I changed my pants and turned over to continue my dreams. I got up at 8 o'clock the next day, insisted on going out for a while, warmed up my daily aerobic heat, and then came back to have breakfast, and went back to the house to take a simple shower.

It was almost half past nine, and Jiang Xiyue's message came, saying that she had already reached the downstairs. Lin Qishan went back and went downstairs, went downstairs, walked out of the hotel and looked around, but could not see her Mercedes-Benz.

Then his eyes fell on a motorcycle on the side of the road.

Kawasaki, spray-painted with black, has two long legs that control the ground completely, jeans, trousers and sneakers, a motorcycle jacket with a fully enclosed helmet, and a black ponytail is left behind.

At first glance, I was still not sure, but the pair of headlights betrayed Jiang Xiyue the second time he saw. He walked over with a smile. Before she could speak, he said, "Will you go to the train station fifty?"

Jiang Xiyue, who was pushing up the windshield, thought she had heard it wrong at first, but when she saw that he looked serious, she smiled and bent her eyebrows: "What the hell are you doing?"

"one hundred!"

"roll!"

"two hundred!"

"In terms of speed!"

Her position changed quickly and was also a joke.

You should know that TikTok has not been released these days, and there are few jokes. Only by playing with interesting souls can life be heartless and heartless!

Lin Qishan was not kidding anymore and looked at the car: "This car is so handsome, what model is it?"

"Ninja 650, isn't it good?" She kicked her feet and got out of the car with her long legs swept.

Lin Qishan walked around and admired the car: "I feel awesome when I ride it. I used to want to ride it, but I was afraid of falling. I didn't expect you to be so brave!"

Jiang Xiyue smiled and said, "It's fun to have a ride, and you don't have to worry about traffic jams."

"Yes," Lin Qishan looked at it and gave up his thoughts of driving there, "Why don't you take me there?"

Jiang Xiyue was straightforward and saw that he was not joking, so she nodded happily: "Yes! Come up!"

"Wait for me to return to the car and get a helmet!"

Lin Qishan's Porsche has his racing helmet in the rear trunk, which is fully carbon. It seems bulky and really light. After wearing the helmet, the girl is already waiting for him with her feet.

"I'm on!"

Jiang Xiyue is tall but she is a woman after all. She is not as solid as a big man. She is a little afraid that she can't stand, but she is very disdainful: "Don't worry, I can't fall for you!"

Lin Qishan helped her to step on her shoulder. The back seat of this sports car was relatively high. It felt condescending when she sat on it. Naturally, the place where she let go must be particular, so he hugged the girl's waist without hesitation.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiyue laughed and scolded: "Where are you putting your hands?"

"The fuel tank is too thick and your waist is thin, so I'm afraid I won't be able to catch it tightly and will be thrown away."

Lin Qishan's serious explanation.

Jiang Xiyue couldn't tell whether he was teasing himself or what, but he just hugged his waist. After all, he was a handsome guy, and it was not certain who would take advantage of him.

"Have you sat firm?"

"Walk!"

Jiang Xiyue is now also in charge of the Han mentality and is particularly heroic.

I also deliberately twisted the accelerator twice to make a sound, then let the clutch start and rushed forward with a dead fire... I was afraid that the air would suddenly be embarrassed!

Lin Qishan smiled without any face: "Can you do it? If not, I'm going to get off the bus!"

Jiang Xiyue's old face was embarrassed, but she was unforgivable: "I just warmed up just now and told you that you still want to run after getting into my car!"

She started very quickly this time, and almost looked up when she started and accelerated. Suddenly, a strong wind came towards her. The motorcycle exhaust seemed to be thrown behind her. The stimulation of acceleration made him unable to help cheer.

The feeling of riding a motorcycle is quite different from driving, it is more free and elegant. The wind mixed with summer heat blew on her body. Her ponytail, which exuded the fragrance of her hair, shook her back and forth, and her hands tightly hugged her waist!

Although the motorcycle should be driven by men, the girl acts as a fender behind her, and then brakes for 200 times a 100-meter road, you can't hold it!

Who knows why she has such a thin waist, but her butt is bigger than her shoulders. To be honest, he has only seen this figure in comics or butter, and it is rare to get it in the world.

The more Lin Qishan thought about it, he quickly shook his head and drove away the wrong thoughts. Although he could control himself, his young body might not have no response. It would be embarrassing to hold it so tightly.

Jiang Xiyue was dedicated to driving and was immersed in the driving pleasure. In fact, women were in charge of men and girls, and her mentality was similar to men and girls. She was speeding and was heroic and refreshing.

After a while, Lin Qishan felt that he was still unsatisfied, but he was not greedy. He got out of the car with a smile and raised his hand to point the way: "Go forward to the empty P room to put the car."

Lin Qishan has a member of the racing yard and has rented a racing car for a long time. He is familiar with it. When the girl puts the car, he took a look at his car today.

"What kind of car is this?"

Jiang Xiyue's voice came from behind. She took off her helmet and shook her hair. Her natural behavior was sturdy, which was very consistent with his image as a female rider in his mind.

"Radical SR1, four-cylinder 200 horsepower, breaks 100 in 3.2 seconds, maximum lateral acceleration 2G, six-speed serial transmission, weighing less than 500 kg, how about it?"

When men talk about cars, they talk as much as women talk about cosmetics.

However, Jiang Xiyue also knew the tricks, so she came around and admired: "This open cockpit and acceleration should be a struggle with the wind when turning, right?"

Lin Qishan nodded, and then curious: "You really haven't taken a racing car?"

"I've just been in a sports car, but I've never tried a racing car," she said.

"Then prepare."

Lin Qishan just gave her a fun motorcycle, but now it's her turn to get into her own car to experience the mood of "no matter if you get into my car."

The preparations are easy to do. Because Lin Qishan is a car rental service, the staff will help check tires and vehicle conditions in all aspects, and the money will make the service particularly in place.

Because the weather is hot and because of the girl running, Lin Qishan did not change into a stuffy racing suit. He only wore a mask and a helmet. Hans used the neck protection system to protect his neck and then got on the racing car.

The cockpit of the SR1 is very cramped. Although there are two seats, it is a state of being attached to people when sitting down. Then tied a four-point seat belt, which really tied the person to the seat and couldn't move.

Jiang Xiyue, who had first experience, even felt that her shoulder bones were sore. She was no longer so flexible when she wanted to raise her hand to use her phone, but she was not so spoiled.

"Is it okay?" Lin Qishan said with special concern.

She made an OK gesture, and it was impossible for her to admit defeat at this time.

Lin Qishan smiled and powered up the entire vehicle system, and then started the vehicle again. The vibration resonance of the engine was clearly transmitted to his body. The heat and tension of summer also ignited at this moment.

Without a roof and windshield, all contact is more natural. Lin Qishan took the accelerator and pulled the speed to 5,000 rpm. The engine roared, making Jiang Xiyue panic and wanted to find something to catch it.

Then he bounced off the clutch, the accelerator started, the car was tightly opened like a slingshot, the person instantly stuck to the seat, and the speed was crazily pulled up, and the wind was loud!

The gear lever was pulled up and the back was like a kick. Jiang Xiyue felt her heartbeat was pulled to more than one hundred, and it was as if she was riding on the back of a mad cow!

A thought came to my mind: I'm going to die!

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