Chapter 117: Don’t you want to die?
My friend realized what was going on and immediately called the group of people away.
Han Qi was leaning on the car to smoke, but did not go over immediately. From this angle, Nan Jiaojiao was facing him sideways, and the sharp wind at the foot of the mountain poured in through her shirt collar, making her back bulge. Her hair was lifted up like a small sail, her ponytail was tied high, and a few strands of hair were fluttering on her temples, some of which flew to the corner of her eyes. She squinted her eyes. Under the shallow light and shadow, her face was breathtakingly beautiful.
Han Qi took a long drag on the cigarette, put it out, took the leather jacket and walked over and put it on her body.
“The mountain breeze is cool, don’t go back and catch a cold.”
Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him lightly, always feeling like he was paying New Year's greetings to a chicken in a weasel.
"Do you want to play, I will take you?"
Han Qi raised his chin forward, just as two sports cars passed quickly in front of him, and the strong wind rushed over, Han Qi Subconsciously he stood in front of her to block the wind, turned around, and smiled wildly at her, "If you don't dare, call me brother and I'll let you sit on my lap."
Nan Jiaojiao held hands. He twitched the corner of his mouth and raised his foot. Han Qi immediately hid aside, "Don't kick me, I'll give you a blowjob."
"Drive one."
Han Qi was startled for a moment, then raised a dandy smile on his lips, snapped his fingers and called for someone to come over, "Bring me two sets of racing suits, and get a pink helmet for my ancestor."
He ordered, Soon someone brought all the equipment up.
Han Qi put it on in front of her, put the racing suit on over the turtleneck, stretched the collar hard, and turned around to see her still standing, with a slight look of disgust in her eyes.
"What's wrong, ancestor?"
"Trouble, too lazy to wear it."
Nan Jiaojiao put her gloves into the sleeves of her leather jacket and planned to get in the car. Han Qi quickly pulled her back and put on her knee pads, hand guards and gloves.
"Okay, we won't wear them, but you have to wear these things to save your life." Nan Jiaojiao did not refuse. After putting on the armor, she picked a car and went up.
"Ancestor, wait for me..."
Han Qi chased after him, but before he could finish his words, he took a mouthful of ashes and stared at him running away. The car was far away, so I cursed, jumped into a car and chased it.
Nan Jiaojiao opened the car window wide, her eyes were as dark as an eagle behind her helmet, and her hands on the steering wheel were very steady. Even in the tunnel with narrow and tricky curves, she could swing her tail through it and quickly swept Han away. The others were left behind.
After a lap, her mind became clearer and her mood became less depressed.
On the second lap, she began to miss Bo Yanqing, and her heart ached.
The speed of the car on the third lap was twice as fast as before. After getting used to it, she lost interest. In her eyes, this thing was no different from a child's toy car. When she reached the finish line, she found a parking space. , stopped in one breath.
The surroundings were quiet for a few seconds, and then roaring cheers broke out.
Han Qi had only driven two laps when he finally saw Nan Jiaojiao. As soon as he got out of the car, he was stopped by people. Everyone with red faces asked him, "Brother Qi, where did this great master come from? He is such a great master. His driving skills are superb." No wonder you have to call her ancestor, we call her ancestor and she is convinced."
"Get out of here"
Han Qi picked up his helmet and strode southwards. She walked out and locked the car window. Nan Jiaojiao's cold face was revealed behind the slowly lowered window. She took off her helmet, raised her eyes and glanced at him, her brows furrowed coldly, her face full of impatience.
"Isn't it fun? Still not having enough fun?" Han Qi asked her, his expression suddenly turned cold: "You're dying for your damn life, right? I specially asked someone to design this curve. If you don't pay attention, you will die." You have to fly out with me and the car. I brought you here to relax, not to lose your life. Who the hell will I cry to if you die?"
(End of this chapter)