Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 47
Qiao Yimo blinked and looked at a group of little fools in front of her with incredible looks.

"Why do you have a black card?"

"Could it be a gift from the patron's father again?"

"The patron's father probably wouldn't give 1000 million so much."

"Who is this yellow-haired girl?"

Cheng Ziyu also wanted a black card in his dreams, but his parents never gave it to him.

But now a yellow-haired girl casually took out a black card, which is simply insulting them.

Qiao Yimo raised her eyes, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, "Will you bet or not? If you can't afford to lose, forget it."

"Damn! It's only a few million, but my pocket money for a week." Cheng Ziyu said disdainfully.

How could he admit defeat at this time, and with just a yellow-haired girl, he would lose?
Qiao Yimo raised her eyebrows and said to Su Zhe, "Let's go!"

10 minutes have passed and the game has officially started.

A beautiful woman in a miniskirt holds up a small banner with both hands.

"preparation!"

There are seven or eight sports cars side by side, all of which are luxury cars.

"3, 2, 1 go!"

Seven or eight sports cars flew out.

Steady and fast!

This is Su Zhe's first time riding in Sister Mo's car, "Sister Mo, drive slowly, stability is the most important thing!"

Qiao Yimo sneered, "Coward, how can you win if you are slow!"

Car shadows flew past Qiao Yimo.

The thick smoke from the rear of the car expressed disdain for Qiao Yimo.

At the beginning, she was out of shape, and she fell behind others at the start, but she was not in a hurry, and said slowly, "Su Zhe, my sister will take you to fly!"

After the words fell, Qiao Yimo adjusted the car to the fastest speed and rushed out at the highest speed.

There were cheers from behind.

Everyone was supporting Cheng Ziyu, but no one was supporting Qiao Yimo.

So far, Qiao Yimo has fully entered the state, with her hands on the steering wheel and her feet firmly on the accelerator.

Su Zhe, who was sitting in the car, was terrified. He knew that he would not listen to Sister Mo's words.

Cheng Ziyu of another black sports car was steering the steering wheel with one hand.

"Master Cheng, hurry up, you beat the yellow-haired girl!"

Everyone present shouted.

Cheng Ziyu in the driver's seat raised his eyebrows and licked his teeth nervously, "I'm going to start it!"

The black sports car driven by Cheng Ziyu threw Qiao Yimo away with a beautiful tail swing.

A helicopter hovered above the black sports car, and the machine was shooting the whole process.

When Qiao Yimo fell behind, cheers erupted from the audience.

Even though they already knew that Qiao Yimo would lose, when they saw that she was so far behind, they still couldn't help cheering for Cheng Ziyu.

"You bragging girl, you can see how you slap your face."

"Hmph, you're so proud. Just now you said that you will win. I think it's a waste of that car with her skills."

"Oh, don't be so scared that you pee your pants hahahahaha."

Qiao Yimo faced it calmly, while Su Zhe, who was sitting in the car, stared at the curve ahead, his heart beat so fast that he was about to faint. "

"Sister Mo, slow down, I'm about to have a heart attack!"

Qiao Yimo curled her lips and sneered, "I'll cure you if you make a mistake!"

Faced with Su Zhe's begging for mercy, Qiao Yimo seemed to have no intention of slowing down at all.

Won't this hit the wall?
The audience looked at Qiao Yimo and couldn't help but mock.

"Is this person looking for death, turning the corner and not slowing down!"

"This girl and the handsome guy in the car will celebrate Qingming Festival next year!"

The audience seemed to be about to see the car crash in the next second, and they all covered their eyes and dared not watch the bloody scene.

(End of this chapter)