"I'll give you a chance, do you choose to get out now, or wait until I beat you up, and then you get out?"

Qin Qi twisted his neck, his eyes under his sunglasses were cold and cold.

Ding Yue looked at Qin Qi in a daze.

Why is this tone so similar to Sister Qin?

"You ......"

Cheng Jiahao's face turned red.

In the preliminary race, Qin Qi's driving skills of '360-degree drift turning on a vertical ramp' made her famous.

There are a lot of people watching the drama around, and many of them are her fans.

They are all racing drivers, and they have always loved to coax:

"If it's a man, it's hard!"

"Come on, let's go straight to the fight!"

"He's just a thin dog, and I guess it's not enough for a punch."

In the crowd, Cheng Jiahao's face was as red as a monkey's ass.

He wanted to go on too.

The point is that you can't beat it......

Cheng Jiahao clenched into a fist with one hand, pretending:

"You're a woman, I'll let you do it once."

"Huh."

The people around immediately coaxed:

"That's it?"

"ANG, awesome!"

"What a special dish."

Cheng Jiahao gritted his teeth and quickened the pace of leaving.

A lot of force hit the lower back.

Syllable!

Cheng Jiahao fell face to the ground and fell into a.

The crowd laughed.

Qin Qi handsomely retracted his feet, met his angry gaze, and scratched his head innocently:

"Itchy feet, report a little."

Cheng Jiahao wiped the corners of his lips, and the back of his white hand was bright red blood.

His eyes were red, and he scolded:

"Slut! Your words don't count! ”

Qin Qi blinked.

On the back of the mask, the pink red lips are arrogant:

"I forgot to tell you, I'm a scholar."

He doesn't count if he speaks first.

I warned him last time.

Don't look for Ding Yue again.

Cheng Jiahao reluctantly got up and glared at Qin Qi, the hatred in his eyes was obvious:

"You wait, I'll bring someone over next time."

He turned around reluctantly.

Syllable!

Another kick.

Cheng Jiahao fell to the ground again, and he groaned.

He learned to be obedient this time, and after standing up, he took two steps backwards, and then he was unwilling:

"Why did you kick me again?"

Qin Qi blinked innocently:

"Nothing else, just trying to kick you."

Everyone: "......"

Grass.

ANG is easy to drag.

They love it.

After Cheng Jiahao got up, he didn't dare to force him any more.

He limped and walked out quickly.

Qin Qi looked at his back, and his voice was cold:

"A word of caution, don't say what you shouldn't say."

She was referring to her identity.

He should understand.

Cheng Jiahao paused, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.

Qin Qi twisted his head and looked lazily at Ding Yue, who was still stunned:

"Why don't you go back quickly? Come here less in the future. ”

There are quite a few scumbags in the racetrack.

She is a flower in a greenhouse, and she often comes to this kind of place, and she may meet a second Cheng Jiahao.

Ding Yue plucked up the courage to walk in front of Qin Qi and said cautiously:

"Are you Sister Qin?"

She didn't know that her words had brought a huge disaster to Qin Qi.

Qin Qi was surprised for a few seconds, and his eyes turned slightly.

It is worthy of the Ding family.

The sixth sense is accurate.

The last time she heard that Ding Chaoyang had been a prosecutor for ten years before choosing to engage in business.

Ding Yi was originally a detective.

Both jobs require a keen sixth sense and insight.

"My surname is Jiang, Jiang Liu."

Ding Yue was stunned, his eyes full of disappointment.

Ay.

It's that she thinks too much.

"Oh, thank you, Sixth Sister."

Qin Qifen's lips raised slightly: "I'll go first." ”

In the crowd of onlookers, a tall man watched the scene quietly.

He hung his hands and held a lit cigarette between his fingertips.

On the wrist of the right hand, there happens to be a blood phoenix tattoo.

After Qin Qi left, he picked up his mobile phone and directly dialed an encrypted mobile phone number.

Here, Qin Qi finished going to the bathroom and paced towards the main venue.

As soon as she sat back in her seat, she noticed an uninvited guest behind her.

Fu Ao didn't know when he came.

He clasped his hands around his chest and looked at Fu Mochen with a provocative expression.

The fair-skinned handsome face was even whiter because it had been closed for a week.

It's a little more crazy.

"Yo, I'm lame and still have the heart to watch the racing, or Fu Ye has leisure."

Fu Ao's voice has always been very loud, and the people around him turned around curiously.

Fu Mochen rubbed the Buddha beads for a moment, and his thin lips raised slightly:

"Seven days of confinement, you still haven't remembered it for long?"

When the words fell, the smile on Fu Ao's face froze.

After the auction, he returned to Kyoto the next day and privately begged the old man.

In the past, he made a mistake and lied to the old man, and this matter was over.

Unfortunately.

The old man is iron-hearted this time.

stunned and let the housekeeper stare at the small dark room where he had been locked up for seven days.

In the past, who in Kyoto didn't know that the old man's most spoiled grandson was Fu Mochen.

But he didn't expect that even if it happened a year ago.

Even if Fu Mochen is deprived of the position of heir.

The old man was still biased towards him as always.

Hate!

He was so jealous that he went crazy!

Xue Qi disdainfully nununed his mouth and snorted coldly:

"Some people don't forget who they are, they're just an adopted son, don't always covet something you don't deserve."

The Xue family is one of the four major families in Kyoto.

Xue Qi has been a medicine jar since he was a child, and he has been spoiled by his family until he grows up.

He doesn't need to think about anyone's feelings, and he always has something to say.

Fu Ao's gaze fell on Xue Qi, and his demonic Danfeng eyes narrowed dangerously.

Xue Qi?

Very good.

He remembered him.

"Xiao Qi."

Fu Mochen's voice was slightly deep, with a hint of warning.

Xue Qi pursed his lips and said dissatisfied:

"Brother Chen, what I said is the truth."

He had long been tired of Fu Ao.

It's just an adopted son.

Always troubles Brother Chen.

Why?

Fu Mochen pursed his lips, and his low-alcohol voice couldn't hear any emotion:

"Okay, that's enough."

Xue Qi reluctantly shut his mouth.

Fu Mochen's eyes narrowed slightly.

On the day his father took Fu Ao back to Fu's house, he solemnly explained to him:

You must treat Fu Ao like a younger brother.

If his father was the only one who explained this, he probably wouldn't have taken it to heart.

That's what his mother taught him.

Therefore, no matter how big the contradiction between him and Fu Ao is, he has never mentioned the word 'blood relationship'.

Fu Ao narrowed his eyes, and he snorted coldly disdainfully:

"Don't think you're like this, I'll thank you."

Fu Mochen snorted lightly:

"Your thanks are worthless to me."

Fu Ao hooked his lips, he walked in front of Fu Mochen in a few steps, and deliberately lowered his voice.

There was a bit of threat hidden in that sickly voice:

"I've heard that an organization has been looking for a girl recently."

"Coincidentally, the girl they are looking for is eight points similar to Qin Qi in terms of age, identity, and background."

"You say, should I hand over Qin Qi's personal information to that organization?"

Qin Qi's body stiffened slightly.

Fu Ao said the organization.

Is it the organization that was taken over after the mother's death?

Or is it something else?

Fu Mochen pursed his lips, his dark eyes were cold and seepping.

In the next second, he looked directly at Fu Ao:

"Fu Ao, what do you want?"