After the rebirth became popular in the entertainment circle, the scumbags regretted it

Chapter 533 His Imperfection

When playing racing with Mu, most of them were abroad.

The underground racetrack in Las Vegas has no rules and ignores life and death. The competition is for speed and life.

To say that he is young and frivolous, it is better to say that he is young and mature, he has too much at a young age, the world freezes the moment he opens his eyes, and he already has everything without struggling.

Therefore, for a period of time, he felt that life was empty and meaningless, and tried to use adrenaline-stimulating sports to stir up waves in his peaceful life.

After his father and Jing Qing learned about it, they locked themselves in the study for a long time, then opened the door and told him who was still a teenager:
"Since it's your choice, accept the consequences."

It was only later that He Mu understood the hand that his father deliberately hid behind his back.

It was trembling with fear for him.

It's just that at He Mu's age at that time, he didn't understand for the time being.

He has lived through the exciting days of wandering on the edge of life and death, like walking on a steel wire between skyscrapers, without a safety rope, a daze will lead to doom.

How did he get away from that day?

Because of an accident.

When the racing car was galloping on the vast desert road, a sheep inexplicably appeared in the middle of the road. He subconsciously flicked the steering wheel, and relied on his excellent driving skills and calm psychological quality to pull back the initiative in time and stabilize the direction , to avoid rollover accidents.

The car behind him was not so lucky. It was a big turn. The driver behind wanted to overtake from the inner circle, but accelerated. When he found the sheep, it was too late, and the inertia caused the car to throw out and roll in the desert. Stop after a few laps.

When other people heard the news and arrived, the driver had already lost his life on the spot because of a broken cervical spine.

There were voices of regret and emotion all around, and occasionally there were rider friends crying bitterly.

But it is not unusual for everyone, because this kind of underground racing is also called deadly racing, and paralysis and loss of life are commonplace.

And He Mu stood there, looking at the driver's face, terrified.

That was the closest he came to death.

He never touched a car after that.

……

This is Kazuki's unspeakable past.

He doesn't think he's cool or handsome, just silly.

Now that the Internet is developed, and the buzzwords on the Internet come and go, He Mu finally found an accurate summary that fits his period——

Secondary two.

Therefore, He Mu originally didn't want Ming Dai to know about such a past that was stupid, secondary, and didn't fit his perfect image.

But I don't know how to be impulsive today, so I took the initiative to bring it up, which is extremely inconsistent with his meticulous style of doing things, like a young boy who has just fallen in love and is in a hurry.

...It seems that there is nothing inconsistent except for the word "hair boy".

Halfway through the car, He Mu rarely regretted it, and hesitated to speak to Ming Dai.

Ming Dai is sensitive to emotions: "What's the matter?"

He Mu hesitated: "This racing car..."

Ming Dai was very concerned, and asked questions one after another: "What? Is there any problem? Is it bad weather? Or is the car not up to standard? Yes, I heard that racing cars have to be professionally modified. This car is not suitable, right? How about we go back?"

Ming Dai is too understanding, so that He Mu can't say anything.

Thinking about just now, when he said he would take Ming Dai for a ride in a racing car, she was as happy as a little girl who got candy for a while, and He Mu didn't want to let her down.

He shook his head and said, "No, I'm thinking about where to go."

Completely dispelling the idea of ​​giving up, He Mu described all the racing spots in Yanjing in his memory one by one for Mingdai to choose from, including professional racing tracks, winding mountain roads, etc.

Ming Dai didn't know how to choose, so she asked, "Where is safer? I'm worried about you."

Her concern was straightforward and intense, which made He Mu's heart tingle.

Finally, he thought about it and said one place was the name of Panshan Highway.

Ming Dai opened her eyes wide: "It sounds a bit dangerous."

"But the scenery is beautiful."

Now that He Mu has already made up his mind, Ming Dai didn't say any more.

"What about the car?"

"rest assured."

He Mu's car today is a "depressed" Bentley. The reason why He Mu is called "depressed" is because its style is stable and luxurious. It starts with comfort. It is more like the car of a big boss attending a financial forum than Panshan Highway this kind of racing location.

However, this is just the outer shell. In fact, the interior of this Bentley has undergone all-round remodeling due to his interest since He Mu took over, starting from the engine, and Mu is familiar with every modification, which is better than Mu Those supercars are more in tune with Mu's wishes.

It's just that these modifications are not obvious from the outside.

When it appeared on the winding mountain road where luxury cars gathered, it immediately attracted a lot of attention.

One reason is that this Bentley worth 6000 million is expensive enough, and it is not much better than those supercars;
Secondly, of course, it is because it is out of place, as if an old car has mixed in with a bunch of young people.

Bentley's car windows are separated by anti-spy film, so it has a high degree of privacy. Even the front windshield, it is difficult to see the people inside. Naturally, no one will notice the sight of those sweeping and inquiring. The passenger in the co-pilot was Ming Dai, a popular actress who dominated the headlines of all major entertainment today.

Someone knocked on the window on the driver's side.

He Mujiang opened a gap two fingers wide, only revealing a pair of dark eyes.

The line of sight to the co-pilot from outside the car was also logically cut off.

A young man with dyed red hair, with silver rings hanging from his ears, looks like a rock and roll youth.

Talking is also ruffian, leaning on the Bentley door: "Hey, buddy, our place is not a scenic spot, but a racing site, don't go the wrong way!"

Let me remind you first, the tone is polite, I am afraid that there are people who cannot be offended.

Even if there are so many rich and powerful people in Yanjing who can afford to drive 6000 million Bentleys, there are still only a handful of them.

He Mu Dian said: "I know."

That's what it means to be involved.

The red-haired young man found it inconceivable, no matter what, he felt that the person inside, in terms of aura and style, shouldn't have come to this place to race cars.

"Racing, do you understand? It's about speed and passion, uh, buddy, you're here to catch people, right?"

The red-haired young man's IQ is not high, and the reasonable explanation he can think of is that He Mu is the elder of the family who came here to catch people in the name of racing.

After all, these days, few parents like to watch their children drive a sports car at the speed of life and death.

He Mu: "I'm not that free."

The red-haired young man breathed a sigh of relief: "It was agreed in advance that you must sign a disclaimer when you come here!"

Skillfully handing over a piece of paper, he wanted He Mu to lower the window, but seeing that he was unmoved, he tried his best to push the disclaimer through the window.

He Mu looked at the statement which had no legal effect at all, thought for a while, and signed his name.

(End of this chapter)