Chapter 199

In the bathroom of the cinema, Anne collaged his hair in the mirror, then he took out makeup and lipstick to make up his makeup.

"Well, honey, we can go." Tracy, who came out of the toilet, went to her, turned on the tap and washed her hands.

Anne just finished the foundation, and pulled out a tissue from his bag and handed it to Tracey. "I'll be ready soon, and I'll add a lipstick."

Tracy took the paper towel, dried her hands, stared at her side face and said playfully, "give me lipstick?"

"Annoying." Annie pursed her lower lip and glanced at him. Now the muscles on her face were sour, she began to flirt with herself again.

Annie didn't answer him. She put her makeup and clothes in her bag. She just took the car key Tracy gave her and went out.

"Take me to see where the car is?" Anne hurried when she came to the door and found Tracy didn't follow up.

Tracy shrugged and followed. "It's in the parking lot. It's silver. It's easy to find."

As soon as she got out of the bathroom, Anne quickened her pace. Her eyes flashed with excitement. It was obvious that she couldn't wait.

Tracy stalked behind, and Renault and buck followed him silently, guarding the surroundings.

Tracy greeted them and said, "I'll take Anne's car. Just follow behind. Go to Malibu."

"Wow! God! Porsche carreragt, it won't be on sale until next year."

Tracy, who had just arrived in the parking lot, could hear Anne's scream all the way.

He is very confident in his gifts. Annie, who likes sports cars, will definitely like this latest Porsche.

Sure enough, Annie was already excited about the car. She looked left and right. Her eyes seemed to stick to the car and couldn't pull it out.

"Annie, your new car? It's really great. Tracy gave it to you?"

"Wow, this is the Porsche Carrera GT, which is very popular at the Paris auto show this year."

Annie's cry attracted two or three paparazzi. They took several photos of the car with cameras and immediately asked Annie questions.

Annie didn't have time to talk to them. Tracy winked at Renault and motioned him to drive the paparazzi away.

"Hi, Tracy, I'm a reporter from Entertainment Weekly. You gave this sports car to Anne, didn't you?"

The paparazzi wanted to get close to Tracy, but they were blocked a few meters away by Renault like an iron tower.

Tracy smiled but didn't speak. She walked up to Anne. "How's it going, honey? Do you like it?"

"Yes, very much. It's so beautiful." Annie quickly kissed Tracy on the face and continued to look at her car.

This Porsche GT is full of momentum and expansion, with muscle plates extending backward from the headlights on the left and right sides. A lot of design inspiration comes from the Le Mans endurance champion 911GT1. It is positioned for Ferrari's flagship sports car, which is comparable to Enzo in terms of price and performance.

"This car is not next year..."

"I have my own way. Get in the car. Let's try. Do you drive or I drive..." Tracy directly opened the cab door without much explanation. He couldn't mention the car he wanted unless it wasn't produced.

Tracy was just about to get into the cab when Anne got in first.

"Of course I'll drive. I'll take you for a ride, honey." Annie smiled and touched the steering wheel.

"Shit, slow down and be careful..." Tracy quickly fastened his seat belt. The sudden inertia just now almost hit his head.

The car rushed out of the parking lot. When it got there, it was a sharp turn. Tracy loudly reminded her that Annie ignored it and continued to accelerate.

Female driver... Special sister, unreliable, can't roll over.

"OK, you drive." Tracy glanced and sat in the co pilot. Before he fastened his seat belt, he heard the "boom" and rushed out of the car.

"Boss, hurry up. Miss Hathaway's skills don't seem to be very good..." buck and Renault got on the car immediately. Buck said with some worry.

Renault a black line, immediately started the car, "I know, you have done it."

Renault directly stepped on the accelerator to the end, but he was convinced that how could this Mercedes catch up with Porsche.

"Wow, that's great. I'm the star of the new era of Porsche. I have a 5.7L naturally aspirated V10 engine, a central engine drive system, 612 horsepower, and only 3.9 seconds for 100 meters. I feel that its speed has no upper limit, and I can be faster." Anne shouted excitedly, her long hair dancing in the air by the wind.

Tracy took a smoke from the corner of her mouth and regretted taking out the car.

Always mention Ferrari Enzo and Enzo to me. With this car, I shouldn't say any more.

Annie hinted at the Enzo that Tracy gave Natalie. Be careful, Tracy is not clear. This time it is a balance. This Porsche carreragt can be comparable to Ferrari Enzo.

This car is top-notch in appearance, power configuration and interior decoration. It's good overall. The only thing is that the seats are a little speechless. Although it uses genuine leather, it's uncomfortable to sit. It's too hard.

Annie won't notice this little flaw. What she pursues is speed and excitement.

Also, she can finally be on an equal footing with Natalie, but she has always been jealous of the other party's top sports car like Enzo.

The car ran wildly on line 1 for about half an hour and returned to Malibu Castle villa.

As soon as she got off the bus, Anne ran upstairs, took down her digital camera and changed into a long red dress.

"Honey, take some pictures of me." she handed Tracy the camera and went to the car to pose.

Tracy raised the camera with a wry smile. Then he could think of what Anne would do after taking the picture.

Sure enough, after taking more than ten or twenty photos, Anne took the camera back to her bedroom and saved the photos in the computer.

"Honey, I send a blog. You have to leave me a message."

"I see. I'll take a bath first. Do you want to join me?"

Tracy said, took off her clothes, threw them on the ground and went into the bathroom.

"I'll come in a minute." Annie quickly boarded her blog. Hum, dead woman, let you show off to me again. I have what you have.

Tracy just took a shower and felt the warm water washing her body.

"Honey, how's my driving skill?"

Annie's voice came into her ears, and she saw two white arms around her chest.

"You have to practice more. It's not very stable," Tracy said sideways.

"Really, you practice with me?"

"Yes, automatic or manual."