Luo Wanxing looked at his attitude and said lightly:

"It seems that if you don't compare with you today, you won't let me go."

"You can choose, either kneel down and beg for mercy, or just compare."

Luo Chenyu wanted to stop him, but Luo Wanxing had already agreed neatly:

"good."

Yang Feng raised his eyebrows. Luo Wanxing actually dared to agree, which was beyond his expectations. However, what he was waiting for was her agreement.

"If you lose, that Martha stays." He took a fancy to this car yesterday, thinking about how to find an opportunity to cheat Luo Chenyu, a young boy, and the opportunity came to his door.

Haha, the idea of ​​hitting her car, a gleam flashed through Luo Wanxing's beautiful eyes:

"How did you lose?"

Yang Feng pointed out casually outside, a car parked at the gate:

"That Hummer is..."

Before Yang Feng could finish speaking, Luo Wanxing interrupted him:

Luo Wanxing is not interested in his car. How expensive is she as expensive as her Martha?

"I want you as a club."

Luo Chenyu was about to go crazy:

"Sister, do you really want to compare? That car is a betrothal gift from my brother-in-law. If you lose..."

"If you lose, let your brother-in-law send another one." Luo Wanxing stared at Yang Feng:

"Don't dare?"

Yang Feng was considering in his mind that in terms of configuration, Martha was much higher than his Hummer. He would lose any time he changed his body, but Luo Wanxing, a woman or a woman who had never driven a car, would he be afraid?

His club is only worth two million at most, not as expensive as his Hummer. Is there any problem with this woman's brain?

"One word is determined."

Luo Chenyu's eyes were straightened: Sister, you are crazy.

Everyone in the club was moved, and the bets worth tens of millions were worth of them, and those people were drooling at the car Martha.

Man: "Brother, wait for you to win the car, I'll enjoy it with me."

Female: "Brother Feng, win Martha over, I'm going to do it with you in the car."

The pursuit of everyone made Yang Feng smile proudly. In his opinion, there was no suspense in this game. He just had to drive a random circle and Martha, worth 50 million, would be his.

On this side, Luo Chenyu thought about it and asked Yang Feng to come to the co-pilot Marsha to guide his sister. Yang Feng agreed generously.

In Yang Feng's opinion, the result of this game cannot be changed by one more Luo Chenyu on Martha.

After Luo Chenyu got in the car, he rushed to teach Luo Wanxing:

"Sister, this is ignition, this is acceleration, and you must remember that the brake is on your left foot. If you are nervous later, I will help you drive it."

Luo Wanxing looked at his younger brother's nervous and worried look and smiled relaxedly:

"I remember, the game has begun, you fasten your seat belt."

Luo Chenyu not only fastened his seat belt, but also held the handrail on the car tightly. With the roar of the engine, the trembling of the car body made his nervous palm sweat. He stared at the front in despair: Sister, please be careful.

Luo Wanxing nodded, holding the steering wheel in his hand, the leather feels very good. This is her first time driving this car after Fu Rongyuan gave it to her.

The entire carriage is decorated with diamonds to form a galaxy, like a dream, the luxurious interior, elegant lines, and his heart bring her a noble and comfortable driving experience.

The competition began, and the Hummer's engine sounded louder than Martha and threw Martha behind him. Luo Wanxing was not in a hurry and drove Martha slowly following him while controlling the steering wheel.

Luo Chenyu was very afraid of death, but he couldn't watch something happen to his sister. He stared at Luo Wanxing's operation, for fear that she wouldn't know anything about it.

The club people were tracking with drones, and Martha landed behind the Hummer, and the distance was being pulled away.

"Brother Feng is sure to win. Brother Feng, go and bring a few boxes of wine to call a few beautiful girls. Let's celebrate Brother Feng tonight."

"This kind of woman who is ignorant of the world needs to teach her a lesson, thinking that it would be great if she had a few stinky money at home."

"that is."

Several people squeezed together and watched the real-time picture of the drone turning back. Slowly, the expressions on their faces froze slightly...

On the road, Yang Feng from Hummeri was skillfully and skillfully holding a cigarette steering wheel in his mouth, turning, drifting, and accelerating. He was very skillful and quick, and he still glanced at Maserati, who was distant from the rearview mirror, and his lips curled up smugly.

In one minute, he ended in a circle. Yang Feng had to walk on this road many times every day, and could run away with his eyes closed. This woman dared to compete with him.

snort.

In Martha's car, Luo Chenyu was secretly anxious. Five minutes had passed, and Martha was still behind for a long time: "Sister, there is a curve in front. Be sure to slow down, otherwise the car will be thrown out."

Luo Wanxing's lips curled slightly. As early as when she saw this Martha, all the power principles of the car appeared in her mind, and there were many pictures of controlling Martha's speeding flying in her mind. With the unknown codes before, Luo Wanxing felt that she would not lose, and even if she lost, she would not give the car out.

At worst, if you lose, you will be compensated with 60 million yuan. If you beat him to death, you will not give him a car. However, Yang Feng and his group of people will definitely choose cash and not ask for a car.

After a few minutes of adaptation, she had completely found the familiar feeling. Now, she was able to fully control the car.

Sure enough, she was not at all uncomfortable with this speed of lightning. Could this be a copy God gave her for rebirth?

In order not to let himself win in front of his younger brother, Luo Wanxing asked:

"Chen Yu, what should I do next?"

...

Office of the President of YX Technology

Secretary-General Goldman Sachs is orderly organizing the documents to be sent in for signature.

Secretary Zhao Cong came over and said:

"Boss, the company has signed a big order again, right? The president looks very good today. Do we have another bonus and blonde hair this month?"

Goldman glanced at him and knocked his head with the document:

"Do you don't know whether you signed a big order or not, as the secretary of the President's Office?"

"I know, all contracts are written word by word, but today the president is in a good mood, different from usual. In the past, it was the tranquility before the storm. This morning, I typed two words in my document, and the president did not ask you to scold me, but sent a message to ask me to do it again. This is so strange."

After hearing Zhao Cong say that, Goldman Sachs also stopped:

"The president today is a little different. When I went in to report the itinerary this morning, the president was distracted."

When Goldman Sachs recalled that scene, it felt a little incredible.

It is unusual for the president to be so decisive that he can actually be distracted.

The inside phone rang:

"Goldman Sachs has pushed back He's dinner tonight, and in addition, we won't work overtime tonight."

“Yes, President.”

As soon as the insider hung up, tears flashed in Zhao Cong's eyes. He hugged Goldman Sachs' waist and asked in disbelief:

"Boss, I heard it right. Isn't it true if I don't work overtime today?"

Goldman Sachs opened him expressionlessly: "Yes, don't work overtime, the president said it in person."

Zhao Cong almost knelt down: "I can finally go to a movie with my girlfriend. Boss, my girlfriend has had a fight with me for three times, and finally I have a chance to make up for it. Boss, I send a message to my girlfriend to tell her to make her happy, don't deduct me money."

Goldman Sachs was helpless, who told them to follow a workaholic president? Not to mention working overtime, it is common for them to stay overnight.

However, the president turned down the dinner party for the evening today and did not work overtime, and his mood was better than before. Based on a comprehensive analysis, is there some ease between the president and the president's wife?

"Perhaps, there will be more days without overtime in the future."

After Zhao Cong sent the voice message, tears of happiness had not dried yet, and the inside line rang again. Fu Rongyuan's cold tone was chilling across the phone:
Chapter completed!