Chapter 50

"Don't make fun of your life on the field!" Li Beichen held a cigarette in his long finger. The smoke ran slowly, his eyes half narrowed, and his eyes fell down, like a bone chilling ice, which made her body shake hard.

Gas field... Too strong.

Just one look made her nowhere to hide.

But for Shi Yuxuan, racing in high heels is not unreasonable. She has full confidence. After three years of car racing, she finally has this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She will never compromise.

"Take off your high heels." Li Beichen looked at her condescensively, and his words were angry.

"Really want to take it off?" Yuxuan pretended to blink innocently, took off a high-heeled shoe, rubbed his feet on the ground, and his five thumbs moved up and down restlessly, "Mr. Li, do you want to see Mrs. Li step on the accelerator with her bare feet?"

She is really, more and more without the temperament of a celebrity!

Li Beichen no longer looked at her in disgust, tightly pursed his cool thin lips, which was tacit approval.

With a frivolous smile, Yuxuan stepped on the McLaren 12C in high heels of more than ten centimeters.

Staring at her wild and uninhibited back, Li Beichen's eyes became more and more secretive. The cigarette in his mouth vomited thick smoke and fainted on his handsome face.

"Finally know that women are very troublesome creatures?" Xing Ye, who was watching a good play, put her hands in the pockets of a handmade suit and stepped forward. He looked at the woman in the driver's seat and raised his eyebrows playfully.

"It's more than a headache." Li Beichen's slender index finger stroked the frown and rubbed it.

"Why, does it hurt?" Xing yezhen stared wildly at the crotch of Li Beichen's suit, and his evil side face outlined a faint smile, "it's just five centimeters. What's the pain?"

As soon as he played an unintentional joke, Li Beichen, who was already unhappy, turned extremely black.

Li Beichen glared at Xing Ye and coldly warned, "if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!"

"Get it."

Just shut up? He is the emperor of Hangzhou. Naturally, he can bend and stretch.

Xing Ye rolled the cuffs of his black shirt up two layers to reveal his strong arms. Then, leaning obliquely against the audience, he lit a cigarette. The thick fog vomited out in a wild way, showing the charm of mixed nature, lazy and loose, but crazy and domineering.

There was a gunshot.

On the field, there was a thunderous roar of the engine.

Black McLaren 12C rushed out and took the lead by a flash.

"Shit! Li Beichen, your woman is powerful! " Xing Ye couldn't believe it. His tall body suddenly stood up and stared at the McLaren. The next second, laugh.

Such a woman really gives Li Beichen more than a headache?

Xing Ye glanced at him in a gloomy way and smiled a little gloating.

Li Beichen ignored him and stared at the black McLaren for a moment. The next second, with his fingers, he crushed the burning cigarette of the stars.

Jiang Wenhao's Lamborghini was as fast as McLaren and kept biting behind Yuxuan.

He wanted to catch up with the curve, but he was swayed away by Shi Yuxuan's dazzling and fast high-speed drift across the curve.

What superb driving skills!

For a moment, the audience was boiling, and the shrill cry tore through the brightly lit racing track.

Yuxuan enjoyed the thundering sound of the engine, gently raised the corners of his mouth and laughed wildly, but it was soul stirring.

Through the rearview mirror, Jiang Wenhao's Lamborghini almost rolled over because she had just drifted at a high speed.

Sure enough, it's too tender.

McLaren, who accelerated violently, crossed the finish line at the limit speed.

After a moment of silence, thunderous cheers broke out!

Yuxuan stepped down the sports car in high spirits, and there was still excitement and madness in the palm of his hand. She flaunted her long curly hair, leaned on the body and smiled at the proud men in the audience. Mr. Li, has Mrs. Li made enough face for you?

Squinting at Jiang Wenhao, his face was not so good-looking, and his gray head covered his face. He couldn't swallow that tone. He spit fiercely, unwilling to point to the bridge of Yuxuan's nose, "Shi Yuxuan, play another game!"