Qiao Nian: “?”
Qiao Nian: “…”
Qiao Nian: “!”
She instantly understood why the girl had turned around to look at her, and her face instantly turned red with embarrassment. She quickly pulled her friend away.
So thanks to him, she became a bad person
Ye Wangchuan flicked her forehead and chuckled softly, "What are you thinking about?"
Qiao Nian answered absentmindedly: "Oh, look at my brother's waist, the deadly scimitar."
This time it was Ye Wangchuan:…
Qiao Nian returned the flowers to him and walked back to the front hood. She placed one hand on the hood. The light shone on her cold white skin, making her eyebrows look even darker. "Run a round?"
"Do you want to play?" Ye Wangchuan moved his hands to his elbows, leaned against the side of the sports car with dignity and elegance, and looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"kindness."
When Qiao Nian pried open the hood to check the engine inside, he found that he had modified the car quite professionally.
She estimated that the car could run as fast as the racing cars in the extreme competition field, which made her itchy and wanted to touch it.
"Can we play?"
Ye Wangchuan took out his cell phone: "I'll call someone for you."
…
after an hour.
The mountainside in Yanjiao was brightly lit, with the lights of dozens of supercars lighting up the place like a river of stars. Many handsome men and beautiful women came to both sides of the mountainside.
There is also a repair shop halfway up the mountain, providing iced drinks, melon seeds, fruits and other necessary items.
The boss was a young black man with dreadlocks. When he saw a man and a woman get out of a familiar black Aston Martin, he walked over and touched the man's shoulders. "Oh, yes."
His pronunciation was difficult to pronounce, but it didn't affect his enthusiasm as he greeted him: "I haven't seen you for a long time. How come you have time to come here tonight?"
Ye Wangchuan looked at the sports cars gathered at the foot of the mountain and turned to ask him, "Is there a game tonight?"
The man shrugged. "A bunch of bastards organized a race among themselves. Two of them got into a fight and hired a professional racer. That's how it turned out."
The second generation rich people in Beijing have always been lawless. With money and connections, they like to play dangerous and extreme sports, such as racing.
They may play for fun, but not everyone dares to risk their hard-earned good fortune, so whenever they face a life-and-death situation, they always like to ask for help.
Internationally renowned racing drivers often come to Yanjiao. They are hired by this group of people at high prices, and the games they play are similar to cockfighting and dog fighting.
Ye Wangchuan declined the cigarette offered by the man and said calmly: "My girlfriend wants to play, so let's clear the place tonight."
The little dreadlock then noticed Qiao Nian: "She?"
Qiao Nian was really cool. Her indifferent eyes swept over him indifferently at night, as if she was too lazy to answer.
She told Ye Wangchuan directly: "No need to clear the area."
"Zhang Yang and the others will be here soon." Ye Wangchuan followed her line of sight and looked down, then turned back and asked, "Do you want to play with them?"
Qiao Nian pressed his knuckles lightly: "No?"
Ye Wangchuan paused for a second, and said unconditionally: "That's not the case. I will be your navigator."
"..." Qiao Nianting wanted to say that she never needed a pilot when driving in illegal areas before, but considering his feelings, she gave in.
"OK."
Ye Wangchuan asked James for the racing suit, helmet, knee pads, etc. that he had placed here, and also gave one to Qiao Nian: "You put them on first, I'll ask him to tell the people below."
If they want to temporarily participate in other people's competitions, they must at least inform others.