The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

Daylight broke, and Feige woke up.

"Ah, another beautiful day has begun."

Feige left the hotel and went to find breakfast.

She went to a noodle shop and ordered a bowl of knife-cut noodles.

After finishing his noodles, he left the money on the table and left.

Not long after we walked, we saw an advertisement for a motorcycle race with a prize of 50 yuan.

"Ah, we have work to do."

"Master, you don't have a motorcycle," Wu Tang reminded him.

"Give me directions to buy a new car."

Upon arriving at the motorcycle flagship store, Feige bought a newly released limited edition motorcycle. The salesperson said that this motorcycle was one of a kind in the world, and this was the only one. Feige bought it without hesitation, and of course, Wutang paid for it.

They arrived at the competition venue on motorcycles.

"Master, there's someone behind each of those competitions."

Feige ignored it and drove over.

Then the security guard stopped her, saying that the competition required two people this time and the rules had changed.

Feige came out and then released Qin Feng.

"Fengzi, sit tight, let's have a race."

The familiar voice, the familiar tune—Qin Feng smiled.

He got on the motorcycle, put his arm around Feige's waist, and smiled.

Seeing that someone was sitting behind Feige, the security guard let her in.

The match started exactly at 1:0 AM.

"Fengzi, we're going to get first place, so sit tight."

"it is good"

Qin Feng wrapped his arms around Fei Ge's waist, really tightly, extremely tightly. Fei Ge was focused on the competition and didn't notice.

The host started shouting.

"Contestants, get ready! The competition begins. I'll count down: three, two, one, go!"

Feige sped off on his motorcycle.

The wind was whistling in my ears.

People watching TV were no longer calm.

"See that girl who fell down? She's back for the competition. That's quite courageous!"

"These young people nowadays are willing to risk their lives for money."

"Sigh, young people these days."

……

Feige ran with increasing joy; she found it fun.

"Fengzi, how was it? First time riding this thing?"

"pretty good"

"Ah"

Suddenly, a voice cried out, "Master, someone is following us!"

Wutang reminds you,

Feige started accelerating again, faster and faster, until he left the others behind.

"Look, she's back again."

"My God, it really is her! She's really not afraid of death!"

"It was thrown so far, yet it came back so quickly!"

"Sigh, you said it was so far, how did she come back unharmed? Even by plane it would take half a day, and she only threw it away last night."

“It’s so weird”

Do you think she might come looking for revenge?

"If she knew we treated her like this, she would definitely explode."

Not only them, but even the original owner's fiancé felt ashamed and cold. His clothes were already soaked with sweat, and as he watched the girl in the competition, his heart was filled with uncontrollable madness.

"Ah, why aren't you dead yet? Why aren't you dead yet? You bitch, how can you still not die after all this time?"

……

"Dear drivers, there are three laps left. The race countdown has begun."

"Master, 3 minutes countdown, one lap of rice,"

"No problem, watch me."

Feige had had enough fun, and in a flash, she reached the finish line.

The host stared at Fei Ge, dumbfounded.

"Aren't you the athlete who fell last time?"

Yes, I'm back.

Congratulations, you've come in first place!

"Thank you"

The 3 minutes were up, and all the players were back.

"I now announce that the first place winner is contestant number 12."

Feige left happily with the 50 yuan prize money.

Not long after they left, a dozen or so men rushed over.

Leave the money, and I'll spare your life.

Those people looked at Fei Ge with disdain.

"Master, they're trying to rob us!"

"What, you lost the game and now you're coming to cause trouble for me?"

"Leave the money behind,"

Looking at them, Feige was excited; it had been a long time since he had been in a group fight.

"We can give you the money, but can you tell me who sent you?"

Why ask so many questions? It's a waste of time.

"Go! Grab the money!"

Then a group of people rushed over.

Feige was about to start a fight when Qin Feng grabbed her hand. "Be good, I'll handle this."

Then, Feige stopped moving.

Qin Feng rushed over, and in a moment, those people collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

"Let's go, you bunch of trash."

Qin Feng got on the motorcycle, and Fei Ge stepped on the gas, and a gust of wind whistled past.

Of course, this scene was also sent to the original owner's fiancé by someone with ulterior motives.

"Ah, you bitch! Who is he? Who is he? How dare you betray me? How dare you!"

After a long while, the man took his phone out of his pocket and dialed the number he never wanted to call.

Feige answered the phone, "Who is it?"

"You bastard, how dare you betray me! Who is he?"

"Master, the original owner's fiancé..."

Feige smiled.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Your whole family are scumbags, you son of a bitch! You're a scumbag too, you have no shame!"

Feige hung up the phone after she finished cursing.

Qin Feng came out of the shower and looked at the fuming Fei Ge.

"What's wrong"

"Come here," Fei Ge beckoned.

Qin Feng walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Come on, let me tell you, this is how it happened..."

Feige told Qin Feng everything. Qin Feng was speechless. If you didn't like it, you could just break off the engagement. Why did you have to kill someone?

"What do you want?" Qin Feng asked Fei Ge.

"Of course, things will be the same as usual. Remember, you're my boyfriend now. Come on, let's go home."

"it is good"

Qin Feng smiled; it was a sweet, very sweet smile.