Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

Dongshi, Cuicheng Mountain
"Yan Hui, do you still think you are the young lady of the Yan family?"

Zhou Man'er in black tights pointed at Yan Hui and cursed, "Your Yan family has fallen, I'll give you face so you can continue to compete here, if you don't give you face, you're worse than a dog!"

Through the pure black helmet, Yan Hui stared at Zhou Man'er for a few seconds, then suddenly pulled the helmet off and smashed it hard!
bump!
The helmet hit Zhou Man'er's brow bone hard, bleeding profusely.

Zhou Man'er clutched her bleeding wound, gritted her teeth and rushed towards Yan Hui.

Yan Hui was standing less than one meter away from Zhou Man'er, watching her rushing towards her, there was no trace of fear in her eyes, but deep contempt and disdain.

The other racers and spectators hurried forward to hold Zhou Man'er.

Looking at Zhou Man'er who was tearing at the others like a mad dog, Yan Hui smiled coolly, brushed the long hair on her forehead with her slender and pale fingers, and her cold voice revealed a chilling ruthlessness.

"Don't you remember the time when you knelt and licked Yan's house like a dog in the past? No wonder there is a saying that people are not as good as dogs, because dogs will always be dogs, but people may not always be people!"

Zhou Man'er stared at Yan Hui, her eyes spewing fire, as if she wanted to stare at her body with two transparent holes.

On the other hand, Yan Hui, the old god was there, not in a hurry, his eyes were calm, and he was not affected by her emotions at all.

"Yan Hui, let's go, you are still relying on the competition to make a living, if Zhou Man'er doesn't let you participate in the competition, what will you do in the future?" Han Liang, who has been playing racing with Yan Hui, reminded him kindly.

Yan Hui lightly raised the corners of her mouth.

Three months ago today, the Yan family went bankrupt.

She has changed from a high-ranking young lady of the Yan family to a black market racer who can only make a living by racing at night.

The wall collapsed and everyone pushed, the tiger of the Yan family fell, and the monkeys on the mountain came to step on it one after another.

Zhou Man'er in front of him is one of them.

Having seen the other party's fawning and ingratiating face in the past, how could Yan Hui be afraid of her?

Leaning lazily on her giant Augusta motorcycle, Yan Hui sneered, "No matter how long her hand is, Zhou Man'er can't reach all the places in Dongshi City. Let her go, I think she can eat today." I can't do it!"

"Yan Hui!" Han Liang looked at Yan Hui while pulling Zhou Man'er, and said in a low voice, "Now that Uncle Yan has left, no one can protect you. Do you still want to be so willful?"

Hearing this, Yan Hui felt that the hairs all over her body stood on end.

It is true that her parents died, but does this mean that she should be squeezed and flattened by others, and let her survive in the cracks?
I'm sorry, but the Yan family's family precepts don't allow it!
Yan Hui didn't hide the pride in her eyes, raised her chin, and said softly, "The most common thing my dad said before he was alive is that I protect my own territory. If I can't even protect my bottom line and dignity , that really embarrasses his old man!"

After finishing speaking, she looked coldly at Zhou Man'er, whose face was covered with blood, "Go back and tell Ji Chuncheng that you two owe the Yan family, and I will get it back with interest sooner or later."

Yan Hui's attention was only focused on Zhou Man'er, and she didn't notice that at the corner of Cuicheng Khan Raceway, a low-key black Bentley was parked steadily, with a pair of sharp black eyes looking through the tea-colored glass look at her.

"elder brother……"

"Hush!" The man pressed his thin lips with his slender fingers, and his long, narrow and deep fox eyes never moved away from Yan Hui's body.

She is wearing a black dress today, her small waist is tightly bound, her long hair is loose, fluttering with the breeze, and her pretty face without makeup is full of indifference and aloofness, really like a free and Chic goblin!

Qi Cheng glanced at Ling Yue speechlessly, and said, "Brother, if Old Man Yan bumps into your daughter who looks at him like that, do you believe that Old Man Yan might jump out of the coffin with joy?"

Before his death, Yan Hongli threatened Ling Yue that if he didn't marry Yan Hui, he would spread the negative evidence about Ling Yue's father, even if he died, the words would still work.

"I suddenly felt that maybe it would be nice to marry Yan Hui."

puff!
I just took a sip of mineral water and almost spit it out.

"Is this the attitude a person who is forced to marry should have?" Qi Cheng asked.

The man didn't speak, his hands on his knees beat rhythmically, his lazy eyes looked at Yan Hui leisurely, at this moment, a group of people on motorcycles surrounded Yan Hui, Ling Yue She frowned, so she would suffer.

When he was about to get off the car, he saw Yan Hui's slender thighs stepping onto the motorcycle, which was starting, but with a buzzing sound, the motorcycle rushed towards Zhou Man'er in the crowd like an arrow off the string.

"Whoever kills Yan Hui today, I will give him 1000 million!"

The crazy Zhou Man'er was still yelling, and the black market racers surrounded Yan Hui as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Zhou Man'er originally thought that Yan Hui would kneel down and admit her mistake, but she didn't expect that she didn't hesitate for a moment, and directly rushed towards her.

"Ah!" Zhou Man'er screamed and backed away, and at the same time pulled the racing driver beside her in front of her to block Yan Hui.

Yan Hui's black motorcycle was speeding like lightning in the dark night, perfectly bypassing the cannon fodder that Zhou Man'er had dragged, made a big turn like a dragon wagging its tail, and rushed towards Zhou Man'er with sparks and green smoke.

Zhou Man'er was terrified, and sat down on the ground, staring at Yan Hui in horror as she circled around her.

The speed of the car stirred up dust on the ground, which made Zhou Man'er cough violently.

"Ahem, Yan Hui, if you want to kill me, you have to do it! But let me tell you, if something happens to me, Chuncheng will not let you go!"

Speaking of Ji Chuncheng, the hatred in Yan Hui's heart could not be dispelled.

And her childhood sweetheart fiancé actually colluded with Zhou Man'er to frame her father for the sake of fame and fortune.

The fingers holding the handlebar tightened tightly, the more Yan Hui hated, the wider the smile on his face.

"Chuncheng? You're so affectionate! His kindness to you has already made you forget who you are. He was so kind to me back then, Zhou Man'er, be careful to become the second me."

"Yan Hui, don't sow discord, I won't fall into your trap!"

"Then go back and ask Ji Chuncheng, did he bend down to lift my shoes in full view? Zhou Man'er, what do you think you are in Ji Chuncheng's eyes? It's just a tool for him to gain fame and fortune!"

After finishing speaking, Yan Hui started the motorcycle and sped out like lightning.

Some things are like bombs, planted, and one day, when the opportunity comes, it will explode.

She is waiting for the day when this bomb goes off!
Ling Yue gestured to Qi Cheng to move forward, and Qi Cheng caught up tacitly.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, Yan Hui suddenly straightened the car, turned his head to look at the incomparably dark night behind him, and said with a smile, "Could it be that brother died at the sight of the light? That's why he didn't dare to teach you face to face, so he could only follow behind his back?"