Woo~, he thought of a small car and a small electric donkey. He had a phone call, Didi taxi, and it was a good taxi. If not, the subway and buses were very friendly, and they would be busy in every corner of the city. No matter which one, it would run much faster than the broken carriage under his butt. Is it so stable?

His hands were tightly clasped on the handrail on the car wall, and his whole body was surging in the car as the car rolled. Now he felt like a small boat baptized by the storm on the sea. He was almost about to bloom~ Not only that, his face turned blue and his feet were weak, his vest was cold and his stomach was sore..., mud girl, he wanted to vomit~

Once again, I miss all kinds of transportation nowadays, mgpp, a series of classic national curses almost rushed out of the bottom of my tongue. Even a broken three-wheeled wheel that was about to be scrapped is more comfortable than this thing to sit?

However, despite this, despite all the discomforts and discomforts in the body, Feng Honglin could not help it. Not only that, he kept urging the old horse head to make the old horse head faster, faster, faster... After all, his discomfort was only a matter for a while, but if the Zhang family's traitor succeeded, the misunderstanding would be Feng Feifei's whole life~

When Feng Honglin thought of this, he couldn't help but feel irritated. He lifted the curtain and looked outside, missing the various comfortable and uncomfortable vehicles of modern times again. If they were there, why would he be so bumped into pieces like he is now, but he still feels that the car is standing still, and has not gone a few steps forward~

"Old horse, can't you be faster?" Looking at the scenery outside that was constantly moving backwards, but taking the high-speed train? Take the high-speed train...? Well, it's too bullying to take a small car and a high-speed train? But this is a small displacement? The manual transmission car is obviously slower to the speed of a young man..., is it getting angry? Why is this car so slow?!

"Young master, can't you be faster? No matter how fast you are, you'll be in danger..." Old Matou shook the whip in his hand? Under his drive, the two horses pulling the car ran so hard that their eyes were covered with blood, and the corners of their mouths began to foam. No matter how fast you are, there is still a problem of whether the horse can bear it? This will be a big trouble if you hit someone. This is also the handlebar style of the old Matou for decades. If someone had changed to another person, it would have been impossible to control the car and overturned. Now, although Old Matou was talking to Feng Honglin at this moment, he didn't dare to leave the road ahead for a while, for fear that someone would not be able to hit something and cause trouble.

"Okay? You should try your best, as fast as possible~"

"Oh~? Young Master, don't worry!" Old Mat responded quickly, and a whip in his hand was whipped. He shouted "Go~"

The heavy breathing spurted out from the horse's nose? The sound of the horse's hooves seemed to be thrusting three points again? Then the sound of the old horse's head pulling up came from outside, and the tone was almost the same as the roar...

"Young Master, why don't you take you around the alley? If you go around the alley, you can be a little faster, but the road is not easy to walk, I'm afraid you can't stand it..." Old Matou knew that his young master was motion sickness. In the past, his young master would rather go around three miles more than to find a slightly flat road. A good carriage is not much faster than his legs when he got off the car, but even so, his young master's face would still be as blue as a ghost when he got off the car, which made people feel distressed. If it weren't for his young master's anxiousness, Old Matou wouldn't have mentioned this to him at all.

"Round!" As soon as the old horse head said, Feng Honglin's voice rang out, "Old horse head, don't worry about the road. Now I only ask for one - fast! Even if you can only take a breath, you can go around me!"

"Okay, Master, you have caught it carefully. Let's see if the rest are my little one, please~"

"Dingding, dongdong, bangbang, clang..."

Sure enough, there is no bumpiest, is it only more bumpy?! Feng Honglin only felt the car body slamming, and then...

Is this the feeling of a star-like look? In an instant, Feng Honglin was so swept that he couldn't tell the difference between the south and north. His stomach was rumbling, and the sour water rushed straight into his throat, and then...

He quickly pulled the bucket next to him, and then let out a "wow" sound, and it made the sky dark.

"Wow~~, Young Master..., are you okay? Otherwise, let's not go this way. The remaining road will only be more bumpy now..." Hearing the movement in the car, the old horse head's hand subconsciously pulled the reins, and the car instantly slowed down. As soon as he tried his best, he planned to turn the horse head and continue walking on the road.

"Old horse, don't stop, vomit~, hurry up, hurry to Feng's house at the fastest speed..., others, vomit~, others, you, don't worry..." Feng Honglin's intermittent voice came.

"Yes~, then Master, you're sitting down, little old man is going to speed up..." Old Ma gritted his teeth, and the old saying goes, there is a priority. The young master is rushing to worry about his health, and then something terrible must have happened! Although he doesn't know what happened, it's always right to do it according to the young master's orders! As for the young master's motion sickness..., if you have to rush to take a shortcut, you can only walk through the streets and alleys. The road conditions in the alley are like this, it's always unreachable. It's better to just ignore anything else and just drive the car faster. If you arrive soon, the young master can suffer less, right?!

Lao Matou's determination, with his years of experience in driving the car, and his advantages of being familiar with the road conditions in the capital, soon, Lao Matou drove the two-wheeled carriages out of the urban supercar. It was so fast~

Of course, this speed has increased, but this "feeling" has also come out...

A series of classic national curses have been circling around Feng Honglin's mind. Don't get me wrong. He doesn't want to scold Lao Ma. After all, although he is following his orders, he is in a hurry, and there is nothing he can do about it. It's not?! The person he wants to scold is Zhang Zhenjun. If he hadn't done such a mess, he would have suffered this?!

It's so cumbersome, why does he think the road seems to have become very long today? He is almost vomiting out his intestines and stomach? Even if he drinks with his clients, he doesn't vomit until his stomach bleeding...

"Quick, it's almost done, young master, you can bear it, take a turn in front and get a better way..." Another violent shaking hand, the old horse's voice came from outside. Sure enough, soon, the bumpy feeling of the car had a rhythm again. It seems that the old horse should have driven the car back to the main road again...
Chapter completed!