Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

"Okay, I'm happy to stay with you to the end!" Lan Mo's tone gradually became more serious, looking at her gentle eyes overflowing with strong prey.

Shen Moling glanced at Lan Mo coldly, got up and took Wen Wan into his arms, and said coldly: "You can participate by yourself, she won't go."

"Shen Moling, who made you decide for me? I want to participate, and I want to win!" Wen Wan pushed him away unconvinced.

"If you participate, then I will too." Shen Moling's tone was firm and could not be refused.

"It's up to you." Wen Wan didn't bother to pay attention to him, she turned around and walked to Ye Chenxi, "Let's go over and have a look."

"Ah."

A group of people walked towards the hotel, and before entering the square, they could already hear the explosive music and voices inside.

On the large circular square, in the center is a large rhombus-shaped stage, on which there are singing and dancing performances, and a dozen racing cars are heard beside the stage, which should be prepared for the competition.

Seven men and women with outstanding temperament and extraordinary appearance walked into the square, and immediately attracted a lot of attention. The singing and dancing on the stage had just finished. The host said a few words, and the registration and screening began.

In the end, [-] people were selected, and because of Lan Mo's rights, Wen Wan and his party entered the competition directly.

"If you can't do it, don't be brave." Shen Moling grabbed Wen Wan who was about to put on her racing suit, with a serious expression on her face.

"Brave? Shen Moling, are you questioning me?" Wen Wan turned around and looked up at him with disdain in her eyes.

"I didn't question you, but mountain racing is very dangerous. If you haven't received professional training, it's best not to get involved. Lan Mo has studied with us since she was a child, so don't get angry with her." Shen Moling kindly persuaded.

"Are you saying that I'm an amateur, and I can't compare to you professional ones?" Wen Wan sneered. Although she had no professional training, she also followed Gu Yancheng in Country M back then to go racing in Area H. Driving skills are not new.

Especially today when she was going to compete with that woman in Lan Mo, how could she shrink back?

"I don't mean anything else, I just care about you." Shen Moling explained patiently.

"Thank you for your concern, I don't need it, you can take care of your own fiancée when you have time." Shaking off his hand, he turned and ran towards the locker room without looking back.

Seeing her leaving back, Shen Moling frowned solemnly, sighed helplessly, and had no choice but to turn around and walk towards the men's locker room.

The seven people put on their helmets, changed into their racing suits, and went to the official vehicles to stand up and get ready.

After announcing the rules, each of them got into the racing car, familiarized themselves with the controls in the car, and when they were all ready, the referee took his place. The sexy girl waving the flag stood in front of the winding road, with her back to the racing car.

With the flag raised high, the engines of the fifteen racing cars roared like thunder.

The flag finally fell like a gust of wind, and the fifteen racing cars rushed out of the starting point like bullets flying with lightning speed. In a blink of an eye, the taillights of each car disappeared into the darkness surrounding the mountains. ...

Fifteen people are all wearing earphones and intercoms, and they will notify each other in time if there is a situation.

"Wu'er, follow me. There is fog ahead and it's too dark. Let me help you clear the way for safety." Ye Chenxi's voice came from the earphones.

Before Wen Wan could speak, someone swept her with high beams in the left rearview mirror, and Shen Moling's deep voice came from the earphone again.

"Wanwan, I will follow you, don't worry."

Wen Wan was ashamed and slightly annoyed: "How can I compete with you one in front of the other? This is a racing car and not a train. Hurry up and get out of the way!"