Ji Changning is worthy of being a professional rider, and under her explanation, Jiang Cen found that he only knew a little about locomotives, and even only understood the basic principles of motorization.

She took Jiang Cen to run a few laps on the track, and after not thinking about the speed limit, Jiang Cen directly soared to more than 200 km/h.

The first time I experienced the thrill of this kind of extreme speed racing, there was really a sense of excitement beyond life and death, which made the trouble that had been pressing on Jiang Cen's heart suddenly seem to be worthless.

Those who go to special areas are killed by explosions, and those who go to special places are not fully dead.

Jiang Cen suddenly brightened up in an instant, and he became free and easy.

Since it is an unpredictable future, she spends her mind thinking about it and guessing, what is the use except for adding to her troubles, why not enjoy the present moment and put her limited life into something more meaningful.

When Ji Changning answered the phone and left, Jiang Cen ran two laps in the race by himself, and finally got the happy hiss of the Kawasaki H2 that released his nature, and the sound of the engine turning made Jiang Cen happy.

After Jiang Cen finished enjoying himself, he rode out of the arena on a motorcycle, and saw Song Wenyang waiting at the exit at first sight.

He was alone, and it was rare that there were no beautiful women around him, and the expression of waiting impatiently when he saw her was immediately replaced by a smiling face.

"You've kept me waiting for two hours!"

"Did I ask Song Dashao to wait?" Jiang Cen said perfunctorily with a smirk.

Song Wenyang saw that Jiang Cen was leaving, and he didn't mean to stay at all, the corners of his lips rose, and he shouted: "Speaking of which, I still have some fate with the big star, but I didn't expect to meet again." ”

Jiang Cen's eyelids jumped, and she saw the clue from Song Wenyang's playful gaze, and she knew that Song Wenyang must have recognized her.

Jiang Cen sneered: "What, Song Dashao wants to experience the taste of sleeping in the arena?" ”

Song Wenyang laughed in a low voice, laughing happily, "It's really you, I didn't expect it, it turns out that you are also a member of the Dujiang Mansion, and I knew that I wouldn't bring my own female companion." ”

Song Wenyang got closer, and whispered with bewitchment: "It's just the two of us this time, what do you think?" ”

The corners of Jiang Cen's eyebrows twitched, but he said quietly: "Okay, it's good for Song Dashao to find a place, it's best to have a bed." ”

Song Wenyang's heart was beating wildly, Rao was among thousands of flowers, and I have to say that Jiang Cen's pure face is really seductive.

"The top floor of the club is my private residence"

Jiang Cen tilted his head, and his eyes motioned for Song Wenyang to lead the way.

The speed club was originally a barren mountain, because it was too far away from the city and there were no good attractions around, the Song Group had a land planning permit, but there was no good idea, so it was idle until it was used by Song Wenyang to build a motorcycle club.

The club is not small in size, with all the facilities inside, and although it is not as large as a five-star hotel, it is not far behind.

Song Wenyang took Jiang Cen to the private area on the top floor, and as soon as the elevator door was closed, Song Wenyang deceived himself and imprisoned Jiang Cen by the door.

Song Wenyang approached Jiang Cen's ear, and the sound of heavy breathing sprayed on her neck, which was an uncontrollable look.

"Jiang Cen, let's have something special!"

Jiang Cen resisted the urge to vomit, slowly raised her right hand, and she responded: "Okay! Have some fun. ”

Song Wenyang's eyes were shining, and as soon as he wanted to lower his head and kiss Jiang Cen, he felt a pain in the back of his neck, and Jiang Cen's face in front of him was spinning for a while, and the familiar feeling of dizziness hit.

"Boom!" Song Wenyang fell to the ground in response.

Jiang Cen immediately jumped away, as if he was staying away from the source of some infectious disease, and Song Wenyang was unwilling to help him even if he was lying on the ground.

"Grass, the spicy chicken with the sperm on the brain, wilt early!"

Jiang Cen took out Song Wenyang's mobile phone from his trouser pocket and unlocked it with his fingerprint.

Song Wenyang, as the owner of the Speed Club, is a gentleman like Cui Junlin, so he must have Cui Junlin's contact information.

Jiang Cen changed his plan when Song Wenyang came to the door, instead of waiting for Cui Junlin to appear here, it was better to use Song Wenyang directly to come faster.

Sure enough, Jiang Cen found Cui Junlin in Song Wenyang's WeChat, and even found that there was a private group for fun between them, all of which were real-named, and almost all of them were some sons and daughters in Beijing with heads and faces.

Jiang Cen used her mobile phone to take pictures of everyone's names, and then began to search for Cui Junlin's group chat messages, and she found that Cui Junlin's recent chat history stopped in the early morning of December 3, the day before He Xiaoxue's death.

The content is:

[Brothers, tomorrow night the old place, the old rules, the new desserts, come to the private chat. 】

【What dessert?】 Evil smile (emote)】

[Vigo recommended, absolutely sweet enough]

[You have to taste it to know, private chat]

Jiang Cen grinded his back molars and continued to scroll up the chat history, Cui Junlin's speech was not a good thing nine times out of ten, and the words that appeared most in his words were words such as "new desserts", "popular desserts", "fresh desserts" and a pimp named "Vigo".

Jiang Cen understands that it should be a little star who is somewhat famous in the entertainment industry, or a newcomer like He Xiaoxue who has not yet debuted is called dessert.

There are not many famous female stars in Fanxing Entertainment, with the frequency of this word, Jiang Cen doesn't think that this person called "Wei Ge" is one of Zhou Hongyu or Liang Yu, but if it weren't for these two people, who would be able to contact so many female stars frequently.

Or even convince them to accept the unspoken rules?

Jiang Cen didn't find the computer, so he couldn't back up all the chat history, so he could only take pictures of the conversations related to Cui Junlin page by page.

Song Wenyang has the habit of cleaning up the cache regularly, and the chat history of this private group is only in August this year, and the initial chat history can no longer be refreshed when it stays on August 10.

Wang Xiao: [Brothers, have you heard, Duan Yuyu was stabbed! ] 】

Cui Junlin: [Are you dead? 】

Wang Xiao: [That kid has a big life, he didn't die, grass, the murderer is really useless]

Song Wenyang: [You kid has a grudge against Duan Yuyu? 】

Wang Xiao: [Brother Yang, you don't ask, who in our circle has no enmity with him!] 】

Song Wenyang: [I didn't have it]

Wang Xiao: [That's your dad doesn't care about you]

Wang Xiao: [I'm sorry, Brother Yang, I didn't mean to]

Song Wenyang: [What is there to apologize for, the whole city of Beijing knows that I am an illegitimate child, and my son really doesn't care about me. 】

Wang Xiao: [Hehe, no matter how you are, you see that we all grew up in the shadow of Duan Jiyu. 】

Luo Dian: [Yes, that product doesn't like to associate with us since he was a child, look at us like stinky mice, really special can pretend]

Wang Xiao: [No way, who makes the family look like a rich second generation, but in fact, the same bad habits are not touched, and he still plays a top-notch identity, my dad compares him every time he beats me, Made! ] 】