cry that scum

Chapter 38

Sweetheart is of course more important than anything else.

Lan Jing felt that he could understand very well.

He tapped his knuckles on the body of the Kawasaki Ninja H2R and drove to the specialty store.

"Mr. Lan, hey, you're here, hurry up and sit inside," the product manager greeted him with a smile on his face, "You're here to pick up the helmet, I promised to give you one more, but we forgot when you left yesterday ,I'm really sorry."

"not me......"

As soon as Lan Jing opened his mouth, the product manager made coffee for him and said, "You can see what color you like later, pick one, and I'll pick it up for you. In fact, just call us and we'll send it to you. Don't worry. You make this trip."

Lan Jing was a little overwhelmed by the other party's polite "you".

Taking advantage of the account manager's silence, he quickly said, "I'm here to..."

"By the way, Mr. Lan, how is your experience with H2R? Are you satisfied? Is there anything that needs to be adjusted? I asked our staff to help you. If you need maintenance, you can come here at any time. We will It will be maintained for you for free for one year, after that we will follow..."

Lan Jing, "..."

You are so polite, I am so embarrassed to return the goods.

"Wait," Lan Jing cleared his throat, and raised his hand to interrupt the other party's eloquence.

"You said." The account manager immediately stopped talking.

Lan Jing shook the car keys in his hand, and said lightly, "I'm here to return the goods."

The professional smile on the account manager's face gradually disappeared.

Lan Jing said again, "I lied to you."

account Manager,"……"

"Give me the hat, I want the red one." Lan Jing stretched out his hand.

Coming out of the Kawasaki specialty store, Lan Jing drove out of the city and onto the abandoned highway that he and Cong Lang had walked on before.

Lan Jing was in a good mood and pressed the horn for a long time as he rushed all the way.

He came to the end of the last stop - the edge of the wild lake.

The bottomless water in the lake has completely dried up, and the grass is growing wildly inside.

Lan Jing slowed down the speed of the car, he circled the lake for half a circle, and went up the mountain behind it.

Cong Lang once said that he and his brothers would occasionally compete here.

Lan Jing kept in mind the route and walked slowly towards the top of the mountain.

Sure enough, at the top, he saw a group of young people leaning on the locomotive talking and laughing happily.

When those people saw Lan Jing, they were stunned for a while, then looked at the H2R under his crotch, and said with a smile, "Brother, come to the game? You look so raw."

Lan Jing didn't speak, he buckled the goggles on his helmet, and raised his chin towards those people.

"Yo!"

Someone blew a whistle and looked at each other. This is to kick the game.

All the people present are good at playing with cars, so of course they are not afraid of this kind of provocation.

Among them, a young man in a leather jacket jumped down from the mound where he was squatting, drove the car to the same position as Lan Jing, then stroked his fingerless gloves and looked at Lan Jing and said, "Brother, let's compare one game?"

"How do you compare?" Lan Jing asked.

"The rule is very simple, whoever crosses the road sign at the foot of the mountain first wins."

Lan Jing nodded, indicating that he understood.

The locomotives on both sides began to warm up, and the huge roar of the engine resounded through the entire mountain forest, and some people roared and screamed excitedly.

One minute later, the small yellow flag for the start of the race was waved down, and both locomotives rushed out like arrows off the string.

Everyone excitedly gathered around their laptops to watch the live video sent back.

The first part of the road was a straight road. After running for a long time, the mountain road turned into nine bends and eighteen bends, and some places even turned 180 degrees. If you are not careful, the locomotive will lose control and fall off the cliffs on both sides.

"Fuck! Awesome!"

After Lan Jing rushed through the two steepest curves almost close to the ground, someone let out an admiration.

Before half the distance, the leather-clothed youth who was competing with him had already been overtaken by one and a half curves.

Although the youth's skills are not the best among these people, they are not in the worst wave either.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, knowing that today they met a master.

"This must be at the same level as Brother Cong, right? Professional? 6!"

Lan Jing swept to the bottom of the mountain at a speed like chasing the wind and lightning, and when he turned back, there was no figure of a young man in leather behind him.

He hooked his lips, and the car sped away on the way it came without slowing down.

After getting addicted to speed and passion, Lan Jing decided to keep this iron guy that he bought for 70 yuan.

He can play by himself, so why should he wait for Cong to join him.

Lan Jing was secretly cursing himself when the phone in his pocket rang suddenly.

He didn't stop until he drove the car outside the Blue Night Bar, and then he took out his phone and took a look.

Missed call: Cong Sao Bao.

Gee.

Lan Jing pouted, and called back.

"What? Why don't you call me if you don't accompany your sweetheart?"

Cong Lang chuckled, "I miss you."

Lan Jing said, "Being mad at another man next to my sweetheart, are you talking humanly? You deserve to be single and can't catch up with anyone."

"I really can't catch up, so I can make do with you."

Lan Jing snorted, asked for a glass of cold beer at the front desk, then found a quieter place and sat down.

"Did you go racing today?" Cong Lang had enough jokes and changed the subject.

Lan Jing replied lazily, "Well, those people's skills are not as good as yours, so they're boring."

Cong Lang laughed twice, his voice was already deep and sexy, but once again, it was as if a tiny electric current had penetrated into his ears.

Lan Jing held the phone away from his ears, and then calmly rubbed his slightly uncomfortable waist. Unexpectedly, he remembered the sound of Cong Sao immersed in desire when he was wrapped on the bed. Intriguing gasps.

Gee!

Could it be that he was infected by this doggy thing?

Lan Jing looked around, took advantage of no one's attention, quickly tugged on his pants, and then crossed his legs to block the part where he had a reaction.

"Lan Xiaojing, are you listening?" the other end of the phone asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Lan Jing came back to his senses, and quickly coughed twice, "Just now the wine was spilled, what did you say?"

He didn't even realize Cong Lang's change of address to him.

"Someone of them opened a racing club and asked if you are interested in joining the team?" Cong Lang said.

Those people sent the fresh video to Cong Lang shortly after Lan Jing left.

Lan Jing rode the best, and the gang of masochists were very excited by the driving skills of their members.

He also said that he found someone who could compete with Cong Lang.

As a result, Cong Lang said he knew him.

A person who runs the racing club inside immediately begged Cong Lang to persuade Lan Jing to join the club no matter what.

Lan Jing raised his eyebrows after hearing this, "Have you entered yet?"

"No." Cong Lang said.

"Then I won't go either." Lan Jing said smoothly.

When Cong Lang heard this, he teased, "Like me? You're not my wife, so there's no need for you to sing along."

"Show face, Young Master Cong." Lan Jing sighed.