Nie Zhao hunched his shoulders and continued to smoke the cigarette, and he saw Zhao Rui standing in the distance, holding the medicine in his hand, presumably to give it to Li Ye.

Nie Zhao ignored him, turned his head and was about to leave, but was stopped by Zhao Rui again.

"Nie Zhao, you ...... Don't play with this. ”

Nie Zhao tilted his head to look at him, frowning: "What?" ”

Zhao Rui just stared at her face, she was wearing makeup, extremely gorgeous and beautiful, a hundred times more vivid than usual at school, this dress was also extremely enchanting and mature, she knew which inch of her body was beautiful and beautiful, and she was not stingy to show off the scenery.

When Nie Zhao was in high school in the Taiwan Strait, she was the target of countless people, and those people were willing to mingle with her not because she was rich and powerful, but simply because she was beautiful and beautiful enough, and seemed to stand with her with great spirits.

Although she was so discredited, the scolding on the Internet was unsightly, and she was ostracized by everyone, and some people came to her desperately, regardless of the consequences, and took this opportunity to get her little favor, Li Ye was even one.

For a few moments, Zhao Rui was right, she was indeed a princess, and she did not live in the palace hall, which could be betrayed by the guards, and lived in a dilapidated building cleaned up by a group of ruffians and hooligans.

"Are you overly controlled?" Nie Zhao chuckled.

She didn't say a word when she was bullied by his people at school.

Zhao Rui sighed heavily: "You, when the time comes, when Ma Quan comes out, I will tell him, you apologize to him-"

Nie Zhao's gaze crossed him and saw Jin Zhuoqi who was about to come over to smoke not far behind him, followed by Fu Kun and a few other boys.

This bar is just a smoking area, and the chance of running into it is almost 100%.

Yu Guang noticed that the boy had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and approached Jin Zhuoqi to say something, just when Li Ye was about to kiss her, the boy came out of the toilet and glanced at the two of them, and he didn't have to guess to know that he was probably telling Jin Zhuoqi that the couple kissing at the door of the toilet was her.

Nie Zhao raised his lips and looked at Zhao Rui, took a few steps to his side, and lowered his voice:

"Didn't you say that I couldn't take refuge in him?"

She regarded Zhaorui as a friend, a serious friend, she would never make a sincere friend, perhaps because of the kindness of that umbrella, she came to a strange place, and received this umbrella in a dark night when she was blind, so she was defenseless against Zhaorui from the first sight, so after Jin Zhuoqi pushed her off the bus for the first time, she was just like Ge Yuankai and played with Zhaorui.

But after she was pushed out by Ma Quan, what did Zhaorui do?

After telling Ma Quan that Luo Xiao's younger brother Luo Yuxun liked her, he stood by and watched Ma Quan treat her as cannon fodder, and then hypocritically asked her not to come, and watched her being beaten like a dog that couldn't get up.

Does he think she should be grateful to Dade for those bottles of expired medicine?

Nie Zhao felt that people like Zhaorui were very hypocritical, and she even compared him with Ge Yuankai.

She likes extreme love, likes to maintain forever, and likes the most loyal ones.

Zhaorui is like this, she would rather be hostile than not.

Passing past him, Nie Zhao walked straight towards Jin Zhuoqi, and several people next to him who were still unknown glanced at each other, with an inexplicable smile in their eyes.

Nie Zhao stood in front of him, glanced behind him again, as if provocatively, turned his head and tilted his chin, a pair of black and white eyes stared at Jin Zhuoqi, and then tiptoed slightly and kissed the corner of Jin Zhuoqi's mouth.

It was a very light kiss, and she didn't even dare to use her arms to hook his neck, but she stood trembling and unsteady and kissed him.

It was cold, like a lip flap touching a piece of ice. Nie Zhao's eyelashes trembled and he thought.

Is it all like this?

"it." The boy stepped back.

"What's going on?"

"Our Zhuo Ye is very charming."

The person next to him laughed and said, "I just said that there is nothing that I can't soak in Zhuo Ye." ”

He doesn't even need to take the initiative, there are all kinds of girls coming over and sticking upside down while people are standing, even Nie Zhao's kind is no exception.

Only Fu Kun next to him was suddenly shocked.

Nie Zhao was using Jin Zhuoqi to let them know that she was Jin Zhuoqi's person.

But there are two things that Jin Zhuoqi hates the most in his life.

First, no-show. Second, utilization.

Jin Zhuoqi was holding his pocket in one hand, holding a black box double-explosion Marlboro and a Cartier leather-faced lighter in his hand, standing leisurely and lazily, being kissed, his face did not fluctuate, and he looked down at Nie Zhao tiptoeing with some difficulty, and he didn't even lower his head a bit.

He was like a master, sharp, cold, unmoved by anything, with absolute control.

It is the calmness and calmness that a teenager of this age has never felt before.

His gaze fell on Zhao Rui behind Nie Zhao, Jin Zhuoqi slightly hooked the corners of his lips, his broad palm shackled the girl's slender neck, and moved away from his own body, his eyes moved to her overly lively face, with a thin calloused palm print rubbing against the protruding blood vessels on her neck due to alcohol fermentation, and slowly increasing the force under his fingers, without giving the slightest face.

"Did you kiss it?"

Nie Zhao shook his head: "No." ”

"Gone." He turned and walked out.

Nie Zhao followed.

Chapter 16

Out of the door of the bar, in June, the evening breeze was hot, the wind was blowing, the long hair brushed over the shoulders and fell on the back, the wind was a little strong, Nie Zhao grabbed the long hair, her bangs were a little long, she didn't want to keep them, and then leaned back, revealing her whole clear face.

He walked out first, Nie Zhao followed two steps behind, he was very tall, facing the street lamp at the door, and the figure pulled down enveloped her completely.

Nie Zhao followed behind him and stared at his back, I don't know why, I suddenly felt a little afraid of him, the rhetorical question he just asked was low, it was definitely not a simple question.

Maybe it was because of the strong oppressive force that his whole person brought to people, and the arrogant and cold aura on his body, or maybe she was already at a disadvantage in front of him, and the debt to him put her in an extremely low position, this kind of realization made her suddenly a little breathless.

The man in front of her suddenly turned, and her left shoulder was suddenly pressed by a palm, and with great force, her finger bones controlled her shoulders and pushed her back, and her legs staggered against the wall, and the bones of her bare back collided as if they were shattered in that thin layer of skin.

She subconsciously let out a muffled snort when she was hit, held back, raised her head and looked at him silently.

Jin Zhuoqi lowered his head slightly, his face was sunk in the shadows, his eyes were so dark that he couldn't see the bottom, and the magnetic and somewhat cool voice in his ears was clear in his ears.

"Nie Zhao, don't use your skills on me."

Her skills.

What are you capable of?

Or kissing a guy you've met twice at the toilet door, as it says on the Internet?

Her shoulders were about to be crushed by the weight of his heavier hand, and the pain made her unconsciously lean to the side, frowning, her expression already dyed with the meaning of begging for mercy, but her lips tightened and remained silent.

It lasted for more than ten seconds, Jin Zhuoqi bent over slightly, his fingers clasped her wrists, and pulled the person to turn around and strode towards the motorcycle at the door, Nie Zhao couldn't keep up with his steps behind him at all, and he almost fell down after walking a few steps without keeping up with the speed, he still dragged her into the car without turning a deaf ear.

Before she could stand still, a helmet was thrown in front of her, and the hardness of the helmet hurt her hands.

Eyes fell on this motorcycle, the Kawasaki H2, not the one last time I went to the tattoo parlor.

"Get in the car."

Nie Zhao put on his helmet and sat in the back seat, still clutching the side as tightly as last time, not directly clinging to Jin Zhuoqi.

Nie Zhao could not see the speed of the motorcycle from this direction, only knew that the motorcycle could not exceed 80km/h, and the speed of the motorcycle in the race was 299km/h, so the high speed of life and death was in an instant.

There was only a buzzing sound in my ears, and it was very deafening even through a helmet.

The car sped off to another unfamiliar place and arrived at its destination after more than an hour.

The motorcycle was parked at the door at random, Nie Zhao realized that he was probably going to race, and looked back at the motorcycle, probably a strange and dark place that made people subconsciously feel dangerous, Nie Zhao hurriedly followed Jin Zhuoqi's footsteps.

Walking all the way to the garage, a uniformed waitress next to him read the card he handed over and handed Jin Zhuoqi the keys to one of the cars.

He took it, pressed it, and a car honked in the huge garage.

The garage covers an area of 1,000 square meters, and all kinds of racing cars are parked in it, and the white lights above the head illuminate every car here clearly, and the black cold and hard texture emits dazzling lines of light in the light, and Nie Zhao only feels dazzled when he sweeps over.

Jin Zhuoqi is familiar with the way, it shouldn't be the first time to come.

She hurriedly followed Jin Zhuoqi's footsteps, and when she saw him get into a pure black S-class AMG, she stood next to the door and hesitated for a second.

Is she going up?

Before she could come up with a reason, the windows were slowly pulled down.

"Stunned for what? Get in. Jin Zhuoqi plugged in the key and rested his elbow against the steering wheel.

There is also a shallow echo in the speech, which seems a little empty.

Nie Zhao instantly opened the car door and got into the car, sat in the co-pilot, and before she could fasten her seat belt, the car was driven out.

"Where are you going? Are you going to participate in any competitions? ”

Jin Zhuoqi rarely has the heart to take care of her.

"Yes."

"I'm going to be in the car, right?"

"What, scared?" Jin Zhuoqi glanced at her.

Nie Zhao shook his head.

"Nope."

CS Circuit, the track is 5.87 kilometers long, the race is 305.47 kilometers long, the track has a total of 17 turning points, and finally encloses a zigzag closed loop, and there are several large circle bends in the middle, but almost no one will choose to overtake with another track, the distance is too long, as long as it falls on the outer ring, it is equivalent to announcing the withdrawal of the race.

In the first two months, the organizers officially announced that the competition will be held in about a week, with a total of 20 cars per team and more than 100 drivers from all major provinces.

When they arrived at the scene, there were already several cars parked at the starting point, among which several men in jackets were standing next to them hooking the keys and smiling and exchanging something, when they saw Jin Zhuoqi coming over, they raised their hands and said hello.

"Zhuo, why did you go so slowly?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes fell on a girl standing next to him, and his eyes were a little surprised: "Yo, you brought the girl here." ”

Jin Zhuoqi raised his eyebrows: "Can't you?" ”

When he said this, the man was even more surprised: "You want to take her to the game?" ”

"Yes."

The man glanced at the girl, who was about the same age as Jin Zhuoqi, and she looked quite beautiful, not unlike the little cutie he had met by chance before, this girl looked cold and cool, just standing beside him and not saying a word.

"Well, of course there are no rules in the game."

The man smiled, with a slight mockery of contempt: "However, racing cars are about speed, and there is no such thing as a match between men and women." ”

Jin Zhuoqi's eyes were raised, his fingers hooked the car keys, and his tone was quite calm, but he couldn't suppress his frivolity.

"Do you want to compare?"