Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

It is true that there was a reason why Wen Qingyue changed her mind. She and Fu Han were mutually beneficial, but Fu Han doubted and questioned her. This made her feel uncomfortable, but the main reason was that she saw a racing club.

This reason sounds absurd, but racing is one of her hobbies, and the blood hidden in her soul is ready to move again.

She is a typical egoist, she will follow her inner thoughts in whatever she wants to do, which will make her desire for racing cars greater than her desire for delicious food.

Two minutes later, the low-key Bugatti stopped on the side of the road, and the neatly dressed girl got out of the car with a shopping bag. The people standing on the side of the road waved goodbye to the people in the car, and then quickly turned and left.

Looking at Wen Qingyue who had mixed into the crowd, Fu Han withdrew his gaze, his expression showing no emotional changes.

Ah Cheng carefully glanced at the man in the back seat, then quietly started the car and drove towards his destination.

After getting off the car, Wen Qingyue crossed an intersection, quickly got into the shopping mall, and went to the racing club on the fifth floor with a clear goal.

After entering, Wen Qingyue looked at the decoration settings inside calmly, with a look of disappointment in her eyes.

This kind of indoor racing club is not interesting to her, and the people who come to play are couples who want to check in, or ordinary players who have a little love for racing.

"Hello, miss, do you want to play? We have quite a lot of events, and the ticket price is very cheap. You can play for three hours at [-]." The receptionist saw her and actively promoted them, even refusing to watch TV dramas.

Wen Qingyue shook her head uninterestedly, "Thank you, no need."

Disappointed, she went downstairs, stood on the escalator and searched for high-end racing clubs in Jiangzhou with her mobile phone.

Huang Tian paid off, she finally found a professional-looking racing club just a second before she walked out of the shopping mall.

The venue is in the suburbs, Wen Qingyue thought for a while and chose to rent a car and drive there by herself.

An hour later, Wen Qingyue drove the car and parked at the gate of Yinxun Racing Club.

He closed the car door, took the car keys and walked into the club.

As soon as you enter, you can see the fenced track. The track is surrounded by spectator seats, and a huge screen is built to facilitate the projection of the screen for the audience to watch the game.

Wen Qingyue went straight to the business hall, where someone was dedicated to receiving customers, and seeing her warmly at the front desk said: "Welcome!"

Wen Qingyue nodded slightly, and looked around. This racing club is indeed the most upscale. It has all the spectator seats on the track, and there is a special floor for guests to eat, drink and have fun.

"Hello, I want to know about your club's project and track design."

The front desk saw her as a little girl, and thought she was just here for fun, but after listening to her words, she knew that she understood a little bit, so she didn't dare to neglect, "Our club is internationally recognized, and the track design is based on international competition standards. here."

Speaking at the front desk, he handed Wen Qingyue a club brochure, took her to sit on the sofa, and poured her a glass of water. What do you call me, Miss? "

"My name is Wen."

Wen Qingyue took the water and put it down, opened the brochure in her hand and listened to her introduction while reading, "Miss Wen, our event mainly focuses on track competitions, and there is a drift competition at five o'clock in the afternoon. If you are interested, you can stay and take a look .”

There are many types of venue competitions. This track covers an area of ​​100 hectares, with a total length of 3.651 kilometers, a road width of about 12 meters, and a maximum drop of 30 meters. The track is closed, so it is naturally the main track competition.

Wen Qingyue's eyes fell on the items at the bottom of the last page of the brochure, her eyebrows raised, her eyes lit up twice, "When will you have a field rally?"

Racing is her hobby. Although she has signed up to learn professional skills for this purpose, it is still different from national sports competitions. She prefers passionate field competitions.

The front desk had some grasp of her preferences, and said with a smile: "Miss Wen looks gentle and gentle, but I didn't expect to like to pursue excitement. The mountain rally may not be available recently, but you can leave a contact information, and I will notify you when it is held .”

Wen Qingyue chatted with the front desk for a while, and directly signed up as a member. After finishing the membership, she found a corner and sat down, waiting for the drift race at five o'clock.

In the driver's changing room on the second floor of the club, Wen Ziming and two friends chatted while changing their racing suits.

While chatting, the topic came to his family affairs.

"Ziming, when will you bring your sister out to meet us? I saw the news two days ago, your sister is so beautiful!" friend Jian Jie hooked Wen Ziming's neck and asked gossipingly.

Li Shuanglin on the side heard the words and immediately said: "Damn it! Jian Jie, you are so inhuman, you actually have ideas about your brothers and sisters!"

Neither of them noticed that Wen Ziming's expression had become sullen, and they were still laughing.

"Go, go, I, Shao Shao, am I that kind of person? Besides, there are rumors on the Internet that she is Fu Han's little girlfriend. How dare I get involved!"

"Seriously, is Ziming's news true or false?"

Wen Ziming's eyes were gloomy, and he said coldly: "Fake! Also, I only have one younger sister named Wen Shuangshuang. Don't mention the name Wen Qingyue in front of me in the future!"

After finishing his sentence, Third Young Master Wen slammed the closet door, and went downstairs sullenly with his helmet in his arms, leaving the two friends to watch each other.

"Ah!" Wen Qingyue sneezed abruptly, rubbed her nose, and wondered who was scolding her behind her back?

It can't be Fu Han, can it?

You can't scold her behind your back if you don't go to eat, right?

Wen Qingyue shook her head, shook out the messy thoughts of the hat, and laughed at herself: "My brain is short-circuited? How could a person like him be so boring."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Ziming, a "boring" person, walked past her.

After a while, Wen Qingyue didn't have time to see clearly. Looking at his angry back, she frowned in doubt, "Wen Ziming?"

"Miss Wen, the game will start in 10 minutes, and the third row is reserved for you, at No. 306 on the east side. You can go there now."

Wen Qingyue was puzzled and the front desk came over and gave her a cold drink and a ticket, which was the number of the card slot.

"Thank you!" Wen Qingyue took the ticket, grabbed a cold drink, got up and walked out.

"It's all your fault. It's not that he doesn't know how good his relationship with Wen Shuangshuang is. He definitely doesn't like this younger sister who just arrived. You still don't want to open any pots!"

"Damn! Is it my fault alone? Didn't you say it yourself!"

As soon as she stepped out, two of Wen Ziming's best friends came out, a few steps away from her.

The two hurriedly trotted past her. Jian Ying sensed that the beauty's radar had moved, and she had already gone a few steps, but she even turned her head to look at Wen Qingyue.

"Look! Let's go!" He only had time to take a quick glance before being dragged away by his friend, but his intuition told him that she was a beautiful woman!