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Seeing that Beichen Shaoting was so stubborn, Mo Qianqian sighed helplessly.

After talking to her for a long time, he didn't waver at all from the idea of participating in the competition.

"The soup is cold, you can finish the soup first." Mo Qianqian finally decided to give up the idea of letting him give up that international racing competition for the time being.

Because she will never be able to say anything about him just by saying it.

It's not because what he says makes sense, but because he always habitually overwhelms her with that domineering posture!

The two have been together for so long, and it seems that she has always been eaten to death by him......

Although there are occasional times when she turns over, there are always few pitiful times like this.

Hearing this, Beichen Shaoting let go of her hand, then lowered his head and slowly drank the soup in the thermos box in front of him.

Seeing that there was not a drop of soup left by him, Mo Qianqian's face looked a little better.

"Okay, you go to work, I'll go back." Mo Qianqian stood up from his body, then reached out and closed the lid of the thermos box, and then said to Beichen Shaoting.

She came to bring him soup, which had become a habit for her.

Usually when she is bored at Beichen's house, she will make some simple soups or dishes according to the content of the health recipe and send them to him.

Because of this, she felt that she was in the position of Beichen Shaoting's wife, and she was a lot more qualified.

Beichen Shaoting reached out and took the thermos box in her hand directly.

"No need, I'm off work!" He threw the thermos box aside, stood up directly, reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, and leaned into her ear domineeringly.

"But it's still early...... Mo Qianqian glanced at the clock on the table helplessly, it's only three o'clock in the afternoon, it seems that he wants to leave early again?

As a boss, the most important person in the whole group, is it really good that he is always like this?

"I've got the final say here, and I'll set the time I want to get off work!" Beichen Shaoting said disdainfully.

He is the ruler here, the dictator...... Everything here is up to him!

"......" Mo glanced at him speechlessly, okay, she thought right.

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Group, got into the car that the driver stopped early and waited.

"Go to the training ground!" As soon as he got in the car, Beichen Shaoting instructed the driver.

Hearing this, Mo Qianqian was stunned for a moment.

"Beichen Shaoting, do you still want to drive a racing car?" Mo Qianqian looked at him in surprise, he went to the training ground at this time, did he want to go to practice?

"You guessed it, that's smart!" Beichen Shaoting's thin lips hooked a smile, reached out and touched her head, and said praisefully.

Mo Qianqian was speechless to Beichen Shaoting again, if he didn't go to the training ground to practice, would it be difficult to go to dinner? If she can't guess correctly, then she's not just stupid, she's mentally retarded......

Thinking about it, she glanced worriedly at his left arm......

Mo Qianqian is naturally worried.

His injury hasn't healed yet, and he doesn't usually see how he uses this arm, can he really drive in his current situation?

"I'll prove it to you later, that little injury is nothing to me!" Seeing Mo Qian's concern, Beichen Shaoting's tone suddenly rubbed down, and he was trying to eliminate the worry and uneasiness in her heart.

He didn't want her to be by his side and still hold these emotions.