Be careful! The young mistress is back with a crow's mouth

"I didn't expect that Mr. Shang actually likes this kind of exciting activity."

"Shi Li wants to come."

Shang Tingzhou explained in a cold voice.

Qiao Jintang had no doubts and stared at the referee who was already in place in front of him with some excitement, "Is it about to start?"

"Well, sit tight, ma'am."

As soon as the flag in the referee's hand fell, accompanied by a deafening roar, several cars rushed out like arrows.

Shang Tingzhou held the steering wheel steadily, occasionally paying attention to the situation of Qiao Jintang beside him.

He didn't drive very fast and always stayed in third place, but the two cars in front started to compete with each other.

"Drive faster, do you want to be the third place forever?"

Qiao Jintang tightened the seat belt and urged.

His eyes drifted towards her. Seeing that Qiao Jintang didn't feel any discomfort, Shang Tingzhou stepped on the accelerator and said, "Madam, if you feel like vomiting, you can tell me."

"You're not pregnant, so why are you vomiting? Go ahead. I'm not some delicate, weak woman."

The next second, Qiao Jintang clearly felt that the car was speeding up. There were many bends, but Shang Tingzhou remained calm and controlled his steering wheel.

The wheels made a harsh sound when rubbing against the ground, and my heart almost jumped into my throat every time I drifted.

Qiao Jintang opened his mouth and cheered, "Wow! You are a really good driver!"

The staff of the on-site program crew had forgotten the work at hand. The photographer fixed the camera on the tripod and ran to the roadside with others to cheer.

At this moment, the number of people watching Qiao Jintang's live broadcast room has exceeded 10 million.

[Fuck, the camera is so shaky that I feel like vomiting. ]

[The photographer in the split screen, please stop doing that. Did you lose your camera while watching the game? ]

[Is my sister Qiao's microphone broken? Why can't I hear any sound at all? 】

[It is the first day of the new year. I never thought that one day I would be able to watch the big guys racing in the live broadcast room. Thank you Sister Qiao for making it happen. ]

Shang Tingzhou is already ranked second, just a stone's throw away from the first place.

He was not panicked at all and even started chatting with Qiao Jintang.

"Madam was bullied in the pet store today?"

"Who dares to bully me? Wow Shang Tingzhou, drive faster, let's surpass the first place!"

Shang Tingzhou didn't answer and continued to drive at the same speed.

The race consisted of ten laps in total. By the eighth lap, Qiao Jintang finally felt unwell.

Looking at the buildings flying backwards rapidly in front of him, every time he reached a drift point, Qiao Jintang felt like vomiting all the food he had eaten the night before.

But she had a very delicious meal yesterday, a full banquet of real delicacies from land and sea.

Noticing her abnormality, Shang Tingzhou slowed down the car slightly, "Madam, are you okay?"

"Not very good."

Qiao Jintang never does anything to mistreat himself. If it’s not good, it’s not good.

"As expected, you ordinary people are not worthy of racing. I am going to vomit."

She covered her mouth and her face turned pale.

Shang Tingzhou suddenly slammed on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road. It was already the last lap, and the people behind were trying their best to rush up.

But in the blink of an eye, he was at the end.

Qiao Jintang frowned, "What are you doing?"

"It's just a meaningless game. It doesn't matter if you lose. If you feel like vomiting, there's a bathroom in front."

Qiao Jintang really felt like vomiting, so he didn't answer and rushed to the bathroom.

She felt like her stomach was dancing inside her body.

Staring at her back, Shang Tingzhou leaned against the front of the car. Suddenly he thought of something and turned his head to look at the GoPro placed on the passenger seat.

At this moment, the live broadcast room became lively again.

[What's going on? Has my sister Qiao finally been unable to hold back and gone to vomit? ]

[Hey, photographer brother, dear brother, please stop looking and quickly pick up your camera and take us to find Qiao Jintang! ]

【From Sister Qiao’s perspective, she must have left her camera in the car, and she must have fainted.】

Qiao Jintang didn't vomit it out. Instead, he ran to the vending machine, bought a bottle of water and drank it all in one gulp. His head, which was about to explode, finally felt better.

No matter how happy and excited she was before, she feels so sad and regretful now.

Damn it, I won’t ride in a racing car even if you pay me from now on.

I won’t take a seat for less than one million!

As soon as the two returned to the terminal, other people also arrived. The director and the photographer almost rolled out of the car, and with the help of the staff, they held onto the trash can and started vomiting.

Qiao Jintang moved away, but the smell was coming over her and she felt like vomiting.

Shang Tingzhou brought over a glass of diluted lemonade and said, "Drink some first. Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Qiao Jintang's brows were furrowed and her eyes were filled with tears. She covered her chest and nodded uncomfortably.

Shang Tingzhou gave up the competition and did not participate in the ranking. In the end, Shang Yan won first place, Shen Yu second, and as expected, Shang Shili was at the bottom.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, all the guests and ordinary people gathered in the TV station studio.

After everyone had arrived, Qiao Jintang finally arrived.

The studio was decorated with a particularly festive atmosphere, and there was even a hot pot placed in the center.

"My little fairy, it feels like a long time since we last met. Did you receive the New Year's red envelope I sent you?"

Tang Song turned into a dog-licker in an instant, pulling out the chair next to him and waiting for Qiao Jintang to sit down. He also helped her pick up some mutton for her, "This tastes good, eat more, little fairy, you look so thin."

Almost all of the amateurs present were fans of Tang Song. Seeing their idol acting like a bootlicker up close, they inexplicably felt a little embarrassed.

Not only is he ugly, he also has a handsome face that is so infuriating that it makes both humans and gods angry.

Qiao Jintang was really hungry and ate voraciously.

"Except Jintang, everyone successfully completed the task..."

The host Yang Xiao appeared at the right time. Qiao Jintang had just seen him at the Spring Festival Gala last night, but he didn't expect to meet him in person today.

I have to say, he is really dedicated and deserves to be the face of Kyoto TV.

Yang Xiao and Wu Han are both highly educated and intelligent talents in the hosting industry. They both have a good reputation and the number of their fans is no less than those of first-line stars.

He first said a blessing that Qiao Jintang felt he would never be able to reach in his lifetime.

Yang Xiao continued, "Today's hot pot is not for nothing. There are tens of millions of viewers watching in the live broadcast room. Our guests must present a show. Only when the friends in the live broadcast room think it's passed can you continue to eat."

Qiao Jintang suddenly felt that the mutton hotpot in the bowl was no longer fragrant.

She raised her hand and said weakly, "Um, Teacher Yang, can I choose not to eat?"

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and the studio became quiet during these few seconds.

Yang Xiao stared at the greasy bowl in front of Qiao Jintang and winked at her, "But Jintang has already eaten!"

Okay, okay, it’s just a performance. I can do everything.

"I know everyone wants to see Jintang dance the dance from 'The Tower of Chaoge' again. I wonder if you can..."

No. After Yang Xiao finished speaking, Qiao Jintang shook his head decisively and refused: "No, I'm cursed. I have selective amnesia now."

Yang Xiao's mouth twitched fiercely, "Well, excuse me, who cursed you?"

Qiao Jintang blinked, "Tang Xiaoqiao!"