After a flash marriage, he was doted on by a yandere CEO

Naturally, the Coke bottle did not hit the girl. After falling, it slowly rolled towards the girl.

"Tch!" the girl kicked the Coke bottle that rolled to her feet and said scornfully, "With her weak and weak look, she doesn't even have the strength to throw a bottle. Is she worthy of Eric?"

"Are you worthy?" Cheng Sihan squinted at the girl.

"At least I dare to ride with you for two laps. If she looks like that, she will be blown away by the wind as soon as she gets on the motorcycle!" the girl laughed.

The people next to him also started laughing.

"Do you want to give it a try?" Ling Shuang walked between Cheng Sihan and the girl, glaring at the girl with blazing eyes, full of dissatisfaction and possessiveness.

Cheng Sihan looked at Xiao Yi and conveyed something in his eyes.

Xiao Yi understood something and turned around to leave.

The girl rolled her eyes, then grabbed the helmet of the girl next to her and threw it to Ling Shuang, saying: "Come on, 3 laps, the one who asked to stop is the coward!"

"Come here!" Ling Shuang took the helmet that was thrown over.

The girl looked at Cheng Sihan's motorcycle and said, "The speed is over 200 yards per hour!"

People around him exclaimed!

"Miss Xu, you are so ruthless in order to steal a man!" a voice in the crowd screamed.

200 yards, this speed is thrilling enough when the iron is covered with flesh, not to mention this motorcycle covered with iron, the whole person is speeding in the wind, if you are not careful, you will fall off the motorcycle and lose all your skin. , it’s serious, even if it’s life-threatening.

Especially Ling Shuang, who is thin and small, maybe she was blown away by the wind as Miss Xu said.

Moreover, without the protection of a suitable pressure suit and only a helmet, if you fall, you may lose half your life.

Looking at Ling Shuang's clothes, she wore a chiffon top and wide-leg pants under an English windbreaker. The windbreaker had to be taken off. The remaining clothes had no protective effect or even warmth.

Although it was noon, the temperature was already quite cold in Kyoto at the end of October.

"Can you?" Ling Shuang turned back to look at Cheng Sihan, with a faint tenacity in her black eyes.

Cheng Sihan frowned, snatched away the helmet, and said in a deep voice: "Don't make trouble!"

"Give it to me!" Ling Shuang snatched the helmet back and walked towards Cheng Sihan's motorcycle.

Before putting on the helmet, he looked at Miss Xu with sharp eyes and a warning, and said domineeringly: "If I can persist for 3 laps, stay away from my man!"

A rather small aura made everyone present stifled their breathing, and a racing track in Nuo Da fell silent.

Cheng Sihan seemed to see Ling Shuang's eyes again, that little beast protecting the calf, tough and full of murderous intent.

Cheng Sihan raised his lips slightly, took off his jacket, put it on Ling Shuang, and ordered: "Put it on!"

Ling Shuang's words "my man".

Cheng Sihan felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, as if he had eaten candy. He was given a definite word, and a warmth seemed to rise slowly from the bottom of his heart.

Xiao Yi, who returned to the crowd, shook his head at Cheng Sihan and then threw a men's jacket over.

Cheng Sihan put on his jacket, straddled his long legs and got on the motorcycle. He turned around, put his hands under Ling Shuang's armpits, picked up Ling Shuang like a child, and sat back.

Cheng Sihan knew very well that this stubborn little cow couldn't be persuaded, so he didn't plan to persuade him.

Cheng Sihan took Ling Shuang's hand, put it around his waist, patted the back of his hand, and said softly: "Hold on tight, don't let go no matter what happens!"

"Yes." Ling Shuang nodded obediently, put on the helmet, adjusted to a comfortable position, and then hugged Cheng Sihan's waist.

Miss Xu looked at Ling Shuang with admiration for her perseverance, flexibility, and ability to speak her mind.

"Shout out if you're scared." Cheng Sihan turned his head and instructed, "If you really can't stand it, shout stop!"

"Even if we lose, I will still be your man." Cheng Sihan chuckled.

"No, I want to win!" Ling Shuang's helmet hit Cheng Sihan's shoulder, "You won't let me lose, right?"

Through the windshield of the helmet, Cheng Sihan could also feel the trust in Ling Shuang's eyebrows.