Mr.Ji, welcome!

Seeing the three people working together, she realized that something was wrong in the dark. Sure enough, Zheng Sixuan smiled at her, "Miss Fu, don't you dare to come together?"

Tang Kaifeng's handsome face was gloomy. "Nonsense, you are a professional racing driver. This kind of track is not difficult for you, but Qinghuan is different. How can you take risks."

Xiang Peilin's face also showed disapproval.

Yue Shan'er sneered and said, "Xuanxuan, don't let her come. He's a little doctor who can't tie a chicken. How can he know anything about racing cars? It's painful to cry all over his makeup when he's on the road."

Yue Shaner's words were just a way to excite, but pay off Huan accepted them. Since they wanted to be embarrassed, pay off Huan didn't mind teaching them what face slapping was.

"Kaifeng, why don't I try? It's just a fun project. It doesn't matter." Xiaohuan smiled at Xiang Peilin and tilted her head with a bit of playfulness. "Aunt Xiang, I just went to see my second uncle and put you the most beautiful fireworks ~"

Since Xiang Peilin said so, Xiang Peilin agreed. This mountain road is usually one of the commonly used tracks held by the car racing club next door. Each intersection is equipped with monitors, which is safe enough.

Everyone was excited when they saw the big screen behind them. Some young people who love racing also signed up. According to statistics, there were eight groups.

Zheng Siyuan looked at her silly white and sweet appearance, with a somewhat ironic smile on his face, "just like her, I thought the car was driving. When it reached the top of the mountain, it was over? I must give her a nice one later! "

Yue Shan'er nodded, her eyes turned, and she said, "I'll join you later. You remember to crush her car all the way. You'd better scare her. See if she dares to seduce brother Kaifeng in the future!"

"Don't worry, I'll take her car!"

Joke, Zheng Sixuan is a real racing driver. It's easy to catch this kind of firewood chicken.

Soon, eight cars were arranged and parked on one side. Zheng Sixuan put on professional racing clothes, which made the whole popularity field more and more unstoppable.

She went to pay off Huan, her eyes full of provocation, "don't worry, although you are not professional, but I will only give play to my strength, and won't let you lose too ugly."

Wang Peipei covered her mouth and smiled. Many people were worried about Qinghuan.

Looking at the little girl's white, soft and clean hands, it's obvious that she doesn't hold the steering wheel every day, and Zheng Sixuan is a professional racing driver. How can this be compared?

I don't know whether she is really naive or stupid. Her slapped little face is full of serious looking at her. "Although it's a fun show, there are so many people participating. Just do your best. This is the greatest respect for everyone and a blessing to Aunt Xiang. It just allows us to see the style of professional racing drivers."

Zheng Sixuan sneered, "that's OK. Why don't we make a bet? For example, if we lose, we will be punished?"

With a slight lift of Huan Qingcheng's eyes, it seemed that he was a little frightened in the eyes of outsiders.

The person next to him couldn't help but say, "do you want to face it? Compared with an ordinary little girl, a professional racing driver has to put forward punishment?"

A girl nearby also said, "yes, at least they are girls. Everyone is also for fun. How can there be punishment?"

Paying off Huan seemed to summon up the greatest courage and solemnly nodded, "thank you for helping me speak, but this is aunt Xiang's birthday. I don't want to disturb her good interest. Since Miss Zheng wants to compete, I can only accompany her."

"Good!" Zheng Sixuan is waiting for this sentence, "the loser will run naked here. Is it all right?"