Lucky to Have You Till the End

Seeing them kissing, there were countless screams and roars all around.

After a short kiss, Mo Chiwei released Tang Xinyan, her eyes filled with water, shining brightly, and he stretched out his long arms and hugged her into his arms.

She leaned on his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, and said with a swallow, "Wei Mo Chi, you must pay attention to safety."

Mo Chiwei hummed lowly.

He released her, turned around, and signed the certificate of life and death to Brother Biao.

Tang Xinyan watched him walk towards that cool StreetGlide locomotive, her hands were twisted together.

Mo Chiwei, why do you treat me so well?

How can you keep my distance like this? How to protect your heart?

Stepping onto the locomotive, before Mo Chi put on his helmet, he looked deeply at Tang Xinyan who was trembling in the night wind.

His eyes were deep and intoxicating like a whirlpool, as if to swallow her in.

Tang Xinyan's tightly pressed lips trembled slightly, and her bright red eyes revealed the tension in her heart.

Mo Chi Wei took his gaze back first. He put on his helmet and held the handle with his leather gloved hands.

On the track, the engine roared, screamed and screamed, and the noise shook the sky.

Brother Biao gave an order, gunshots rang, and more than a dozen cool and luxurious motorcycles galloped away.

Tang Xinyan's heart also mentioned her throat.

The mountain road is rugged and steep, and the wheels and the ground are constantly rubbing with a sharp sound. Biao brother has installed monitors on each section of the road, and people watching through the large screen can clearly see the car race.

Seeing a motorcycle hitting a cliff and overturning, and the racer being bounced under the cliff, Tang Xinyan's forehead was caught in cold sweat.

Five minutes later, the racer Fu Sichen invited was knocked over by one of the racers, and he fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

Tang Xinyan's gaze had been staring at the black locomotive that took the lead.

Before long, two racers under Mo Chiwei and Biao were left on the dangerous mountain road.

Tang Xinyan learned that the racers invited by Brother Biao are among the top three in the world, and Mo Chiwei is even comparable to them.

Tang Xinyan was secretly shocked, how much of this man did not know her?

Brother Biao is here.

People who were confident in him could win the game, but now they have a dark horse. If this situation continues, his people may not be able to win.

A dark bird flashed in his eyes, and he whispered a few words into the headset.

...

When Mo Chiwei turned a corner, he noticed that the two cars behind him suddenly speeded up and attacked him from left to right. A dangerous cold light flashed in his deep pupils.

Turning the corner, he slowed down, and when one of the motorcycles was about to approach him, he spotted his position, accelerated, changed lanes, and then slanted into the car and slammed into the car.

The whole movement was smooth, agile, and brave, all in one go, leaving the opponent with no room for counterattack.

The car didn't expect that Lieutenant Mo Chi would counterattack, and the speed was so fast that it made people stunned. When it reacted, he had already fallen off the cliff with the car.

In the end, only one car was left to drive side by side with Mo Chi. On the last lap, Mo Chi saw that the other party took out a black pistol from his arms and aimed at his back. His handsome face sank slightly, and the corners of his mouth were cold. laugh.

This kind of competition has never been fair. Whoever rushes to the end is the winner.

...

With a ‘bang’ gunshot, the racing picture on the screen suddenly disappeared.

Tang Xinyan's heart was so nervous that it almost jumped out of her throat in an instant.

Was Wei Mo Chi shot?