Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

The delicate atmosphere between the three of them was really weird, Lan Yu smiled gently and handed the skewers to Lan Mo.

"You can eat too, go back early tomorrow, so as not to worry your parents."

Lan Mo took it in his hand and didn't eat it. From the corner of the eye, he glanced at Shen Moling vaguely, and said to his brother: "I'm already this old, why do they worry about it? Besides, our company is holding an anniversary celebration." I just came, and there will be a show on the beach over there later, do you want to go and see it?"

"What program, why don't I know?" Lan Yu looked at her suspiciously.

Lan Mo said with a smile: "Father has already entrusted me with this part of the matter, so I will be the sole agent for this event. Do you really think I'm here to play?"

"What activity?" Lan Yu asked.

Lan Mo pointed to the resort hotel not far behind: "It will be held in the square behind the hotel. The racing competition will be held. The person who wins No. 1 will receive a grand prize of 100 million and a free stay in the hotel for one year."

"The prize is so rich?" Angeli asked curiously.

"Because it's a mountain race, it's more difficult, so the prizes should be attractive." Lan Mo explained.

"Is that so, eh? Mo Ling, haven't you always loved racing cars a few years ago?" Angeli suddenly remembered that she had seen a world-class top racing car at Shen's house, so she asked.

"..." Shen Moling didn't answer, but his face darkened, with a look of solemnity in his eyes.

"It's because of my elder brother." Murong Zichun didn't know when he came back, his hair seemed to have just been blown dry, and he rushed here without a final shape, and instead of a cynical smile on his face, he became serious.

"That's right, since Brother Zihao's accident, Mo Ling, you really haven't touched a racing car again." Lan Mo looked at Shen Moling with emotion, his face full of regret.

"Lan Mo!" Lan Yu glared at her, signaling her not to talk nonsense.

"I'm not wrong..." Lan Mo glanced at Lan Yu dissatisfied, and lowered his head to fiddle with the barbecue in his hand.

"Shen Moling, back then my brother lost to you and lost both his legs. Today, I want to win it back for him, do you dare to accept the challenge?" Murong Zichun pointed at the expressionless man sitting there, his eyes full of tears. It is frivolous and disdainful.

"Not interested." Shen Moling didn't even lift his eyelids, staring at the oven in a daze.

"Hmph, aren't you afraid?" Murong Zichun sarcastically tried to use aggressive methods, but the other party didn't seem to hear him and ignored him at all.

Wen Wan looked at Shen Moling curiously, the interweaving of the moonlight and the sea lined his perfect side face, and the sea breeze blew over the broken hair on his forehead. He was very handsome, but added a touch of melancholy that he didn't usually have.

"Chenxi, you seem to like racing cars very much, do you want to try?" She turned around and asked with a sudden smile.

"Okay, if I win the competition, I'll give you all the prize money as a birthday present, okay?" Ye Chenxi nodded in agreement.

"My birthday! If you don't mention this, I'll forget about it." Only then did Wen Wan remember that next Saturday is her 25th birthday.

"If Mr. Ye wants to participate in the competition, I want to try it too. I wonder if I can participate?" Angeli suddenly became interested.

"Of course, women can also participate." Lan Mo nodded, then looked at Wen Wan again, "Why don't Miss Wen come along?"

"Me?" Wen Wan was startled, looked at Lan Mo, a sneer flashed in her eyes, and sneered at the corner of her mouth, "If Miss Lan also participates, I am willing to accompany you."