chen Qiye said this time when he saw that the temperature was almost done.

Thorn!

Bang!

Wang Yan'er was so excited by Chen Qiye's words that he stopped suddenly. He braked suddenly regardless of the situation. The front of Ferrari's car hit the steel guardrail of the Fushan Ringhai Highway.

When will Wang Yan'er take a broken Ferrari seriously? She was already smoked by Chen Qiye's seven orifices, and her beautiful eyes were scarlet.

"What do you mean? When will I, Wang Yan'er, cannot afford to lose?" Wang Yan'er said with a ferocious face.

"Then what if we make a bet? If I beat Park Young-heung, I hope you won't be in front of you for the rest of your life. Can you do it?" Chen Qiye said lightly.

He did not think that his words were cruel, because in Shen Qiye's heart, Wang Yan'er's feelings for him were just like a tool that could be shown off.

boom!

Wang Yan'er's little head was almost blown up, and her originally scarlet eyes suddenly became wet.

Wang Yan'er let go of the steering wheel, turned her head and looked at Chen Qiye in a daze. She didn't say a word for a long time until tears filled her eyes, just like the open-air shells could not contain the rain in the sky, flowing down.

She slowly raised her delicate hands, lifted them to Chen Qiye's cheek, gently caressing his vicissitudes, stubble, but very masculine knife cut his face, and burst into tears.

"Chen Qiye, do you hate me so much?"

The more Wang Yan'er did this, the less Chen Qiye wanted to cause unnecessary misunderstandings. He wanted to reach out and take Wang Yan'er's jade hand off his face, but her hand was firmly attached to Chen Qiye's face like a magnet.

According to his strength, even a strong adult man's hand had been pulled down by Chen Qiye, but Wang Yan'er's jade hand had not moved at all. Even Chen Qiye couldn't figure out where Wang Yan'er suddenly burst out with such a great force.

Just as he wanted to increase his strength and pull her jade hand, Yan'er was already crying.

"Is it in your heart that I, Wang Yan'er, is a young lady who is arrogant and willful and only knows how to possess. My love for you is fake, and my longing for you is fake. Your Lin Chuxue is gentle and understanding. I am one hundred times, one thousand times, and ten thousand times worse than her."

"Chen Qiye, answer me honestly!"

If the woman in front of me was replaced by Lin Chuxue, Huang Yanjun, or Han Weiwei, even if she was replaced by a woman who met by chance, Chen Qiye's heart would tremble. After all, his heart was not made of flesh.

But the woman in front of her was Wang Yan'er. She didn't understand the sufferings of the world. She was also the eldest princess of the Wang family and the young lady of the Zheng family.

Since her birth, Wang Yan'er has everything women in this world want, a spoon made of gold and a skirt made of diamonds. If she thought of it, it was just a matter of her own thought. Even several servants of the Wang family who died at Wang Yan'er's hands. How could Chen Qiye keep his fantasy about her like this woman with a vicious heart?

"Yes." Chen Qiye nodded with a firm expression.

When Wang Yan'er heard Chen Qiye's affirmative answer, she was stunned at first, and then she trembled. The jade hand that was close to Chen Qiye was retracted, like a manic controversy, her hands kept mad at her hair, scratching it messy, red, and her scalp was red, and her fingernails were covered with blood, but Wang Yan'er still had no intention of stopping.

"Wang Yan'er is enough, really enough. It will never be possible between you and me."

Chen Qiye couldn't bear it. Wang Yan'er was Wang Ye's biological flesh and blood. He hurriedly stretched out his hands to stop Wang Yan'er from becoming self-harm.

Perhaps Chen Qiye's strength increased this time, or perhaps Wang Yan'er was much more awake, but she really stopped the self-harm movement, but Wang Yan'er's facial expression suddenly changed, from crying to laughing, changing so quickly, like turning a book.

"Chen Qiye, have you seen with your own eyes that your closest relatives turned into a corpse and swayed in front of you?"
Chapter completed!