"That's not what I mean. Of course you have to be careful." Jing Jiaren's face has become very serious. "Racing is very dangerous. Safety comes first. No matter what happens, your safety is the first priority."
Jian Chenche curled up his lower lip indifferently: "Finally I heard someone say something."
"Leng Aofeng, you too, remember you are just making up the numbers."
"Although I'm not a professional, it doesn't mean I don't know how to do it," Leng Aofeng said, "I often play simulation games for training."
"Simulation game training?"
"You should start practicing racing from a young age. In China, you cannot get a driver's license if you are under 18, so you usually learn theoretical things first. And many masters in F1 are trained through simulation games since childhood." Jian Chenche only said about his
It's my hobby, so I can talk a few more words.
Jing Jiaren glanced at Leng Aofeng in surprise: "So you can do it too?"
"Why, he doesn't look alike?" Jian Chenche teased.
Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip: "I haven't seen him play usually."
"Men are born to like the roar of racing motors, the friction between tires and the ground, the feeling of speed..." Jian Chenche raised his eyebrows, "Just like you women are born to like clothes."
SUN nodded solemnly: "Yes, it's cool!"
"Let's play with little milk bag."
Jing Jiaren pushed him to the back.
"SUN is not young anymore, SUN is a mature man!"
No one cares about him...
Jing Jiaren asked a few more things about safety awareness. She felt very nervous and was nagging like an old woman.
Until two goddesses of luck appeared.
They put on matching racing suits with Leng Aofeng and Jian Chenche.
As soon as he came over, he immediately stuck to the two men, held their heads in check, and enthusiastically gave them GOODLUCKKISS!
In front of Jing Jiaren, he gnawed wildly.
SUN hugged Jing Jiaren's legs: "Queen, Uncle Wolf has made a big sacrifice this time!"
Jian Chenche pushed the woman away tiredly, with lipstick marks all over her face.
Didn't he sacrifice?
"No woman has ever touched my face before!"
Jing Jiaren's eyes lit up: "So Boss Jian is so innocent?"
"..."
"Don't tell me you haven't touched a woman yet?...Not one?"
"..."
"Chicken!" SUN said in shock, "He is the big one and I am the little one."
Jing Jiaren: "..."
"Mr. Leng of China, shall we go for a test drive?" Hengmei held Leng Aofeng's arm and smiled charmingly.
"Mr. China Jian, let's go too..."
Leng Aofeng's car had been selected in advance, and it was the same model as his racing suit.
Of course, you have to choose the car first before changing into the racing suit...
Leng Aofeng wears a blue racing suit and a cool blue racing car!
And Jian Cheche is wearing a red racing suit and a red racing car.
For a test drive, you don’t have to drive too far and then back up...
Jing Jiaren wiped her sweat and waited in the shade with SUN. The sun was a bit bright today.
Soon, the first person to come back from the test drive was the black Beetle.
The cold man is like an Asura from hell. His slender hands are wearing leather gloves and he is holding the steering wheel coldly. His momentum and pressure are so aggressive that you can't take your eyes away.
There are many family members who came to cheer——
The crowd watching the excitement was even more lively, and they were isolated outside the venue by bodyguards, looking forward to it.
Jing Jiaren's heart tightened. The more she looked at the owner of "Beetle", the more he looked like Ximen Longting.