Under Xi Jin's questioning gaze, Butler Lin coughed.

"No."

Xi Jin was a little surprised.

Butler Lin: "Mr. Xi, Miss Shi Yan, she has crashed eight cars."

Xi Jin: "..."

When Xi Jin came to the yard, he finally saw what it was like, a large car accident scene.

Each of the eight luxury cars with an average value of no less than RMB 10 million died in its own way. They crashed into a tree, rolled over, or had their doors flying off?...

Xi Jin's eyes were fixed on his favorite shiny purple sports car, a special model customized together with his motorcycle, with his exclusive logo on it.

But now, most of the paint on the side has been rubbed off, and it has even sunk in.

It looks like a scrap car recycling dump site.

Shi Ming was sitting on the steps with a sad look on his face, like the master of a garbage station.

The vein on Xi Jin's forehead twitched.

Noticing Xi Jin coming over, Shi Wan stood up slowly with a heroic expression, "Xi Jin, I just figured it out. I'm afraid I won't have a driver's license in this life, and after some self-explanation,

Accept this cruel fact well."

My little guy's acting skills have improved by leaps and bounds recently.

Xi Jin: "Huh."

"I can't accept such a cruel fact."

He wanted to see how Shi Yan created such a tragic scene step by step.

"Uncle Lin, adjust the monitoring and driving recorder."

Butler Lin: "...Hey."

Xi Jin turned on the screen projection directly in the lobby. After reading it, Xi Jin gave Shi Wan a meaningful look.

Shi Han murmured: "I'm just... not used to such a slow speed."

"I think they're a little fragile."

What are brakes? Alas, they don’t need to be used.

What is the accelerator? Isn’t it just for pressing the pedal to the bottom?

What's the steering wheel? Sorry, I just broke it off.

Xi Jin stood up and Shi Wan took a step back.

Xi Jin raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you just make sense?"?

He just wanted to relax and said, "Follow me."

Shi Yan followed Xi Jin step by step, "Xi Jin, where are we going?"

Xi Jin took Shi Yan to the garage.

Shi Ye stood at the door of the garage and refused to go in, "It's better not to do it. People can have weaknesses."

One set after another.

Xi Jin picked the smallest helmet in the garage and said, "Come here."

When Shi Ban came chirping over, Xi Jin put the helmet on Shi Yan's head and put the transparent helmet cover on with a "click" sound.

His long legs straddled the motorcycle casually, gesturing for Shi Wan to sit behind him.

Then he reached out and took off the helmet hanging in front of the motorcycle and put it on, "Sit tight."

A "buzzing" sound sounded, and the next second, the flowing purple car roared out at lightning speed.

There is also a racing track in the back hill of Xijia Manor.

The moment the motorcycle drove out, he hugged Xi Jin's waist due to the inertia.

Only when I hugged him did I realize that such a strong person had such a thin waist, and his muscles were extremely tight, without a trace of fat.

She lay on Xi Jin's back, and the wind went against them, passing by every part of her body.

When we arrived at the dedicated track of the racing track, Xi Jin picked up the speed from the already fast speed. Especially when cornering, the motorcycle almost fell to the ground and drifted past. At that moment, it felt as if it was flying.

It feels different from when she moves by herself.

She is not in control, but she can devote herself wholeheartedly to it, and she can also smell the good smell of Xi Jin.
Chapter completed!