Are you sure you want to divorce me?

Wen Wenyao deliberately chose the track with the highest degree of difficulty. There are projects such as "jumping over a one-sided bridge", "crossing a blind cave", and "surviving a cliff". Weiji passed, let alone someone like Han Yufeng who had no contact with him at all.Wen Wenyao has made up his mind to kill him. Doesn't he know what kind of consequences this will have?

Jiang Shiyan was very anxious, but he couldn't get through, because the track had been closed. Just when he was about to yell loudly to persuade people not to mess around, there was a loud engine sound, and the two side-by-side racing cars flew like flying. He went out and quickly disappeared from sight.

The onlookers were astonished.Forget about that kid Wen Wenyao, why is this Han Yufeng's starting speed so high? He doesn't look like someone he met for the first time at all.

And Mr. Han, is your design broken?How about mature and stable?Who is that guy who drives a car like an airplane?

"What's the top speed of this new Chiron?"

"It seems to be more than 400."

"418."

"..."

"The top speed is bluffing, so you can go straight to fly the plane. Look at it, it looks like 250 or 260 at most."

"I can't see that this Director Han still has two brushes. We underestimated him."

"Hmph, just admit it, not only is it inferior to others in business, but even the things you are good at have no advantage in front of others."

"Young Master Bai! What do you mean?"

Jiang Shiyan frowned in disgust, and found a seat far away from the group of second-generation ancestors and sat down.Although he was anxious, he did not call Wen Yehua to come and arrest him, because in that case, Wen Wenyao would inevitably be beaten again.

In order to buffer time for the players at the beginning, the track is very flat all the way, and there are few corners.

The two cars have been keeping pace with each other, which made Mr. Wen a little dissatisfied. He poked his head out and shouted: "Director Han! You give up! A delicate person like you is not suitable for this place, so go back and sit obediently." Turn on the air conditioner in the office!"

Han Yufeng was a little out of breath, and the pain in his abdomen became more and more obvious, almost tearing him apart. Facing Wen Wenyao's provocation at this time, he just replied lightly, "Concentrate." him.

He held the steering wheel with one hand, and pressed his belly tightly with the other hand, and his white lips were also tightly pursed.

But at this time, Wen Wenyao's focus was in another direction. He even controlled the steering wheel with one hand and turned the speed up to 180! Did he, he, he die?

Wen Wenyao considers himself a veteran and dare not be so willful. If there is a sudden sharp turn ahead, he will probably fly out!

"Hello!" Just as he was about to remind Han Yufeng, his eyes suddenly widened and he stared ahead like a ghost.

I was really afraid of something! There was a sharp turn 200 meters ahead. Wen Wenyao knew that the first test of the track was coming, and he panicked for no reason, and he didn't know who it was for.

"Be careful!!!" He only had time to yell, and then he watched the light blue Bugatti galloping past him in a daze, flicking its tail and driving through the curve without any danger.

"!!!" In such a dazed moment, he fell behind instead. He cursed in a low voice, and quickly stepped on the accelerator to pass the checkpoint.