The system makes me a licking dog

Everyone present knew Peng Xiang's thoughts on Song Fengyue.

When they heard that this strange man dared to call Song Fengyue "Niu", everyone's eyes turned to Peng Xiang involuntarily.

Peng Xiang narrowed his eyes and stared at Ning Yuan.

He walked to Ning Yuan's car.

"Are you the one Miss Song brought to race with us?"

When Peng Xiang spoke, Ning Yuan noticed that there were still a few people here.

At the same time, Ning Yuan finally noticed several super sports cars parked on the side of the road.

These cars, Ning Yuan has seen, are on the short video platform.

This is the first time for Ning Yuan to see a real car up close. It has to be said that the real car looks more domineering than the short video platform.

Peng Xiang noticed Ning Yuan's gaze, and sneered, "What? Did you like it?"

Ning Yuan didn't shy away from it, he nodded directly.

Supercars are every man's dream.

"Then you should take a second look. Anyway, with your strength, it is impossible to own such a supercar."

"Young Master Peng, you are wrong. Who said that people have no chance to own these sports cars?" Zheng Cong walked over, "You forgot, we have a lot of money in this car race."

"he?"

Peng Xiang was even more disdainful, his eyes swept over Ning Yuan's car.

"It's just a broken S-Class, and you still want to compete with my Lafa? I let him run halfway first, and he can't even win!"

No wonder Peng Xiang was so arrogant.

In everyone's impression, the Mercedes-Benz S-Class is a commercial vehicle, although its performance is not bad.

But after all, it is the foundation of a commercial vehicle. If it comes to racing cars, Mercedes-Benz S-Class and Ferrari, supercars like Genesis are simply incomparable.

However, Ningyuan's Mercedes-Benz s is not the kind of commercial vehicle that focuses on comfort and stability in their eyes and impressions.

Rather, a thug in a suit with the heart of an eight-cylinder!

Peng Xiang's Rafa is only eight cylinders, so in terms of power alone, Ningyuan's Mercedes-Benz S is not inferior to Peng Xiang's Rafa.

The rest is driving skills and reaction ability, and Ning Yuan's reaction ability itself is much stronger than ordinary people.

After experiencing the spiritual energy washing of Xin Dongze's body last time, Ning Yuan's body's reaction ability now far exceeds that of ordinary people, and it is not something like Pengxiang that can touch porcelain.

"Boy, if you are sensible, drive your classic car and get out of here."

Ning Yuan hadn't figured out what was going on, and just as he was about to speak back, Song Fengyue spoke first.

She lay directly on Ningyuan's car window, with her gooseneck slightly forward, just like in Xinghai Club before.

"How about it? Do you dare to play a game together?"

Exhale like blue!Ning Yuan finally understood the meaning of these words in the novels he had read before!

Song Fengyue's unpainted face was so delicate that there was no blemish. When he spoke, the fragrance between his lips and teeth hit Ning Yuan's face.

Their distance is too close.

then……

Ning Yuan repeats his old trick, a kiss.

This time, Song Fengyue seemed to have expected it a long time ago, she didn't retreat directly like before, but faced up to the difficulties.

Until, she was out of breath.

"How? Dare you~"

A cunning flashed in Song Fengyue's eyes.

Behind her, Peng Xiang's eyes were about to burst into flames when he witnessed all this happening.

own woman!

It was actually desecrated by a person with a broken car!

he,

Can't stand it!

Of course Ning Yuan noticed Song Fengyue's abnormality, and even more noticed the emotional changes of the man behind her.

As someone who has been there, Ning Yuan can tell at a glance that Peng Xiang has a crush on Song Fengyue.

Dare to be interesting to my young master's woman.

I must let you drink enough vinegar today!

Ning Yuan raised his hand and gently pressed Song Fengyue's chin.

"Since my woman has spoken, of course I can't refuse."

Speaking of which, Ning Yuan looked at Peng Xiang, "Isn't it just to use my own car as a lottery, I will accompany you to the end."

Peng Xiang gritted his back molars.

"Okay!" Peng Xiang exhaled, looking at Ning Yuan and Ning Yuan's car with a stern expression.

In his heart, this car is already a car that is about to be scrapped.

He didn't believe that a broken Mercedes-Benz could outrun his 2000 million Rafa!

"If you lose later, don't regret it."

After speaking, Peng Xiang turned around and was about to leave.

He can't wait to start this race, can't wait to win the man in front of him, and pull his car to scrap!

"and many more!"

Ning Yuan leaned on the back of the seat and looked at Peng Xiang.

"There is only one winner in today's car race, and the loser must give his car to the only winner, right?"

"Pfft hahaha!"

Zheng Cong was the first to laugh, and he held his stomach exaggeratedly.

Young Master Qi, who was sitting on the hood of Genesis, also cast a disdainful look at Ning Yuan.

Peng Xiang turned his head, sneered and shook his head.

"You, don't really think that you have the possibility to win us?"

Ning Yuan put one hand on the steering wheel.

"What if I win?"

"Hmph!" The corner of Peng Xiang's mouth turned into a disdainful arc, "Don't think too much, you have no chance of winning us..."

Having said that, Peng Xiang paused for a moment, and glanced at the seven supercars behind him.

"Any one of them!"

"Young Master Peng, you are flattering him too much." Zheng Cong finally stopped laughing, "If he can see the taillights of any of us, he wins!"

"What I'm talking about is, don't talk about being first, if you can see the taillights of any of our cars at the finish line, you will win!"

"Does it mean what you say?" Ning Yuan answered directly.

Ning Yuan has enough confidence in his car, Mercedes-Benz's eight-cylinder is not a bragging rights.

It's just that there is an easier way to win these supercars, and fools don't need it.

"what?"

Peng Xiang froze for a moment.

"You said, as long as I can see the taillights of any of your cars before the finish line, I will win."

"you!"

Where did Peng Xiang think that he was just making a mockery, but the other party took it seriously.

"What? Do you dare to say it or not?"

Song Fengyue on the side looked at Ning Yuan, and ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart!

What kind of guy was it that took my first kiss away!

Can't he hear that Peng Xiang is mocking him?

It turned out to be true!

Still have the face to ask?

However, Song Fengyue thought about it.

That's right, he drives a commercial car, so you can't have too high demands on him...

"Cut, what a waste, okay! Just as you said, as long as you can see the taillights of any of our cars before the finish line, you will win."

Then, Peng Xiang looked at Song Fengyue.

"Miss Song, can we start now?"