Are you sure you want to divorce me?

"I really can't see that Director Han drove so hard that he overwhelmed Wen Shao. The old man kept telling me the last time he went back, telling me to learn how to be more mature and prudent. Heh, I really should let him see."

"I think they are still the type to seek stability, but today they are a little out of order."

"You call this a malfunction?!"

"Isn't it? Look at him at first..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking. Here, both cars are here!"

"Who won?" The man who spoke just now regretted that he should not have missed the most exciting moment because of the argument. He fixed his eyes on the end of the track, where two cars were parked side by side.

"They arrived together. No... There should be a 0.2 second difference between the two cars. That's right, that's right!"

"I just said that Young Master Han must still have a backup player! So in the end... who won?"

At this time, a staff member hurried up the stairs and whispered a few words to one of them, and that person's face instantly became very exciting.

"The result report is up, Han Dong won, it really is... 0.2 seconds."

"..." There was a dead silence on the audience stage, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.Most of the famous young masters in Jingzhou gathered here today, and they are used to being arrogant on weekdays, but at this time, everyone's hearts are full of admiration, and there is nothing else.

Han Yufeng is really a miraculous existence, no wonder his father respects him so much.

However, soon, someone discovered something was wrong.

"What's going on? Why don't you come down?"

"What happened?"

Even the people far away on the audience stage became commotions, how could Young Master Wen who was the closest didn't notice?

When Wen Wenyao got out of the car, his legs were a little weak. After all, it had been a long time since he had gone all out like this, but it was undeniable that the process of competing with each other just now was enough for him to take it out for a lifetime.He walked slowly in front of his beloved car, bent down and knocked rhythmically on the window, "Hey! Still reluctant to get off?"

"Han Yufeng? You won't die inside, are you?" Wen Wenyao was so angry that he wanted to kick the car door, but when he thought that the car was his own, he put his foot down abruptly and went to open the door instead.

"Open the door! Hey!" Wen Wenyao pulled it a few times and found that the car door was not moving at all. You can only wait for the driver to open the door from the inside.

At this time, Wen Wenyao recalled Han Yufeng's state before getting into the car, his pale face and the cold sweat on his forehead, and couldn't help cursing in a low voice, thinking, no way.

All his ominous premonitions were actually accurate. At the moment when he crossed the finish line, Han Yufeng was already dying. With a little effort, he turned off the engine, pulled the handbrake, and he lay on the steering wheel and passed out briefly.It wasn't until Wen Wenyao came over and slammed the window and opened the door that he woke up in a daze.

He really wanted to open the door, but his whole body was so weak that he couldn't even lift it up, so he had no choice but to continue lying on his stomach for a while longer.The pain in the abdomen continued, and for a while, Han Yufeng wished he had to wake up. He knew that this was a sign of bleeding again, and if he opened his mouth at this time, a mouthful of blood might spurt out.Han Yufeng smiled wryly, and said goodbye. If he dirtyed his car again, the people outside would probably explode.