The system makes me a licking dog

While speaking, Peng Xiang had already walked to his car.

Song Fengyue still stood in place.

"It's too late for you to give up now."

It was Song Fengyue's impromptu idea to let the other party come to race the car, probably because he wanted to get revenge for losing his first kiss.

Now that there is a lottery, if you lose, your car will be gone.

Song Fengyue's heart softened.

In her opinion, a Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle has no chance of winning, and since she deliberately lured him to kiss her just now, Peng Xiang will definitely scrap his car.

That wasn't her original thought.

Ning Yuan looked up at Song Fengyue, his eyes first fell on the other's lips.

The lipstick there faded quite a bit.

No wonder the ancients always loved to eat rouge. The rouge on this beauty's lips...is really fragrant and soft.

"Miss Song, we have agreed. If I win you, you will agree to any request. Why? You want to renege on your debt. "

As Ning Yuan said, he leaned against the car window, his eyes wandering and looking down.

This is the first time Ning Yuan has seriously observed Song Fengyue...'s figure.

It can also be seen through the clothes that her figure is well-proportioned and powerful.

It's not the kind of hard work that relies on technology to look good on short videos.

And it comes from the real feeling of high maintenance and exercise.

The sea breeze came, blowing up Song Fengyue's temple hair, and she raised her hand to tease it.

"You don't really think you're trying to beat me with this broken car, do you?"

"You have to try. Wealth and wealth are in danger. What if I win, then I can..."

Ning Yuan's eyes finally fixed on the middle of Song Fengyue's body, his eyes were fiery.

Song Fengyue was not afraid of the other party's eyes at all, but instead smiled charmingly, "Want?"

Ning Yuan pretended to be honest and nodded.

"Hmph, think about it after you win~ But, you can't win either."

Song Fengyue said coldly: "Since you don't want to listen to me, then wait for the car to be scrapped. On a thirty-mile journey, even if your car blows out, you won't be able to catch up."

Looking at Song Fengyue's swaying back, Ning Yuan shook his head slightly.

I'm here because you called me.

You were the one who seduced me in public on purpose just now to anger that Young Master Peng.

Now let me go again.

woman.

always so tangled...

The sea breeze carried the smell of the sea, salty, just like the first night~ Ning Yuan remembered Zhang Mei from that night.

The noon sun was a little irritable, and the asphalt on the road was baked and softened.

At noon, there were not many cars on the road.

After all, at this point in time, most of the social animals are eating and sleeping, and have no time to hang out here.

The whole journey is thirty miles.

Among them, the first [-] kilometers are almost straight, while the last [-] kilometers have [-] consecutive bends.

It is jokingly called Linhai's [-]th consecutive hairpin bend by racing enthusiasts.

Seven supercars ran wildly on the coastal road, and the roar of the engine was endless.

Straight roads are for supercars.

The leader was Peng Xiang, who held the steering wheel tightly with both hands and looked serious.

He is going to win!

He was going to take the last broken Mercedes-Benz to the scrap yard himself.

Thinking of this, Peng Xiang glanced at the rearview mirror.

At this moment, Peng Xiang's eyes widened!

unbelievable.

The Mercedes is still there!

One-third of the race has been completed, ten kilometers, and the broken Mercedes can still keep up!

This!

How can it be!

However, Ning Yuan's car can not only keep up, but he even has time to relax.

Ning Yuan held the steering wheel with his right hand, and stretched out his left hand out of the window.

He opened his left hand as if he was holding the wind. In fact... It is said that at different speeds, the impact of the wind brings different cups.

Thirty yards is the feeling of a cup.

Sixty yards is the feeling of a C cup.

Now, Ningyuan's speed is more than 150.

It felt really heavy!

Ok,

at least f...

Ning Yuan held the steering wheel with one hand, with a relaxed expression.

None of the nervousness of racing.

No one noticed that the distance between Ning Yuan and Peng Xiang has been kept very well.

500 meters, nothing more, nothing less.

What is strength?

It's not about crushing me head-on, but I can win as much as I want to win you.

Song Fengyue's car was in front of Ning Yuan, and she was second to last.

However, Song Fengyue was not in a hurry.

She knew that those supercars had an absolute advantage in terms of straight-line acceleration.

All she has to do now is not to be distanced by them.

Waiting for the last ten kilometers, reaching the 911 consecutive bends, is the time for my [-] to exert its strength.

Song Fengyue looked in the rearview mirror from time to time.

She didn't expect the other party's car to be able to keep up.

According to her original idea, this Mercedes-Benz business car will be pulled down far away once it starts.

"I really don't want your engine!"

Song Fengyue muttered.

Qi Shao ranked third, his McLaren stuck tightly behind Zheng Cong's car, eating the wake of the car in front, waiting for the opportunity to overtake.

Of course Zheng Cong knew what Qi Shao's purpose was.

However, he didn't care.

A race car driver can't always keep his eyes on the back of the car.

The moment Peng Xiang looked in the rearview mirror, because Ning Yuan's car was distracted.

Zheng Cong seized the opportunity and overtook directly.

The moment Zheng Cong turned left, Young Master Qi saw his purpose, followed Zheng Cong to turn left, and clung to Zheng Cong to complete the overtaking.

In just a split second.

Peng Xiang changed from first to third.

Ning Yuan, who was hung at the end, could see this scene clearly. His eyesight was already beyond ordinary people, and a distance of 500 meters was not a problem.

"It's quite powerful."

With just this one tap to overtake, Ning Yuan could see that these people were not lazy playboys.

They have something under their hands, but not much.

"Forget it, I won't play with you."

Ning Yuan withdrew his left hand and closed the car window.

Although, it can be easily won.

However, in front of his own woman, he still had to show off.

then,

Ning Yuan finally stepped on the accelerator for the first time.

The eight-cylinder engine has finally begun to enter the state.

"My woman, it starts with you~"