Dancing Youth: Evil and Rebellious Girl

Chapter 353
When Zuo Zhe found Ye Ziye, she was racing with others, and it was already the fifth race of the night.

Both Qin Yi and Jiang Yaoyao were there, and they were obviously stunned to see him.

Hastily stuffing the money that Ye Ziye won from the previous game into the backpack, with a smile on his face: "Brother Zhe, you...why are you here?"

Zuo Zhe has never been interested in racing cars, and it usually takes ten oxen to pull him over.

He actually showed up tonight, and his car was a motorcycle, not a Lamborghini.

Weird!

Zuo Zhe looked at the locomotives off the court, and the most dazzling figure among them immediately attracted his attention: "How many laps?"

"Five laps, now is the third lap." Qin Yi looked down the field, and Ye Ziye's yellow locomotive was far ahead.

This week, she and Jiang Yaoyao accompanied Ye Ziye to participate in the competition, and thus saw her superb driving skills and powerful racing style.

She drove forward desperately, making the other male drivers feel ashamed.

Jiang Yaoyao screamed excitedly, like a little girl: "Midnight is really great, the past few days have been the big Ying family."

Zuo Zhe frowned, his face displeased: "How many games does she run in a night?"

"Ten games."

Five laps for one game, fifty laps for ten games.

Is she crazy?

His face became dark and slightly angry, and he stared closely at the pretty figure in the arena.

The restless little girl always did things that worried and frightened him.

At the same time, it affected every nerve line of him.

While he appreciates and loves her, he is also worried that she will be hurt.

It happened that she was so rebellious and smart, which deeply attracted his attention and confused his heart.

It used to be a small bud, but now it has mutated and grown deeply rooted, and I can't get rid of it even if I want to.

Ye Ziye stopped at the starting line first, took off his helmet, and wiped the sweat from his cheeks with the back of his hand.

The dark green casual trousers set off her slender and straight legs, and the gray jacket on her upper body made her as handsome as she could say.

She gracefully stepped off the locomotive and walked up to the trailing racer, with a domineering smile on her lips, she opened her palms bluntly and asked for the bet money.

Collect her fair share, one by one.

(End of this chapter)