This green plum is going to counterattack

Chapter 429: Dangerous Drag Racing 1
Luo Xiaojiang saw Gong Mingshuo, and Gong Mingshuo smiled, "What are you doing in Can's room in the middle of the night?"

Luo Xiaojiang stared at him: "What's none of your business?"

Gong Mingshuo roared angrily in his eyes: "Speak politely to me!"

Luo Xiaojiang didn't want to talk to him, and walked past him directly. Gong Mingshuo gritted his teeth angrily, and stared back at Luo Xiaochan fiercely.

The next morning.

Several people are sitting in the dining room having breakfast.

Gong Zhuo raised his eyes and glanced at everyone, and then proposed to go racing on Wanpo Mountain. It had been a long time since he had done racing, and his hands were itchy.

Gong Molin drank tea: "Nonsense, don't go!"

Gong Zhuo was unhappy: "Lin, are you scared?"

Gong Molin narrowed her eyes slightly: "You are not afraid of death, so go!"

Gong Zhuo chuckled: "How could my drag racing skills die?"

Gong Bingyi said in a low voice: "The road on Wanpo Mountain is very narrow, with many dangerous turns, and there are cliffs next to it, so don't go there, it will be dangerous."

Gong Zhuo scolded in disgust: "You coward!"

Gong Liuying loves motorcycles the most. He has collected many national limited edition motorcycles, and one of his favorites is Hongmei!His own name.

He squinted his eyes: "I don't have a problem... My baby Red Charm has a 1200cc Ducati engine that can provide 211 horsepower, and it weighs only 350 pounds! It was designed by the Italian company Vyrus Motorcycle, the appearance of the whole motorcycle is very Dynamic, both in appearance and inside, it is quite vigorous!"

Gong Zhuo pulled the corner of Che's mouth in disgust, and then asked Gong Jiuche: "Che, are you going?"

Gong Jiuche is thinking about it.

Gong Mingshuo stretched his legs and put them on the dining table, and said, "What? Are you scared?"

Gong Jiuche's expression was indifferent, and his brows were slightly frowned.

Gong Mingshuo held the knife and fork, reflecting a dazzling light: "You are the grandson that the old man likes most, and the old man also liked racing cars when he was young."

"Then?"

Gong Jiuche's face was sharp and angular, showing a coldness.

"You don't even have the guts to go racing, how can you inherit part of the property of the Gong family?"

Gong Mingshuo threw the knife and fork on the crystal tabletop, making a crisp sound.

Gong Jiuche's dark eyes flashed sharply: "You are aggressive?"

Gong Mingshuo stood up, put his hands on the table, and stared at Gong Jiuche with eagle-like eyes: "Let's compete, dare you?"

Gong Zhuo suddenly felt that he had said the wrong thing. He knew that he would not make a suggestion, and the matter became serious...

Gong Bingyi bumped Gong Zhuo with his arm: "It's all your fault, what should we do now?"

Gong Zhuo pursed his lips and did not speak.

There is a sharp light between Gong Jiuche's heroic brows: "Okay!"

Gong Mingshuo smiled complacently in an instant: "In the evening, it's 12 o'clock."

Gong Jiuche stared at him.

Gong Mingshuo added another sentence: "From the top of the mountain..." He gave a thumbs up: "Shoot down..."

Gong Zhuo was startled: "No, no, this is too dangerous."

Gong Mingshuo cast a cold glance at Gong Zhuo, and pointed at him: "You can participate, as a pretense."

Gong Zhuo was so angry that he gritted his teeth: "What am I just pretending to be? You may not have won me? Okay, at 12 o'clock in the evening, I will show you my drag racing skills from the top of the mountain!"

Gong Mingshuo seemed to have found a prey, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "Remember, you have to bring your own woman..." After he finished speaking, he cast a contemptuous glance at Gong Jiuche, turned around and went up to the second floor.

Gong Zhuo was so angry that he twisted his neck and shook his hands: "Okay, just take it!"

Gong Bingyi is puzzled, does Gong Zhuo have a woman?

Unexpectedly, Gong Zhuo shifted his eyes to Gong Bingyi, and said angrily: "You! Follow me at night!"

The knife and fork in Gong Bingyi's hand fell on the table, and then he swallowed the food: "I'm not your woman...and." He said weakly: "I'm afraid, can I not go?"

Gong Jiuche supported his chair with one hand, and the chair thumped: "I told you to go, you have to go!"

(End of this chapter)