Did Zha Gong get kicked today?

With a roar of "hum-".

The racing car shot out like a sharp arrow.

Wen Tingjun's heart jumped to his throat, too, too fast...

Qiao Xuyang also looked at Jiang Baixiu and the two of them, frowning slightly, and then slowly relaxed.

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"Jiang Baixiu, who was wearing a helmet, slowly filled up the accelerator, and shouted excitedly: "Junior Brother!Isn't my hurricane very imposing! "

Hearing Jiang Baixiu's waist through the gap of Wen Tingjun's helmet, he felt a little helpless, his heart felt a little tight, and the driving speed was really too fast. Although he was prepared to drive very fast, he didn't Thinking of my brother driving faster.

"Brother! Slow down!" He just wanted to take a ride and experience what it's like to ride a professional motorcycle. He didn't want to risk his life. The speed was too fast, and it wouldn't hurt to fall off. die.

Wen Tingjun looked sideways at the roadside signs being overtaken by racing cars, opened his mouth and yelled loudly, wanting him to slow down, just such a sentence, he said it extremely difficult, because the gap in the part of the mouth was exposed, As soon as he shouted, he was poured into the wind...

Jiang Baixiu, who couldn't hear clearly, slowed down the speed of the car a little bit, and asked loudly: "What did you say!"

"Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly!"

In the wind, Jiang Baixiu's voice also became thinner, and Wen Tingjun, whose face was pressed tightly against his back, blinked, okay, let me say it again, "I say! Slow down!".

"Brother,!"

"Are you taking me to experience the feeling of riding a racing car! You still want my life! Driving too fast..."

"...".Well, he forgot, his junior brother is just a rookie in a car, not a racing driver, he will not get used to driving too fast.

It was he who lost his composure, and when he touched his precious hurricane, he got a little over excited.

Although the inner thought is that the car is only passionate when it is driven fast!

But Jiang Baixiu, who heard what his junior said clearly, slowed down obediently.

Wen Tingjun, whose heart didn't hang in the air all at once, heaved a sigh of relief, and then heard his senior brother hesitantly say to him.

"Ting Jun, I have something I want to discuss with you."

"Brother, tell me."

"Don't tell my parents about my car racing." Jiang Baixiu had a serious face, and his pleading tone was very sincere.

"Why, don't the teacher and the teacher's wife know?" Wen Tingjun, who looked puzzled, was a little surprised that he didn't discuss it with the teacher when he was playing racing?Seeing his proficiency in driving skills and professional racing suit, it is obviously not a matter of playing for a day or two, the teacher and the others don't know?

"I don't know, I was afraid to scare them, so I didn't dare to say, they have always disliked motorcycle racers." Jiang Baixiu sighed, "They watched too many injuries in motorcycle races, and they warned me from the beginning, don't Allow me to touch motorcycle racing."

"Besides, you should also see that my appearance in front of others is different from the appearance in front of you."

"It's not the same. It's more real, venomous and direct in front of me, and a good senior, honest and reliable in front of others."

Jiang Baixiu, who was choked up by Wen Tingjun's merciless words, burst out laughing.

"Ting Jun, you are really interesting." It was the first time he saw such a childish look.

I have seen it crying like a painted cat.

"You're right. I look the same in front of outsiders, and I look the same in front of my family and friends. The main reason is that I don't want them to worry. I'm basically a good-child who listens to adults."

The long consonant of the word "good boy" made Wen Tingjun shudder, "Brother, don't do this, I'm disgusting." It's not like you anymore.

Jiang Baixiu pursed his lips tightly. Whoever led his well-behaved junior had learned to talk back.

With a serious face, he coughed dryly: "Back to the topic."

"I regard you as my best friend, Junior Brother, that's why I exposed my true character in front of you, Junior Brother, you will agree to my request."

In one sentence, there are two seniors, what can he do, and have such a senior.

"...You have said so, I definitely agree." Wen Tingjun sighed.

"Thank you, junior brother! Come back with me to have lunch later, my parents just called and talked about you, let me ask you to come over and get together." Seeing that he agreed, Jiang Baixiu's eyes lit up instantly.

"Well, good." Wen Tingjun nodded in response, thinking about it and adding something.

"Brother, you play racing, you should also take care of yourself!" He was startled when he saw someone who was passing a corner very quickly and fell to the ground from his motorcycle.

The man fell to the ground and rolled several meters away. If he was not wearing a professional racing suit, he would definitely be sent to the hospital...

"Okay!" Jiang Baixiu also knew that his junior brother had good intentions, so he nodded readily. He is not a masochist, nor would he like to fall off the motorcycle.

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The two people outside the arena stared at the two who were driving around the arena at the same time.

"You don't care about Jiang Baixiu?" Yan Mingfeng said to the man beside him, looking at the two small figures embracing each other with jealousy in his heart.

"Huh? What are you talking about." Qiao Xuyang's smile remained unchanged, but he was holding the fingers on the helmet a little tighter. .

"Why are you pretending to be stupid? You are a thousand-year-old fox. Why are you still playing with me?" Yan Mingfeng glanced at him indifferently.

"Hehe." After Qiao Xuyang heard this, the smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and there was a little bitterness in his eyes.

Now that he's made it clear, what's the point of pretending.

"I'm just his friend now, bro."

"I have no position to take care of my Bai Xiu."

"Really?" Yan Mingfeng raised his eyebrows, "A person like you will guard someone carefully?"

"It's not forcible possession." There was a "tsk" in my heart, saying that I have no position to care about. The words "my family" reveal your true thoughts.

"Aren't you the same, you are much better than me, you haven't completely won the heart of the person you want." Qiao Xuyang didn't want to be completely at a disadvantage, and was provoked by Yan Mingfeng's tone that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. Sentence with a knife, piercing the banquet Mingfeng cools the heart.

"You!" Yan Mingfeng sneered when he heard the words, "The heir of the Qiao family, the youngest son of the real estate tycoon family, condescended to be an ordinary person, just guarding one person, and dare not let others know about you I like it, and you're also ashamed to talk about me."

"Then what, it's better than you, the heir of the Yan family, who is liked by the person who knows that he likes him, but they don't accept it, and stay by your side semi-forced!"

Long ago, because of the person they liked, they checked the people around each other to the bottom. Up to now, the two people who still have documents lying in the drawer, after falling off each other, the two hurt each other.

"Then what's the matter! At least the person I like stays with me now, and he also knows that I like him. One day I will let him stay by my side willingly. Unlike you, you dare to tell Jiang Baixiu that this is obvious to you Boring man, you like him!"

"If you say so, I'm afraid you won't even be able to do it as a brother!" He could clearly see that Jiang Baixiu didn't see that the person around him was interested in him at all.

"You!" Qiao Xuyang gritted his teeth after being stabbed in the sore foot.

This time he lost...

Looking at Qiao Xuyang, who was blocked by his words and couldn't utter a word, Yan Mingfeng felt refreshed, and completely suppressed the aggrieved feeling of Wen Tingjun obediently holding Jiang Baixiu's waist.

"Anyway, take care of Jiang Baixiu and don't let him bother my Junjun all the time."

"Hehe, if you have the ability, you take good care of your people, the people I protect, and I am willing to help him whatever he does." Qiao Xuyang sneered and turned the game around.

"Okay, you can, you are generous, wait for Jiang Baixiu to bring someone to you, I see if you are still so stubborn."

"That's my business, it's none of your business." Qiao Xuyang sneered back with a dark face.

Originally, he wanted to guard him quietly, and if he had someone he liked, he would even bring the person he liked to protect his heart, and his heart was very uncomfortable when he was stimulated by the feasting wind.

In fact, he also thought in his heart that one day Bai Xiu would bring someone to him and say it was his girlfriend, and he thought that he would guard them generously.

But at this moment, his false inner thoughts were repeatedly stimulated by Yan Mingfeng, and he found that, in fact, if Jiang Baixiu brought someone to him, he only wanted to throw the woman who took his treasure into the Pacific Ocean.

Lock Jiang Baixiu in a place that only he can see...

Yan Ming, who was reproached, also saw his stubbornness, and raised his eyebrows. The stimulation has been enough, and he can't say any more. Not for revenge.

It's really mentally retarded to make enemies for a few words.

The two people who looked at each other and were disgusted with each other looked at each other, then turned their eyes on Wen Tingjun and Jiang Baixiu again, and said something in their hearts.

This person really gets more and more unhappy the more he looks at it.

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