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This time, Mo Qianqian didn't speak, just sighed slightly......

Although she couldn't convince him to give up the game, she could be there for him, at least it would make her feel more at ease.

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Soon, the car drove to the exclusive racing track of Beichen Shaoting.

Beichen Shaoting quickly opened the door and got out of the car, walked to Mo Qianqian's side, helped her open the car door, and let her get out of the car.

In the empty racing field, there is only one racing car parked, which is the exclusive racing car of Beichen Shaoting.

"Wait for me here." Beichen Shaoting stretched out his hand and led Mo Qianqian to an empty seat next to the racing track, and then whispered.

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, Mo Qianqian suddenly reached out and grabbed his clothes.

"Wait, I'll go with you!" She said suddenly.

"Are you sure?" Hearing this, a smile crossed Beichen Shaoting's eyes......

She forgot the last time he raced, what was she like in the passenger seat?

Does she want to experience that feeling again?

"Hmm......" Mo Qianqian nodded and answered with certainty.

Just kidding, if she didn't go with her, how would she know how his hand was recovering.

In the past few days, he seems to be deliberately hiding his injury, so he never uses his left hand in front of her.

"Good! If you can't stand it, you can stop it at any time! Beichen Shaoting stared at her for a second, and then suddenly pursed his lips in response.

Seeing that he agreed to let her go with him, Mo Qianqian had a happy smile on his face......

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It's just that when she got close to the car, she began to feel some regret in her heart......

The last time Beichen Shaoting took her to drag racing, I still remember it vividly...... It made her a little breathless.

"Regrets? Now you can choose to go back to where you were from! Beichen Shaoting leaned on the car door with one hand, and he was holding a helmet in his hand.

It's a black helmet, and a pink helmet.

"I don't regret it!" Mo Qian pursed his lips shallowly, pretending to be disdainful, and after glancing at his left arm, he reached out and snatched the pink helmet in his hand.

She fastened the helmet to her head, but she couldn't buckle the strap on the helmet for half a day......

Seeing this, Beichen Shaoting couldn't help but hook his lips, and reached out to push away her hand that was buckling the strap.

In the next second, he patiently stretched out his hands and slowly helped her buckle the strap of the helmet.

"That's it!" He reached out and brushed the long hair on her shoulder, then said with satisfaction.

The pink hard hat on her head looks particularly cute......

"Oh......" Mo Qianqian nodded, then opened the door of the car, sat inside, and closed the door.

Beichen Shaoting hooked his lips, then turned around and put on his hard hat and got into the car from the other side.

As soon as he sat in the driver's seat, Beichen Shaoting skillfully drove the sports car.

The sports car is running on the empty track, running to its heart's content......

The speed is also getting faster and faster......

Mo Qianqian's face gradually turned a little pale, but she held back and didn't make a sound.

And her eyes were fixed on his left hand holding the steering wheel......

Different from what she imagined, Beichen Shaoting not only did not look the slightest nervous and strained, but seemed very relaxed and natural......

She paused, and his arm ...... Looks like it should be okay already.