Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Hearing this, Fang Ran sat back down and said, "Thank you, but if you win, it's yours too."

As if feeling that the stakes weren't high enough, Song Yanzhi turned towards Ling Che and asked, "Mr. Ling, will you raise the price?"

Ling Che checked Qiao Ruyi's seat and seatbelt, then said with a smile, "Ten million is about right. I'm afraid you'll be too distressed."

Upon hearing this, Han Luochen stuck his head out of the car and laughed, "Young Master Ling, who are you looking down on?"

Ling Che raised his eyebrows, "I mean US dollars."

Ten million US dollars???

"Oh my god!" Song Yanzhi gritted his teeth, "That's cruel!"

Han Luochen took a deep breath and retracted his head, "It's you!"

When Song Xilan heard their bet, he felt like the sky was falling.

She wouldn't even dare to bet so big when playing Monopoly.

She looked up and shouted at the wealthy young masters, "Young masters, don't forget to pay more taxes and contribute more to the country!"

When these words were spoken, everyone laughed.

Qiao Ruyi looked at Ling Che in disbelief, "Ten million dollars for a car race???"

If I lose, it will be a shame.

Seeing how she cherished her money, Ling Che rubbed her head and said, "Don't worry, you won't lose."

"Everyone, the game is about to start!"

Four sports cars stood side by side at the starting point. Tang Ming waved a small flag and said, "Get ready!"

As soon as he gave the reminder, the people in the driver's seat adjusted their posture while holding the steering wheel.

The sports cars all started their engines, and roars filled the air all around.

After all, a bet of 10 million US dollars is a big piece of fat meat.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

Accompanied by a gunshot in the air, four sports cars rushed out like arrows!

At the start, the yellow Lamborghini took the lead and sped forward, followed closely by the black Bugatti.

The third car was a white Pagani. Han Luochen was whistling and steering leisurely.

The green Ferrari behind him was half a wheel away from him. Ou Zilin glanced calmly at Fang Ran's hands holding the steering wheel. Judging from her posture and calmness, she looked like a professional racing driver.

"Not bad, Miss Fang Ran!" Han Luochen smiled at the person in the driver's seat behind him while steering the wheel. "This technique is much better than Ou Zilin's!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the green Ferrari behind him accelerated instantly.

Fang Ran calmly held the steering wheel, lightly stepped on the accelerator, and suddenly overtook Han Luochen's car. Ou Zilin looked at her smooth movements and curled the corners of his mouth calmly.

A black and a yellow sports car were moving almost side by side in front. Qiao Ruyi sat in the passenger seat, watching Ling Che turning the steering wheel smoothly, with a faint smile on the corner of her lips. From time to time, she glanced at the yellow sports car next to her, and the smile in her eyes deepened.

Racing is one of his favorite sports. When he is racing, his body is shining, like a free cheetah.

"Ruyi!" Song Xilan greeted Qiao Ruyi excitedly, but the roar of the sports car was too loud and she couldn't hear what she said.

Song Xilan turned to Song Yanzhi and said, "Young Master Song, hurry up and step on the accelerator to overtake Ling Che!"

Just then, the road turned ahead.

Ling Che turned the steering wheel quickly, accelerated, and drifted along the curve, quickly overtaking the yellow sports car and widening the distance.

As the yellow sports car turned the corner, another green Ferrari caught up.

"Wow!" Song Xilan exclaimed when she saw the person in the driver's seat of the sports car. "Fang Ran can actually race cars! How cool is that!"

In the green Ferrari, Fang Ran turned around and smiled at Song Xilan, who quickly gave her a thumbs up.

The black Bugatti raced along, firmly in first place. The yellow Lamborghini and green Ferrari were neck and neck, each chasing the other. The white Pagani followed closely behind, trying to overtake.

We drove across the bridge and quickly entered the tunnel. On the wide road, several sports cars sped past, and dazzling lights lit up in the tunnel.

The last time when Qiao Ruyi was hiding from pursuit, he was hiding under the seat. He only felt that the car was going very fast, but he didn't see how fast it was.

Sitting in the passenger seat at this time, she could see with her own eyes the sports car rushing through the darkness of the tunnel ahead like a gust of wind. The lights on both sides flashed by like a phantom, so bright that she could not see anything except the road ahead.

The man in the driver's seat steered the wheel with ease, and from time to time he looked in the rearview mirror to see which car was catching up.

The man's slender and bony hands turned the steering wheel, a faint smile on his lips, and his eyes showed calmness and determination to win.

"Ling Che." Qiao Ruyi suddenly called out.

"Huh?" Ling Che turned to look at her, thinking that the car was going too fast and she was a little nervous, so he subconsciously slowed down. Then the yellow Lamborghini behind him found the opportunity to speed up and overtake.

As he passed by, Song Yanzhi tilted his head and smiled at this side.

Qiao Ruyi saw that Song Yanzhi's car had gone a long way ahead, and then a white Pagani caught up and was almost on par with their car.

Qiao Ruyi's eyes suddenly widened and she pointed ahead, "Ling Che, surpass them!"

Ling Che raised his eyebrows, stepped on the accelerator and accelerated instantly, leaving the white Pagani behind.

"What did you just yell at me to say?"

As he was speaking, Ling Che's car had already caught up with Song Yanzhi's car.

I thought racing was just for fun, but when it came to the actual competition, even though Qiao Ruyi was sitting in the passenger seat, he also felt the desire to win.

She was gazing at the distance between her car and the yellow sports car in front of her, and she said, "I just wanted to ask you, when did you start racing?"

It turns out that I wasn't afraid.

Ling Che stepped on the accelerator, constantly refreshing his speed, and then drifted and spun around a bend, quickly overtaking Song Yanzhi's car and regaining the first place.

"When?" Ling Che thought for a moment, "About eight or nine years old."

At that time, racing was one of his favorite sports because it was free and unrestrained. When holding the steering wheel, it seemed as if he could gallop through his life.

Elsewhere, Song Xilan watched the black sports car overtake them again, frowning, "Why does Ling Che always get ahead when turning?"

Song Yanzhi gripped the steering wheel and shrugged helplessly, "There's nothing I can do. His skills in overtaking on corners and drifting have won him championships in professional competitions."

As they were talking, the four sports cars had already completed their second lap.

With only one lap left, the black Bugatti was still in the lead, followed closely by the yellow Lamborghini, and the green Ferrari was half a car body ahead of the white Pagani, and they were refusing to give in to each other.

But when it was one-third of the way there, the green Ferrari suddenly slowed down and the Pagani quickly overtook it, jumping into third place.

Han Luochen drove past Ou Zilin's car as if he was asking for a beating. As he passed by him, he waved his hand provocatively.

“We’re almost at the finish line!”

Qiao Ruyi glanced at Song Yanzhi's car behind her. As long as Ling Che didn't slow down, he should be the first to reach the finish line.

She held her breath and watched the man with a smile on his lips as he sped towards the finish line.

With the sound of a gunshot at the finish line, the black sports car rushed through the darkness and crossed the finish line.

At the same time, Qiao Ruyi's head was suddenly grabbed by someone and twisted to the side. A pair of thin, cold lips pressed against her, with a hint of refreshing mint.

At the end of the track, Ling Che pulled her in for a long and gentle kiss.