If he hadn't carried himself, he would have been ahead of him.

At this moment, Shan Yiqian had forgotten that she was forced, but was thinking that she was dragging him down.

"Zhou Yunliang!"

Suddenly, she called his name.

Zhou Yunliang looked at her side.

She saw the smile on the corner of his mouth.

So beautiful, so gorgeous.

It may not be appropriate to describe a man as beauty or erotic.

But it seems that there is no better word.

"We..." Will we lose?

Before she could finish her words, she heard Zhou Yunliang's voice floating in the wind and in her ears.

"hold me!"

He said.

Shan Yiqian closed her eyes tightly and hugged him tightly! They will win.

She suddenly knew.

Just know.

Then, they won.

Within a few seconds of overtaking, Zhou Yunliang pressed the edge and put the line, winning the victory in the most dangerous way.

He was carrying Akane to win.

The two crossed the finish line together.

Han Ji, who had already followed the rest of the people to come and wait, saw them crossing the line first, jumped up excitedly and grabbed a boy beside him.

"Win! Win!"

The boy: "..."                                                             

"Senior!"

Excited, he blurted out.

Zhou Yunliang's long legs were supported on the ground. Hearing this, he smiled faintly, stretched out his fist and touched Han Ji for a moment, and turned around to look at her.

Shan Yiqian didn't come back to her senses until his warm palm fell on her head.

"We won."

He said it was relaxed, as if he had never experienced the thrilling adventure just now.

"……madman."

She said.

He smiled overbearingly.

"madman!"

She said he was a lunatic and he could laugh.

Jumped off the motorcycle, Shan Yiqian walked forward with big strides.

Zhou Yunliang caught up with her and grabbed her wrist, "Where to go?"

"Let me go!"

He hugged her into his arms, and he lowered his head to her face and smiled, "Scared?"

Shan Yiqian looked at him and clearly heard the sound of her heartbeat.

How sad.

Even though he did so many unforgivable things to her, even if he killed their children with his own hands, she was still moved by him.

She felt sad for herself.

"Um?

Why don’t you speak?”

"Can you let me go?"

"cannot."

“…”                                                              

You must be scared."

Zhou Yunliang gathered his arms and hugged her tighter.

"I didn't say that I won't let you have any trouble."

"Let me go, let go."

Shan Yiqian struggled and pushed him hard with her hands.

But Zhou Yunliang was like a mountain. No matter how hard she had to lose her power, she could not separate the distance between the two.

When she was tired, she gave up struggling and let him hold her.

At an angle she couldn't see, the corners of his lips curled upwards, obviously very pleasant.

Han Ji, not far behind the two, touched the tip of his nose and silently turned his head away.

"That..."                                                             �

He stood there frowned and stared at Zhou Yunliang, "Who are you?"

Zhou Yunliang let go of Shan Yiqian, and in order to prevent her from running away, he still circled her wrists.

Shan Yiqian: "..."                                                            

The boy has only heard of that kind of curve technique and that method in rumors.

"Are you l?"

What l?

Shan Yiqian frowned and looked at Zhou Yunliang.

What other identity does he have that she doesn't know?

Zhou Yunliang was cold but smiled but said nothing.

"Hi, little brat."

At this time, Han Ji walked up and hooked the boy's shoulder, "If you have anything, talk to me."

"I won't talk to you!"

The boy frowned and gave Han Ji a hand.

Han Jileng was not careful and could not dodge, and after being hit, his face turned red.

He was actually attacked by a little brat! “It seems that your close combat class was in vain.”

The male voice is faint.

Han Ji widened his eyes in disbelief and stuttered in fear, "No, no, boss, I didn't waste it! Absolutely no!"

"Go back and make up for some more classes."

Zhou Yunliang said.

Han Ji opened his mouth wide, and he wanted to cry without tears.

Glazing at the motorcycle boy, Han Ji wanted to get rid of him! God knows that the close combat class arranged by the boss for him was all retired special forces! Han Ji fell into the hands of the coach, and that was to die, and life was worse than death.

Looking at Zhou Yunliang, the young man still refused to give up, "Are you l?"

"Xiaozhi, what's wrong?"

The young man's companion came over and stood behind him, obviously supporting him.

The boy named Xiaozhi showed a disdainful expression, "Yes, no, no, are you a man? Say something!"

"Xiaozhi, do you doubt him?"

"right!"

Xiaozhi's eyes were as sharp as a torch, staring at Zhou Yunliang, "I've seen an L match once before. Are you L, are you?"

"Xiaozhi, you said he is l?"

"You said he is the God of the Car?"

Wait, the god of the car?
To be continued...