Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 112 Car crash and death?

The two cars on the field have already started.

The host is reporting the real-time situation on the stage.

"The leader now is He Xiang from City B."

"Leng Juan was thrown a few blocks away by He Xiang."

Leng Juan listened in a calm manner and continued to drive at his own speed.

Qiao Yimo sat in the co-pilot and didn't make a fuss, half-closed her eyes, as if she didn't care about winning or losing the game at all.

In the audience seats under the stage, He Xiang's team members laughed loudly:
"Do you think these people came here on purpose to beat them up?"

"Look at that man driving so slowly! He still wants to win the race, I think he is dreaming!"

"That's right, our He Xiang is the champion."

When Mo Jun heard the words, he turned around anxiously, "What's going on? Why don't you hurry up! His driving skills are not like this usually!"

Liu Zitao was also anxious, "What should I do? It's too embarrassing. I lost two games in a row. I really want to find a hole in the ground and go in!"

"The race is still three kilometers away, and it's about to end. This cold tiredness is still far behind." The host continued to report the situation on the field.

But before he finished speaking, there was a deafening sound on the track.

"Boom!" The car Leng Juan was driving was starting to exert strength.

The sound was several times louder than He Xiang's car.

The place was dead silent.

"Wow!"

Everyone didn't know what expression to use and what reaction to use to welcome the exciting scene.

"Master Tired is officially working hard!" Liu Zitao yelled.

Even if he can't catch up with He Xiang at this time, it won't be such an ugly loss.

Mo Jun stared fixedly at Leng Juan's car, "The speed is actually over [-] per hour!"

The audience yelled:
"Four hundred?"

"Won't the car crash and people die?"

"This person is crazy!"

"Dare to drive at a speed of [-], aren't you afraid of death?"

"Anying and Yeying dare not drive like this, who does Leng Juan think he is!"

He Xiang didn't know why he was behind so much Leng Juan just now, but he suddenly exerted his strength and almost caught up. He held the steering wheel tightly, and he must not be overtaken by Leng Juan.

This is a duel between City S and City B, representing the dignity of a place, he must not lose to Leng Juan.

The audience in the audience shouted, "It's a pity that Leng Juan is too slow to exert his strength, He Xiang has almost passed the finish line!"

"Even if he exerts his strength, it is impossible to surpass He Xiang. After all, the strength of the champion lies in that."

Qiao Yimo was still squinting just now, and she didn't know why the man's speed suddenly increased to [-].

What is the concept of four hundred? No one in the world except her dares to open it like that.

Except for the legendary shadow.

At this moment, facing a turning point in front of him, he said in a cold and tired voice, "Sit still!"

Qiao Yimo's red lips parted lightly, her tone was not flustered, "Okay."

He Xiang's eyes were bloodthirsty, looking at the turn in front of him, he muttered: "Sorry, you people in City S lost!" After speaking, he immediately changed direction and slammed into Leng Juan's car hard. go up.

The two cars collided, causing huge sparks in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the car Leng Juan was driving completely deviated from the track and was thrown violently.

Seeing this, He Xiang curled his thin lips lightly, "Hehe, fight with me!"

At this time, the entire audience was as quiet as a chicken.

Because they thought that Leng Yu not only lost this game, but also lost his life.

Car crash.

Mo Jun and Liu Zitao roared at the same time, "Master Tired!"

"Master Tired!"

The audience in the audience shouted.

The host on stage panicked, "What should I do?"

"How could this be?"

But the panic lasted only five seconds.

Five seconds later, Leng Juan's car returned to the track.

When Qiao Yimo saw the hit on the rear of the car, she wanted to snatch the cold and tired steering wheel for a moment, because in the situation just now, the car driver who was not particularly skilled would definitely crash and die.

However, she saw the man hold the hand of the steering wheel again, turn right, and then within a second, turn left at a very fast speed, and then stepped on the accelerator hard, without letting up for a moment.

This action makes the car body rotate 360 ​​degrees, allowing the car body to get back on track.

The audience in the audience opened their eyes in disbelief.

"This car skill is simply against the sky."

"To be honest, I've only seen two people with such driving skills."

"He Xiang probably wants to lose this match."

"It's impossible for Master He to lose! How is this possible!"

The corners of Leng Tien's mouth twitched slightly, his pupils shrank slightly, and after a short operation, the cool car body was twice as fast!
Leng Juan bears the expectations of everyone in S City.

Less than 500 meters from the finish line.

Qiao Yimo held the steering wheel tightly and turned it [-] degrees again, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

He Xiang looked at the car behind him that was about to overtake him, his pupils shrank suddenly, his face was full of disbelief, "It's impossible."

Qiao Yimo already knew that the match was about to end, she suddenly raised her head and tossed her hair, shining brightly.

The host was stunned for a few seconds before finally reacting.

"Cold Tired has won!"

The entire racing car was as dead as clear water, and after a few seconds, it started to boil again!
"The people from City S actually won?"

"The wife is incredible!"

"Ah, so handsome!"

The host looked at the tall and handsome man, wiped his saliva, and the sweet voice continued, "In this match between City S and City B, the winner is: the contestant from City S, Leng Juan!"

Qiao Yimo curled her lips when she heard the words, and raised her eyes to look at the man beside her.

Leng Juan lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl beside him, his thin lips curled slightly.

He whispered: "Victory!"

"Ah."

All the shots at the scene were for Leng Juan and Qiao Yimo.

Seeing this, Mo Jun hurried up.

He wanted to cry. Woohoo, it's too difficult!
He Xiang slammed his hand on the steering wheel so hard that he felt the urge to scold her.

Seeing He Xiang and a group of people approaching, Qiao Yimo leaned against the car door, her red lips slightly curled up, "Don't forget today's bet."

One of He Xiang's team members had a ferocious face: "What bet?"

Mo Jun's tone was neither light nor serious, "What bet? Don't you remember?"

He Xiang's face was gloomy, and he became angry from embarrassment: "We didn't lose, it was the people from S City who played tricks. They hit our car before the race started."

With He Xiang's words, the people present discussed one after another:

"That's right, that's right, it's clearly a dirty trick. If it wasn't for such a collision, we definitely wouldn't have lost this match!"

"Yes, yes, it is impossible for our Young Master He to lose."

"That's right, He Xiang is the champion of the past few years, he can't lose to you guys! That means your car is better than ours!"

Qiao Yimo sneered, her delicate little face showed a trace of disdain, "Can't afford to lose? Why do you blame our car for being better than yours? Didn't you say that we are trash?"

He Xiang pointed at Qiao Yimo in dismay, "Host, it's not fair that City S rammed our vehicle ahead of time."

(End of this chapter)