In the evening, Qiao Sheng walked out of the company building and saw Fu Zijun's car parked on the roadside.
He was sitting in the car, wearing a casual suit, showing a calm and handsome face.
Looking at him, she unconsciously thought of the love lunch at noon, her nerves were slightly stiff, and she was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to speak...
Instead, Fu Zijun got out of the car and came over, putting a hat on her gently: "Are you off work?"
"I'll take you somewhere."
Qiao Sheng was pulled into the car and asked in the mist, "Where are we going?"
"You'll find out later."
Fu Zijun's handsome face looked a bit mysterious as he drove away.
After arriving, Qiao Sheng's black eyes froze when he saw the scene outside the car, full of shock and astonishment.
This is the designated location nationwide for ‘Sally’ figures!
‘Sally’ figure, unique and rare, sold once every three years!
She has loved sally since she was a child, and has already collected eight models in the pink series, leaving only the last one to complete it.
But I haven’t been able to get a ticket after years of scrambling...
She didn't expect that he would bring her here, and she was surprised and surprised: "Third Young Master, how do you know this place?"
Fu Zijun said: "Of course you need to know what your wife likes!" When he first entered her room, he noticed the figures on the TV cabinet.
Qiao Sheng's heart trembled violently: "..."
wife......
Before she could react, Fu Zijun had already held her hand and walked over there.
"I already know the conditions for this year's rush sale."
"It's not a traditional sale, it's a motorcycle competition. Whoever wins first place will have priority in purchasing. I've already signed up."
Qiao Sheng was slightly startled: "Motorcycle race? That kind of dangerous and exciting motorcycle?"
"right."
She twisted her eyebrows and said worriedly: "Third Young Master...why don't we just forget it..."
"With so many people participating, the scene must be very chaotic, and if you are not familiar with motorcycles, if you have any problems..."
Fu Zijun looked at the expression on her face, and the corners of his lips suddenly raised into a smile: "Are you worried about me?"
Qiao Sheng's nerves tightened: "I..."
"Don't worry, I will protect myself for you." Fu Zijun interrupted her words, stared at her with a pair of dark eyes, and said in a low voice:
"After all... I can't let you become a widow as soon as you marry me."
Qiao Sheng's heart trembled violently. Why did his tone sound so ambiguous?
She blushed: "If something happens to you, I will remarry and will not be a widow for you."
Fu Zijun frowned: "You are really cruel. Don't worry, I won't give you that chance."
With that said, he stepped forward with determination and walked directly into the arena.
Qiao Sheng looked at his back, speechless and helpless.
Soon, the game begins!
She had to sit on the viewing stand, looking anxiously for Fu Zijun.
This is the first competition, and dozens of contestants are all wearing motorcycle suits and helmets, almost identical.
But she actually recognized it at a glance. Number 19 was Fu Zijun!
With his majestic figure and extraordinary appearance, he can become the focus of the crowd no matter where he is.
As the competition gun fired, dozens of motorcycles set off together!
Qiao Sheng looked at Fu Zijun on the motorcycle, his heart clenched tightly.
I am really worried about how she will face it if something happens to him...
Not only the Fu family, but also this new marriage...
Fortunately, he drove smoothly on the field. Although he was ranked last, he was very safe and did not worry her so much.
Qiao Sheng also breathed a sigh of relief.
But suddenly——
After circling the field, Fu Zijun, who was still at the bottom of the queue, suddenly increased his firepower and surged forward!
Suddenly it passed more than a dozen locomotives and rushed to the middle section!
After passing the corner, it made a tight bend without losing its firepower, and passed three motorcycles again!
Too fast! Too wild!
Qiao Sheng's heart suddenly hung in his throat, and his palms were sweating from nervousness.
Did he know this would be dangerous?
And on the track...
Fu Zijun's eyes were focused, looking straight ahead, without any pressure.
He had already driven a mountain bike and an off-road vehicle in the army. What does this mean?
But he didn't notice at all - the racing driver behind him who was overtaken by him had an extremely unwilling and angry expression on his face!
The next second, he took out a lighter from his pocket and threw it at him hard.
"despair!"
The flaming lighter landed on the locomotive accurately!