The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 122
The friend knew it was interesting, and immediately called a group of people away.

Han Qi leaned against the car to smoke, and didn't go over immediately. From this angle, Nan Jiaojiao was sideways to him, and the bitter wind at the foot of the mountain poured in from the collar of her little shirt, blowing her back, like a little girl. Her ponytail was tied high, and a few strands of hair fluttered from her temples, some ignorant ones flew to the corners of her eyes. She squinted her eyes, and under the shallow light and shadow, her face was shockingly beautiful.

Han Qi took a puff of cigarette, put it out, took the leather jacket and walked over to her, and put it on her body.

"The mountain breeze is cool, don't go back and catch a cold."

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him indifferently, always feeling like he was a weasel giving a chicken New Year's greetings.

"Would you like to play and let me take you?"

Han Qi raised his chin forward, just as two sports cars passed by quickly, and the gust of wind rushed towards him, Han Qi subconsciously stood in front of her to block the wind, turned around, and smiled at her wantonly, "If you If you don’t dare, call brother, I’ll let you sit on my lap.”

Nan Jiaojiao held the corner of her mouth, and when she lifted her foot, Han Qi immediately hid aside, "Don't kick, I'll just say hello."

"Drive one."

Han Qi was stunned for a moment, then with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, he snapped his fingers to call someone over, "Bring two sets of racing suits, and a pink helmet for my ancestor."

He ordered to go down, and soon someone brought up the complete equipment.

Han Qi wore it in front of her, put the racing suit on the turtleneck, stretched the collar vigorously, turned around and saw that she was still standing still, with a little disgust in his small eyes.

"What's wrong, ancestor?"

"Troublesome, too lazy to wear."

Nan Jiaojiao put the gloves into the sleeves of the leather jacket, planning to get into the car just like that, Han Qi quickly pulled her back, took the knee pads and gloves and put them on for her.

"Okay, we don't wear them, but these things have to be worn to save our lives."

Nan Jiaojiao didn't refuse, and after putting on her armor, she picked a car to get on.

"Ancestor, wait for me..."

Han Qi chased after him, didn't finish his sentence, took a mouthful of ashes, stared blankly at the car running away, cursed, and jumped into a car to chase after him.

Nan Jiaojiao opened the car window wide, her eyes behind the helmet were as dark as eagles, her hand on the steering wheel was steady, even if it was a tunnel with narrow and tricky curves, she could swing her tail, and quickly put Han on the road. Abandoned and others left behind.

After a lap, she became clearer and less depressed.

On the second lap, she began to think about Bo Yanqing, and her heart ached.

On the third lap, the speed was twice as fast as before, and she lost interest after getting used to it thoroughly. In her eyes, this thing was no different from a child's toy car. When she reached the finish line, she found a parking space and parked in a hurry.

The surroundings were quiet for a few seconds, and then roaring cheers erupted.

Han Qi only drove two laps, and he finally saw Nan Jiaojiao. He was stopped by people when he got out of the car, and all of them asked him with red faces, "Brother Qi, where did you come from? What a master! He has amazing driving skills." It’s no wonder that even you have to call her ancestor, we call her ancestor.”

"go away."

Holding the helmet, Han Qi strode out toward Nan Jiaojiao, and closed the car window. Nan Jiaojiao's cold face was revealed behind the slowly lowered window. She took off the helmet, raised her eyes and glanced at him, frowning coldly. With a face full of impatience.

"Not fun? Or didn't you have fun?" Han Qi asked her, his expression suddenly turned cold: "You don't want to die, do you? Get out, I brought you here to relax, not to let you die, who the hell will I cry when you die!"

(End of this chapter)