Lucky to Have You Till the End

Signing a life and death car race must be shady. Brother Biao can’t let others win the race. He has found a top racer. If someone is more powerful than the racer he’s looking for, then he will end--

The more Tang Xinyan thought about it, the more he felt that the gunshot just now was that Brother Biao's racer hit Mo Chiwei.

Unbounded fear spread from the bottom of her heart. She removed her golden legs and subconsciously ran towards the place where the gunfire sounded.

But before running a few steps, his arm was pulled by a strong force.

"Xinyan, calm down!" Fu Sichen saw that Tang Xinyan cares about Mo Chi's life and death so much, his brows frowned, as if a flame was burning in his chest.

An unprecedented sense of crisis hit like a tide, and he stubbornly grabbed her to prevent her from looking for that man.

There was even a despicable thought in my heart that it would be best for that person to be shot, so there is a glimmer of hope for him and her to reunite.

Tang Xinyan looked at Fu Sichen who was holding her tightly, pulling her hand back vigorously, not wanting to say a word to him, she turned and ran down the mountain.

My mind seemed empty, and my heart was filled with fear and panic.

She couldn't imagine what she would do if Mo Chi died here...

Fu Sichen looked at Tang Xinyan's figure running in the night, his hands clenched into fists, and the heart in his chest was like being severely pinched, suffocating.

Brother Biao came over and patted Fu Sichen on the shoulder, "Boy, I can see that you like that woman, and that boy will **** your woman away! Brother Biao, I hate the person I love the most, don't worry. That person is already in two worlds with us!"

Fu Sichen looked at Brother Biao with a complicated expression, "That shot was yours?"

Brother Biao smiled coldly, "In my turf, I want to win unless he comes back alive!"

Fu Sichen felt that this was God's will. As long as Mo Chiwei died, he would be able to save Tang Xinyan's heart.

Just as Fu Sichen was about to take a step forward and chased Tang Xinyan away, the ear-splitting roar of locomotives suddenly came down the mountain.

Not long after, a black locomotive rushed out of the night, rushing towards the finish line.

Seeing clearly that the first person to cross the finish line was not Brother Biao’s racer, but after Mo Chiwei, Brother Biao and Fu Sichen were both startled.

A few seconds later, the car also drove over.

Although there is only a few seconds difference, the victory is already divided.

Mo Chi stopped the locomotive, took off his helmet, and walked up to Brother Biao with a handsome face, "I won."

Brother Biao's face was unpredictable, he gritted his teeth and nodded, "What do you want from me?"

"Mrs. Jens's ruby ​​ring."

In front of everyone, Brother Biao naturally couldn't lose his faith. He handed Mo Chiwei a waist card, "Okay, at seven tomorrow morning, you take this to our company to pick up the ring, but remember, it's out of date!"

Mo Chiwei narrowed his eyes like a cold pool, "OK!"

...

Tang Xinyan stood on the edge of the mountain. After seeing Wei Mo Chi's safe return, she felt as if she had been drawn away by a huge syringe. She fell to the ground feebly, holding her shivering body tightly with her hands, tears no longer The controlled welled up.

Fortunately, he did not die—

To achieve his goal, Mo Chiwei did not stay at the top of the mountain for one more second, and rode a motorcycle to Tang Xinyan's side.

He didn't get out of the car, his slender legs propped on the ground, looking at the little woman crying like a child, he stretched out her big, distinct hand, "Mrs. Mo, come up."