At first, he thought Jiang Nuantang was just a beauty in a vase, using her beauty to gain power.
As a result, she brutally killed him in the aspect of programming that he was proud of.
Later, he thought that she was a weak woman who could not withstand the attack of several strong men.
As a result, she not only subdued the other party, but also defeated the other party's arrogance with just one phone call.
Now……
He thought she was just an ordinary spectator watching the race, but it turned out that she was a female driver who became famous at a young age.
To this day, it is like a myth, living in word of mouth among people.
Others may not be able to achieve the same achievements after working hard all their lives, but she actually achieved them all by herself.
"It's me."
Knowing what Ji Zhengqi was shocked about, Jiang Nuantang did not hide it, but only added at the end:
"Others don't know yet, remember to keep it a secret for me!"
Jiang Nuantang smiled at Ji Zhengqi.
But he saw that Ji Zhengqi's entire body seemed to have turned to stone, and he was stunned on the spot, unresponsive.
After a long time, Ji Zhengqi finally finished digesting:
The fact that Jennifer, the only talented female racing player who is as famous as God Z, is now his colleague.
For a moment, Ji Zhengqi seemed to have been given some sacred mission. He straightened his back and solemnly agreed:
"Don't worry, I won't let anyone else know about it!"
The smile in Jiang Nuantang's eyes deepened a little. In fact, she was just afraid of trouble and didn't want to be watched during working hours after her identity was spread.
Only then did I give some extra warning.
I never thought that Ji Zhengqi would attach so much importance to it.
Suddenly Jiang Nuantang's view of him changed a lot.
But she didn't say anything more to him. She raised her wrist and looked at the time, and saw that more than ten minutes had passed.
She was afraid that everyone waiting for her would be bald.
Jiang Nuantang gathered his thoughts and said directly to Manager Liu:
"I'll leave it to you to deal with. I have other things to do first."
Manager Liu had no objection to Jiang Nuantang's request.
only--
Through his glasses, he glanced at the Wang family children scattered on the ground.
Manager Liu hesitated and asked:
"Then they..."
Is this okay?
Manager Liu glanced at Jiang Nuantang worriedly.
But don't be too harsh, as it will make the person paralyzed, and even yourself in the end.
"It's okay! It's just temporary joint paralysis. When the police come, you can feed them this medicine."
Jiang Nuantang took out a few pills and handed them to Manager Liu.
After he took it, he started to leave.
Behind him, Ji Zhengqi looked at her back, dazed for a long time.
…
Ten minutes later, Jiang Nuantang came to the office of the race director.
He raised his hand lightly and knocked on the office door.
The man who was staring at the computer and looking at something put down the mouse and stood up.
"You're here."
"What do you want from me?"
Too lazy to exchange pleasantries, Jiang Nuantang got straight to the point.
The man smiled deeply.
After many years, this unreasonable temper has not changed at all.
In this case, he didn't waste time, pointing to the sofa beside him and said:
"Sit down and talk first."
Pursing her lips lightly, Jiang Nuantang walked over and sat down.
The man also sat down opposite her, making tea while explaining the purpose of coming to her:
"The originally scheduled professional player Gu Xici is absent for some reason. I hope you can play in his place."
Originally, after Jiang Nuantang refused to participate, he would not trouble her again.
But now that she has arrived at the scene, she naturally wants to make the best use of everything.
After all, as one of the founding shareholders of Qifengshan Circuit, Jiang Nuantang has an unshirkable responsibility for the rise and fall of the circuit.
We are all old friends, and Jiang Nuantang also knows what the person in charge means.
There was not much resistance in my heart, I just lowered my eyes and pursed my lips, and said matter-of-factly:
"You should know that I haven't touched a car for a long time."
Naturally, this car does not refer to the ordinary car that is usually driven, but a racing car that meets the FIA specifications.
The two are completely different feelings for professional racing drivers.
Therefore, even if she competes as a substitute, there is no guarantee that she can maintain her previous winning results.
I'm afraid that not only will it fail to save the car, but it will also bring a wave of infamy to the car park.
Jiang Nuantang acted cautiously. It didn't matter if she was scolded, but not in the car park.
This is their shared youth.
Jiang Nuantang puts the honor of the car park first in everything she does, and the person in charge understands her concerns.
But he was not as worried as she was and said encouragingly:
"It doesn't matter, just do your best. Don't worry about the rest."
The person in charge looked at Jiang Nuantang with a faint smile. She always thinks of others before doing things, but she doesn't know...
What everyone wants is for her to do whatever she wants and have fun.
Seeing the person in charge insisting, Jiang Nuantang said nothing more.
He nodded in agreement.
…
In the driver's lounge
Several men in cool racing suits gathered together, lowering their voices and discussing something carefully.
In the corner, a man with a stern face but handsome features was sitting on the sofa.
His slender fingers with clear joints rested on the armrest casually, and his thick and long eyelashes drooped, covering his dark eyes, but they could not hide the sharp aura around him.
After a long while, one of the younger boys finally couldn't restrain his curiosity, touched his companion's arm, and asked softly:
"What happened to God Z? He suddenly agreed to compete? As a result, my air pressure was low all night. I was so scared that I didn't even dare to breathe."
The companion in question was obviously familiar with Z Shen. He raised the corner of his lips and sneered:
"Why else? I feel wronged by a woman, so I have no choice but to vent my anger on the racing car."
At this point, my companion still felt that it was not enough, so he raised his voice and added:
"If you ask me, if you like her, go for her. It doesn't matter whose fiancée she is."