"Damn!

"Paralyzed! A broken Tiguan can outrun my top-of-the-line Ferrari!"

The red-haired boy gritted his teeth, and his eyes were about to erupt into fire as he looked at the car in front of him that he had mistaken for a Tiguan.

He stepped on the accelerator again to accelerate past Zheng Zhefan's Touareg.

I have to say that the performance of the Ferrari is still quite good, and it only needs to increase the gas pedal and it can speed up quickly.

The red-haired boy quickly increased his speed to nearly 200 miles.

At this time, he also felt that his control of the car was a little unstable.

At such a fast speed, when turning, it is quite dangerous.

There were a few corners, and the red-haired boy almost crashed into the car.

And on the ring line, such bends can be said to be continuous, and the three rings are not composed of one play and one play?

The red-haired boy finally had to reduce his speed.

Compared with victory and defeat, life is the most precious!

"Damn! How can that kid turn so smoothly at such a high speed? Lao Tzu can't figure it out! Just now I saw him driving a car and walking slowly at a speed of 40 miles, and in a blink of an eye, he became a top racing driver, this is not scientific!" the red-haired boy muttered to himself.

Zheng Zhefan saw the Ferrari behind him drop, and he immediately slowed down, always keeping a distance of more than ten meters from the Ferrari, spraying exhaust gas at this top luxury car.

"Brother, you're awesome!"

Li Limei had already turned around at this time, wrapped her arms around his neck, and hung on him like a koala.

"Compared to that red-haired boy, it's really a little better than him. Zheng Zhefan smiled.

"However, I can't figure it out, there are so many bends on this road, why don't you basically need to step on the brakes to slow down when you turn a corner?" asked Li Limei.

"That's because my eyes are looking farther, I can anticipate all the corners in advance, and then be prepared to drive in advance, so I can do every turn just right, so I don't have to slow down. Zheng Zhefan smiled.

"It's amazing! You can still see so clearly in such a dark night. Li Limei writhed on his lap, and she sensed something unusual.

She realized what it was, too.

Her eyes and heart were suddenly warm, and her body was weak.

She quietly adjusted her sitting posture so that she could find greater comfort.

"Xiaomei, don't move, you can't affect me to drive. Zheng Zhefan said at this time.

"Oh. ”

Li Limei heard Zheng Zhefan say this, and quickly quieted down.

She sensed the things under her buttocks, and only felt numb and crispy.

Zheng Zhefan kept suppressing the red Ferrari behind him, and turned around the Third Ring Road for three or four times before he headed towards the lower intersection.

"Xiaomei, what's going on?, is it cool to drag race?" asked Zheng Zhefan after glancing at Li Limei, who was hanging from his neck like a koala.

"Cool, my bones are soft. Li Limei said.

Zheng Zhefan shook his head and smiled: "Okay, now you go and sit in the co-pilot seat by yourself." ”

"No, I'm going to sit on my brother, it's so comfortable. Li Limei continued to twist her body, which would increase the strength of the friction.

"Okay, okay, don't twist, you are, get angry. Zheng Zhefan touched Li Limei's head and said.

"Yes, I'm just, I'm on fire, brother, then you will burn me, okay?" Li Limei leaned in and kissed him on Zheng Zhefan's lips.

"Not good. Zheng Zhefan shook his head.

"Why is it bad? It's so beautiful tonight, I want to keep it going, I want to see your face as soon as I open my eyes tomorrow morning. Li Limei said.

"Obedient, Xiaomei, as I said, it's not appropriate now, and it won't be possible until the right time. Zheng Zhefan hugged Li Limei's small waist, lifted her up, and tried to put her in the passenger seat.

Li Limei hugged his neck and didn't let go, and the two actually formed a stalemate.

Behind them, the Ferrari also came off the ring line, flashing its lights at them behind them.

Is this a request to get out of the car and speak?

Zheng Zhefan smiled and said: "Xiaomei, look, the kid behind can't outrun us, and now he wants us to stop." You say, should we get out of the car and beat them up?"

Li Limei's eyes lit up.

She still has the heart of a child.

"Okay, okay! I want to see Brother Fan beat people! That kid is so hateful, provoke us for no reason, hum! It's just looking for a beating!" Li Limei clapped her hands and said.

"Then get out of the car!" Zheng Zhefan said.

He pulled over to the side of the road.

Opening the car door, he and Li Limei got out of the car together.

The Ferrari also stopped behind them.

The red-haired boy also got out of the car.

This kid is about 1.78 meters tall, with a slender and well-proportioned figure, delicate facial features, and a little creamy taste.

"You're driving very hard!" the red-haired boy said to Zheng Zhefan.

"Generally average. Zheng Zhefan said lightly.

"Would you like to join my racing club? I can guarantee you a good profit. The red-haired boy said to Zheng Zhefan.

"Not interested!" Zheng Zhefan shook his head.

At this moment, Li Limei exclaimed: "Huh, you are, Chen Le, right?"

The red-haired boy heard Li Limei call out his name, and smiled coolly: "It's still recognized." That's right, I'm Chen Le, I'm here to drag racing tonight just to vent my emotions, I hope you don't say it. ”

Chen Le, a new generation of film and television superstars, has acted in a few soap operas, sang a few songs, and his works are not very popular, but Chen Le's people are popular, so popular that they have become a famous little fresh meat star in China, with countless fans, and many children are crazy obsessed with him.

Although Zheng Zhefan is not interested in celebrities or anything, he has also heard of this name.

Zheng Zhefan smiled and said to Li Limei, "Xiaomei, let's go?"

"Wait a minute, buddy, I really see that you are a talent, I want to help you, you join my racing club, I can guarantee that you will earn at least millions a year, not much better than your last class? Look at you, you are driving a Tiguan now, I dare to guarantee that in a year, you will be able to drive at least a Mercedes-Benz E-class!" The red-haired boy Chen Le did not give up, and sent another invitation to Zheng Zhefan.

"Chen Le, my brother Fan makes more money than you, he can sell a painting for hundreds of millions of dollars, how can he join your racing club to play for you?

"Oh?" Chen Le was stunned.

He just found that Zheng Zhefan was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.