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

He Mu's signature was flamboyant, a hundred times more scribbled than his usual name on group documents.

Except for Ming Dai, who was spotted at a glance, the red-haired young man and his friends stared cross-eyed for a long time, but they didn't understand what was written in the name.

"Do you want to..." The friend next to him winked at Hongmao.

The red-haired young man shook his head, gritted his teeth and accepted the statement: "Just make do with it."

In fact, it was because the man in the car was too powerful, even through the car window, the sense of oppression he brought was still ten times and a hundred times that of his old man, so the red-haired young man didn't even want to go up to deal with He Mu again.

Just as a new round of competition started, the red-haired youth waved his hand and let He Mu join the team that was about to start.

Accompanied by the game, of course, the game of gambling is indispensable.

On the side of the crude stand, as the red-haired youth walked over, many people pulled him and asked:

"Who is that person?"

"With tens of millions of Bentleys, you're really not afraid of being wiped out?"

"Our sports car here is not much cheaper than it!"

"Fuck off, I'll buy you three for one!"

"Wait a minute, who is it, and what are the odds?"

"Rookie benefits... I'll pressure him to lose!"

"..."

Everyone, you talk to each other, but there is no room for the red-haired young man to interject.

The red-haired young man lay on the railing of the stand, looked at Bentley from a distance, and sighed sadly, fearing that he would cause trouble.

Inside the Bentley, Mingdai pressed against the car window, watching the bustle outside including the grandstand, covering her mouth and laughing non-stop.

"Is that little red hair afraid of you?"

Ming Dai looked at these with eyes that were not accurate.

He Mu was helpless: "It has nothing to do with me."

A snort of laughter resounded in the carriage.

Ming Dai's cheeks were bulging with a smile, and the girl's fluff that had not yet faded was as soft as a pink peach.

He Mu's palm was ready to move, and finally couldn't help stroking Mingdai's cheek.

"You really think I'm scary?"

"do not think so."

Ming Dai answered in a crisp voice.

Satisfied, He Mu was about to withdraw his hand.

Suddenly, Mingdai turned her face sideways, her soft lips brushed against his palm.

What kind of feeling might it be?Like soft rose petals sweeping softly, if the strength is not enough, it is like scratching the boots. The itching spread from the palm to all the limbs, making him tremble uncontrollably.

Adam's apple rolling, inexplicably thirsty.

"Dede."

Ming Dai who was caught by the sound looked at him with innocent and clear eyes, like a deer in the forest, who has not been polluted by the world of mortals, does not know the rules, and does not know what kind of turmoil her unintentional intimacy will cause.

He Muban lowered his eyes, the dark eyes behind thick eyelashes were a bottomless abyss.

Just as he was about to bend down—

"beep!"

The trumpet for departure sounded.

The other cars in preparation had been shot out like arrows from the bow, but this Bentley was left standing firmly.

There were laughter and annoyance from the stands. There were many people who beat Bentley to lose, but there were also many people who beat him to win. All they were thinking about was the mysterious master of the sweeping monk.

At this moment, Bentley seemed to be stupid, he didn't even hear the sound of the starting horn, and the outcome of the loss was already decided from the beginning, which completely shattered the hope of those who were lucky.

Among these people, the red-haired young man shrank his neck inexplicably: He had people wave the flag to remind him several times, did the boss not see it?

There was a lot of noise outside the car, but inside the car, it was extremely quiet.

He Mu temporarily suppressed his thoughts.

Ming Dai was a little worried: "Is it too late?"

He Mu smiled without answering, and proved his words with actions——

I don't know what new mode he switched to, but he heard the car's engine roaring low, like a beast roaring, and then it was ready to go, and it charged out, bringing up countless smoke and dust.

Those who remained were dumbfounded. There were many knowledgeable people on the scene, including professional mechanics.

"This voice is definitely modified!"

"Awesome, I really caught the passing wild boss!"

"Quick! Release the camera on the road!"

In order to let those who stay behind watch the game perfectly, cameras along the road are naturally indispensable, almost spending a lot of money on 360-degree blind spots.

It seems that He Mu and Ming Dai's car started a long time late, but in terms of time, it took only a few words to distract one's mind, and the total amounted to only two or three minutes.

Of course, at the speed of the car, these two 3 minutes are enough to cover a long distance.

Then the people in the stand at the starting point saw the black Bentley that was at the end, and after a while, it caught up with the car at the end, and then overtook one, two, three...

Someone beat Bentley to lose, and he was not reconciled: "The engine is good, but the performance of the car cannot determine everything!"

That's the truth.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Bentley's overtaking trajectory captured by the camera cannot be achieved by the performance of the car alone.

This is definitely not an ordinary expert, but a top-notch expert who is good enough to go to the F1 circuit!

I don't know who said something: "But the momentum is so bloody, it looks like it came out of an underground racing track..."

The big guy who drove 6000 million Bentley ran to the underground racetrack?

But aren't those who play those are desperate gamblers, purely for money?
The realm of the boss is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people.

And what they can't even understand is the mood of a person sitting next to such a top racing driver.

No one is more excited than Ming Dai at this moment!
In He Mu, only steady, steady and steady can be seen.

He switched gears, stepped on the accelerator to accelerate, and grasped the steering wheel with both hands... Everything was done with ease, without hurry, and the word impatience was completely insulated from him. His calm aura filled the car, making everyone in the car The atmosphere became calm and peaceful, but it completely isolated the wind and lightning outside the car.

Even Ming Dai didn't dare to amplify her breathing, trying to suppress the rapid panting, suppressing the boiling blood, staring at He Mu, watching the tight muscle lines under his shirt, the incomparable strength was faintly bursting out——

"Look at the front." At this juncture, He Mu still has time to distract and talk to Ming Dai, "Don't look at me, I'll be nervous."

When continuously overtaking, He Mu is not nervous;
When you don't slow down and go around the big bend in the mountain, He Mu is not nervous;
He Mu was not nervous when he still accurately passed through the gap under the joint attack of the two vehicles.

But when Ming Dai looked at him, he would get nervous.

Ming Dai blushed.

Then she looked away, only sneaking a glance at He Mu from the corner of her eye, admiring and sighing like a landslide and tsunami, making all the nerves in her body revel and jump with joy.

At the moment when the finish line was reached, Ming Dai's emotions also climbed to the peak!
The moment He Mugang slowed down, he couldn't help throwing himself on his shoulder!
"We won! We are number one!"

Her bright eyes are like the moon falling into the dark eyes.

He Mu grabs the back of Ming Dai's neck without hesitation.

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