Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

Wen Wan was getting annoyed, but Murong Zichun interrupted suddenly: "Shen Moling, don't hide behind women if you are not skilled enough, just admit defeat and I can save you some face."

Shen Moling's voice was cold: "Shut up if you don't want to die."

Murong Zichun: "What's the matter? You're so annoyed because I hit the mark?"

Suddenly, Shen Moling's blue racing car leaned aside abruptly, dodging Murong Zichun's black racing car.

Shen Moling: "You're courting death!"

Murong Zichun: "Oh, it's not certain who will die."

Ye Chenxi: "You two stay away from Wan'er and stay away from her!"

Murong Zichun: "Where I want to be, you don't care!"

Ye Chenxi: "Okay, if you have the ability, come and compare with me!"

Shen Moling: "Go away!"

Ye Chenxi: "Stop talking nonsense, it's a match between men, whoever loses will stay away from Wan'er!"

Shen Moling: "You said that!"

Wen Wan: "...Are you sick? Who told you to bet on me?"

Before she finished speaking, she heard the loud sound of the engine accelerating, and three racing cars swept out from behind her car, leaving Wen Wan with a row of taillights in less than a second.

Seeing this, she simply shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator, increasing the speed to the highest, and chasing the three leading cars.

Suddenly, there was a sound of sudden brakes tearing through the sky in front of her. There should be a turning and drifting, and then Shen Moling's reminder came out of Wen Wan's earphones: "There is a ninety-degree bend ahead of Wen Wan, prepare in advance."

Wen Wan didn't have time to think about it, the curve was close in front of her eyes, her right hand was on the handbrake, and her left hand was holding the steering wheel tightly. With the perfect cooperation of both hands, the tires left two beautiful drifting arcs at the turning.

Just after passing the curve, Wen Wan wanted to slow down to observe the road ahead, but no matter how much she stepped on the brakes, the speed did not decrease by half, and she was still sprinting forward at the highest speed.

Wen Wan broke out in a cold sweat anxiously, forced herself to calm down, and stretched out her hand to pull the handbrake, but it was useless, the speed continued...

"W-what to do? My brakes seem to be failing!" she yelled over the intercom.

"..."

No response, no signal on her walkie-talkie or headset?How is this going?

"Hey! Hey! Can anyone hear me? My brakes don't work! Hey? Is anyone..."

While holding on to the steering wheel, she kept yelling into the intercom, but no matter how she called for help, the earphones always responded with a faint "buzzing" sound.

She didn't have time to hesitate anymore, there was another sharp turn ahead, she couldn't drift past without the brakes, she could only rush out of the cliff, and her body was smashed to pieces!

Do you just wait to die?no!Wen Wan immediately decided to jump out of the car!

Instead of sitting in the car and rushing into the abyss together, it's better to risk your life for the last time, betting that God will not accept her life!

It was too late to say that, Wen Wan quickly pushed the door open, and the car was still moving at a speed of up to 230 miles per hour. Hitting and killing a cow at this speed is like crushing an ant.

The strong wind was whistling in her ears, and her long hair bloomed wantonly. With a leap, she flew directly out of the racing car and rolled heavily on the ground. Due to the great impact, she rolled directly out of the road and fell under the cliff...

Wen Wan didn't care about the shattering pain all over her body, she felt that she had fallen more than half a meter, and suddenly a hand grabbed her arm tightly!