Liu Zitao: "..."
The next day, Qiao Yimo and Su Zhe set off for City S. Dragon and Tiger are temporarily training in Country M, and will pick up the four little boys when school starts.
The time soon came a week later.
Qilin Circuit in S City.
The greetings in City B were the same as last time, with hundreds of people coming to cheer for them. More importantly, they all felt that Liu Zitao, the grandson of Liu Zitao, would lose miserably!
When he thought of this picture, he wanted to look up to the sky and laugh.
And Qiao Yimo, Leng Tien, Mo Jun and others also came to the scene.
Liu Zitao almost wanted to kneel to beg for mercy, and said in a panic: "Young Master Mo, this time we are going to lose again."
Qiao Yimo looked at his wrinkled face and wanted to laugh. She still vaguely remembered that Liu Zitao spoke ill of her at the Meiye Bar a week ago.
Say she is a liar?
Fortunately, she was secretly heard.
The opposite He Xiang came forward to provoke, "Oh, your S city really didn't get the shadow and night shadow?"
Everyone sarcastically said:
"I said that the night shadow and the dark shadow are turtles, and they didn't play at the critical moment!"
"Hey, I was originally a fan of Shadow Shadow, but I was disappointed not to play in the end!"
"Laughing to death, are you still fan of that turtle with a shrunken head? Why don't you look at our Master He."
"Yes, Master He will win!"
"Master He will win!"
At this moment, the morale of City B has greatly increased.
Liu Zitao clenched his fists and slammed back unconvinced.
"Even if they don't fight, I can beat you."
When the words fell, He Xiang smiled directly, pointing at Liu Zitao and raising his eyebrows disdainfully, "It's up to you?"
"Hahahaha, for today's battle, you just wait to be called Grandpa."
"City S is full of rubbish."
"Call Grandpa..."
At this moment, the host on the stage has already started to report for the game: the game has five minutes to start, please be prepared! "
Liu Zitao listened to the voice on the radio, his heart was ashamed.
Five minutes later, Liu Zitao and He Xiang flew off the track together.
"Master He, come on!"
He Xiang listened to the cheers of the audience, ignoring the car in front of him and bumped into him.
In this collision, Liu Zitao was completely stunned by the collision, and he frantically turned the steering wheel in a panic.
At this time, thick smoke had begun to appear from the rear of the silver sports car he was driving.
Qiao Yimo and Leng Juo in the audience laughed at the same time.
This laugh is definitely for Liu Zitao. If there is no accident, He Xiang will win the game within five minutes.
The silver sports car has no way to sprint.
In less than five minutes, Liu Zitao will definitely get off that car.
The audience in the audience said triumphantly: "It is impossible to win Master He. This Liu Zitao is destined to call us Grandpa."
Liu Zitao saw from the rearview mirror that his sports car had smoked, and he knew that the game was going to be cold.
After a while, He Xiang got out of the car.
This game is over, everything is as expected, Liu Zitao loses facelessly.
The word "miserable" is best described.
He Xiang licked his lips, walked to the lounge, looked at Liu Zitao, and mocked: "Are you asking for hardship today?"
"Hahaha, look at Liu Zitao's face, it's dark!"
"Then don't take a look, who is our Young Master He?"
Mo Jun looked embarrassed.
Leng Jue's eyes were faint and there was no talking.
The smile of Qiao Yimo's mouth could not be concealed, this Liu Zitao's technique was really shameful.
He Xiang noticed Qiao Yimo's expression, and when he took a closer look, the little girl's appearance was quite attractive.
He looked at Qiao Yimo scornfully, and grinned, "Little girl, what are you laughing at?" He was about to touch Qiao Yimo's face with his fingers.
Unexpectedly, Qiao Yimo was knocked out in the next second, and he became serious in one second, "Remove your dirty hands!"
He Xiang Yangtian laughed, "You guys in City S are all rubbish, why don't you go back to City B with me to be my girlfriend!" JrNovels.com