Cute, flirtatious, not easy to mess with

Chapter 18 Racing
Suburban racetrack.

Chu Yanxi really didn't want to come, she really wanted to review her homework well.

But Xu Mao actually said that Lu Wenqian's girlfriend would also come.

She couldn't help it.

"Yo! Isn't this the defeat of our lord!"

A few of them got out of the car when a group of young people in racing suits whistled at them.

Xu Mao spat: "It's fucking unlucky, you can meet vicious dogs everywhere!"

"Hehe..." The seven or eight people on the other side laughed, "Is this annoyed that the racing car can't be compared?"

"Just be clear in your heart, why bother to say it!"

"That's right, our Young Master Xu is not good at anything except this mouth!"

"What are you talking about! The ladies in Beijing think that Young Master Xu is really tight!"

"Hahaha……"

A group of people smiled indistinctly, driving Xu Mao into a panic.

The key is that his brothers and sisters are still watching, so he can't lose his position!

"I'll see you on the field if you want to, stop talking nonsense!" Xu Mao took off his red coat while speaking, and threw it to Chu Yanxi who was beside him.

"Heh! Young Master Xu, you have a good vision today! This girl is not bad!"

The man called Sir took a few steps towards them, staring straight at Yan Qiao.

"Look! You don't want your eyeballs anymore, do you?" Qin Xiao made a gesture to roll up his sleeves.

Yan Qiao directly grabbed his collar: "You rest, sisters can handle it by themselves."

While speaking, Yan Qiao walked towards the Sir with a smile on his face, his fists creaking from time to time.

Both Qin Xiao and Chu Yanxi knew that Yan Qiao was the champion of Sanda in their city, but they had never seen her fight. Today is the time to open their eyes.

"This girl is quite hot, no wonder she can catch Xu Shao's eyes, but if you ask around, your lord..."

"boom!"

Before the lord finished speaking, Yan Qiao kicked him in the stomach.

The Sir hadn't even realized what was going on, and he had already been brought down.

Yan Qiao snorted coldly: "It's just this kind of guy, he still has the nerve to call himself a master, and being a grandson is useless!"

"Damn it! You fucking hit me..." The old man lay on the ground, hugging his stomach in pain and moaning.

The group of young people behind him immediately ran over, helped the Sir up from the ground, and started yelling.

"Young Master Xu, do your people understand the rules? This is a racing track! If you don't accept your driving skills, what's the matter with beating people!"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not on the same side as them." Xu Mao smiled gloatingly, and did not forget to wink at Yan Qiao, "Sister, yes!"

The count turned pale with anger, and stared at Xu Mao fiercely: "Let's start a game if we have the guts, how about it!"

"Open it, I'm afraid of you!" Xu Mao said.

Sir Alex: "Do you dare to play a big game!"

Xu Mao: "What's the big one?"

Sir: "Two hundred million, do you dare to play?"

A look of hesitation flashed across Xu Mao's eyes, [-] million is indeed not a small sum.

"Why, are you afraid?" The lord smiled contemptuously.

"So what if you're afraid, the teacher said that gambling is illegal!" Chu Yanxi suddenly stood up and stood in front of Xu Mao.

Everyone present was stunned, and for three seconds, they all burst into laughter.

"The teacher said...hahaha..."

"I admire you, your vision is really extraordinary today!"

"Hahaha, do you want your parents to tell you?"

The young men couldn't straighten their backs from laughing, Xu Mao looked angry and yelled directly: "Two hundred million is two hundred million, stop fucking nonsense!"

The Sir stopped laughing, and narrowed his eyes with a look of success: "Today, Young Master Xu kindly donated [-] million yuan. Thank you, Young Master Xu for your generosity!"

(End of this chapter)