Always getting over you

Huang Mao turned around and thought for a while and said, "after the start, everyone will go to the finish line to see the result of the game. You should be able to pass."

"Well, I'll wait until I get started." Jiang Yufei gets out of the car, turns on the kettle and drinks.

Seeing her persistence, Huang Mao didn't care about her any more. He turned and ran into the crowd.

Jiang Yufei sits down on the stone mound on the roadside to have a rest. Beside her ears are the whine of motorcycles, the screams and whistles of men and women excited.

They are about her age, they are warm and lively, and their whole life is full of vitality.

However, she is still in her heart, mature like a woman in her thirties, totally a stranger.

Jiang Yufei side eyes look, eyes with a bit of envy.

"Two little, come on, we must take the first place!" Some women screamed excitedly, and other girls also cried out: "two little, first, two little, first!"

They are cheerleaders.

Jiang Yufei remembered that when she was in high school, when playing basketball games, there were also a group of cheerleaders cheering for someone.

And that person, besides the skill is very good, the most important thing is to look very handsome.

They don't have to guess that Yufei is a handsome man.

The race began, the motorcycle whined and sped out. The cheerleaders screamed and ran for a distance, then got into the car and took a shortcut to the end.

All the people were gone, and the road was silent. Compared with the previous noise, it was very quiet.

Jiang Yufei stepped on the tricycle and continued to send flowers.

On the winding mountain road, seven or eight motorcycles are running at a high speed, one of which is ahead of the others.

The cheerleaders all rushed to the finish line. Soon after they arrived, they saw the first Harley coming.

"Two little, two little!" All the girls screamed, their eyes were full of pink peach hearts, and their hearts were pounding.

The boys whistled excitedly, waving their arms to the first to convey their excitement.

Gong shaoxun turned a handsome turn and stopped the motorcycle steadily. A group of people immediately surrounded him.

"Two less, seven minutes and fifty seconds, 20 seconds faster than last month." His assistant happily reported the data, but Gong shaoxun's face did not show much excitement.

This achievement, in his expectation.

"Two little, drink water!"

"Two little, wipe your sweat."

"Er Shao, are you hot or not? I'll fan you."

"Go away and let Er Shao have a rest in the car. Don't block it." Huang Mao and several men pick up this group of flower crazy women and open a road for Gong shaoxun.

Gong shaoxun strode to the nanny's car and sat in it.

His assistant, Heyzer, handed him the mineral water and towel, then took out the surveillance video hanging on the motorcycle and reviewed his race.

Gong shaoxun drank a sip of water and suddenly thought of one thing, "my key is still in the car, go and bring it to me quickly!"

"Two young, I'll go!" Huang Mao runs to Gong shaoxun's Harley positively. He can't help but feel the domineering Harley enviously. Then he takes off the car key above and prepares to turn back.

Gong shaoxun's car key is hung on a key chain, which can hold a small photo.

Huang Mao looks at his key chain curiously and finds that the small photo inside is a pencil sketch.