In the city of I, the snowflakes are falling.

The airport was crowded with people with inexplicable air conditioning.

The pick-up area was filled with two rows, neat and orderly.

Until a "J Jun came out" landed, the order was instantly broken.

Liang Kexin was thin and small, she was squeezed to the back, she couldn't hold the phone steadily, so she could only try her best to tiptoe and shoot, and scolded all these fans who did not obey the order in her heart.

J Jun, a big man in the motorcycle industry, became famous at a young age and quickly became a traffic racing driver.

With his superb skills and mysterious identity, he quickly won the hearts of major fans, the main mystery is that he never takes off his helmet, and no one knows what his true identity is.

Liang Kexin was also obsessed with her at that time, and since then she has been out of control, and even became an amateur racing driver to learn locomotives for him.

She even dreamed that she was competing with J Jun, but three years ago, J Jun suddenly announced that she would temporarily retire from the circle and go abroad for further study.

In the past three years, he has not only become more popular, but has become more popular than before.

A week ago, Liang Kexin received gossip that Mr. J was going back to China, so she hurriedly booked a ticket from south to north.

She knew that there would be no fewer fans who would come to pick up the airport, but she didn't expect that there would be so many, which can be called a wonder in the motorcycle rider circle.

"J-kun! J-kun! J-kun! ”

The fans at the scene kept shouting, Liang Kexin really regretted that she didn't come out with high heels, she couldn't move back and forth, and she was so anxious that her eyebrows burned.

The sound of support came one after another, and Liang Kexin's voice was directly drowned in it, and when a slender figure appeared on the mobile phone screen, she was almost unable to hold the mobile phone.

"J-kun!" After she shouted the name vigorously, tears suddenly fell from the ground.

It's been five years, and she finally met her idol.

The long-held dream suddenly sighted, and she was moved by her persistence and the atmosphere of the scene.

She was holding a letter in her pocket, her palms were sweating, and the moment she was hesitating, the video was suddenly interrupted by a phone call.

Which one the hell is it?

Liang Kexin's arm was withdrawn, and her body was quickly squeezed to the back, and she couldn't squeeze in anymore after a while.

Annoyed, she picked up the phone, "Hello? ”

"You didn't even come to your sister's birthday party? Get back to me right away! ”

"Got it." Liang Kexin hung up the phone angrily.

It's a hassle.

She didn't bother to change her clothes, so she went directly to the banquet site in a motorcycle suit.

When she arrived at the banquet, the busy waiters didn't have time to take care of her, let alone care if she would catch a cold from the cold.

"Ahh

A sneeze landed, and someone looked this way.

She noticed that the visitor was not looking well, so she quickly walked to the table and blew the paper.

There is a pot of pink roses on the table, delicate and delicate, but there is always an indescribable cheesiness.

The invitation list for the birthday banquet was placed next to the vase, and the words of the names of the major elites fell neatly on it, and Liang Kexin stared at it with straight eyes.

"You damn girl, who told you to go to City I? Leave your work aside to chase stars? Do you live to chase stars? ”

Father Liang was full of anger, and this roar pulled everyone's attention over by the way.

Liang Kexin pinched her throat and said, "I'll go and see what's wrong with my idol?" I've been waiting for him for five years, and I can't go see it yet? Besides, I didn't delay paying you the pension, did I? ”

"You! You rebel! Father Liang looked her up and down, "You don't even want these beggars, this is your sister's birthday party, why don't you dress up and be ready to be Cinderella and lose the face of our Liang family?" ”

"What's wrong with Cinderella, and the biker suit on me is a global limited edition." Liang Kexin lowered her eyelashes, and the light sprinkled down, covering the dimness in her eyes.

Father Liang was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, "Do you think I'm completely for your sister at this banquet?" How many upstart young masters are here, are you going to go crazy like this all the time? Tinkering with your broken herbs and broken cars all day long to live a lifetime?! ”

Liang Kexin's heart trembled, and her eyes instantly turned red.

Who has the right in this world to insult and question other people's dreams!

Father Liang was also a knife-mouthed tofu heart, realizing that he might have said the wrong thing, his attitude eased a lot, and he held Liang Kexin's shoulder, "Okay, don't think about these things for the time being, let me tell you that there are many young masters at this banquet, and if you find a way to get close to them, it will also be good for our Liang family." ”

In the final analysis, she is still the nominal eldest lady of the Liang family, if it weren't for her good sister Liang Kexin who couldn't take it, how could she have come out of herself.

"I don't want to participate, I still have to watch the J Jun competition, I'm too lazy to act with you."

"Liang Kexin?! Are you crazy! Father Liang looked at Liang Kexin, who put down his clothes and left, and was so angry that he directly threw the teacup in his hand on the ground.

Liang Kexin walked out of the villa with her waist straight, and she couldn't hide her sadness under her bright face.

Once she also vowed to be a high-ranking person, but there are so many accidents in this world, and how many people have tried their best to live as ordinary people in the end.

After sorting out her emotions, she went straight to the scene of the motorcycle race.

Because of Mr. J's return, the major media on the scene have already set up long guns and short cannons, and no one wants to miss Mr. J's first-hand information.

Liang Kexin bought the best grandstand area, staring at the bottom, her heart fluttering and jumping.

Liang Kexin remained highly nervous throughout the whole process, and she was relieved until the referee finally announced the victory of J Jun.

She looked at the man holding the championship trophy on the stage, and her heart felt like she was stuck in some honey.

But in the next second, she suddenly wrinkled her eyes, others may not be able to see it, but at her angle, the runner-up next to J Jun seemed to be pulling J Jun, and even wanted to take off his helmet.

The moment she stood up suddenly, J-kun's helmet hit the ground.

The audience was silent!

She gasped and clenched her fists.

"Wow! Isn't that Ji Linghao, the young master of the Ji family? It turns out that J-kun is him? ”

"This is a typical example of going back to inherit the inheritance if the competition fails!"

"God, my real name is envious."

Everyone was paying attention to Ji Linghao's identity as a young master, only Liang Kexin stared at his pair of purple dark pupils, as if he had entered a magic barrier.

"Mr. Ji, can you explain, why do you want to hide your public identity?"

"Don't you plan to inherit the family business when you keep participating in motorcycle races?"

There were more and more reporters on the Zhuhai track, and Ji Linghao's eyelids lifted after hearing the reporter's question, "Does it have anything to do with you?" ”

The phrase "......" gags the mouths of all journalists.

The scorching sun hit his cold face, and at that moment, Liang Kexin in the audience seemed to have been hit by something, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

I have to admit that the man she has her eye on is indeed very handsome!

Ji Linghao's participation in the competition was purely a hobby, but he didn't expect to easily win the championship with a casual competition.

He has always disdained to be interviewed by reporters, nor has he disdained to show his true face in front of the camera.

This is the first time that I have been surrounded by reporters, and I don't need to think about it to know whose handwriting.

He stared at Dong Yao next to him, and his eyebrows increased a little angry, "This is the trouble you caused, solve it yourself." ”

After speaking, he directly threw the helmet into Dong Yao's arms, turned around and walked quickly to the backstage.

"Little brother!"