Chapter 73

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. The forty-two bends of banguan mountain are like a silver winding on the rolling mountains. Ding Xuanyao has been running since she was ten years old. Whether it's competition, practice or distraction, every street lamp, every road sign, every flower and tree here has witnessed her growth.

Nanshankou is a place where countless mountain racing enthusiasts gather. The elevated lights illuminate the place with a radius of tens of meters like day. A three lane road is separated by iron railings, and a two lane road is used as the starting point of the track. From a distance, Ding Xuanyao saw a group of young people gathered on the left road. After a sudden brake, the home car stopped steadily in the driveway.

Ding Xuanyao jumped out of the car, climbed over the stone railing and rushed into the crowd. Two young people reached out to stop her and pushed her back a few steps.

Ding Xuanyao glanced sideways at Zhuo junfan who was sitting on the roof of a white Ferrari and shouted to the person who stopped her: "get out of the way!"

The two young men not only didn't let her go, but also stood in front of her with their hands around their chests, making her unable to move forward.

Ding Xuanyao vaguely saw a figure curled up on the ground and rolled back and forth in front of him. It seemed very painful. Several pairs of big feet stood beside him.

"Abba, Abba!" Ding Xuanyao shouted wildly. Regardless of the people who stopped her, she desperately wanted to rush over. "Abba... Abba..."

The number of people who stopped her increased from two to four, holding her arm to prevent her from passing. Ding Xuanyao's hard struggle was useless. She could only watch those big feet kick on her father one after another.

"Abba -" Ding Xuanyao cried. The fear in her chest was about to make her out of breath. That year, her mother had an accident because of her racing car

At this time, Lin Ruicheng also arrived at the nanshankou. He got out of the car and strode over. With one hand, he clamped Ding Xuanyao's hand on his arm and twisted it hard. A young man fell to the ground in pain and shouted.

Lin Ruicheng holds Ding Xuanyao in his arms and looks cold at the young people around him. Several other young people didn't know what the situation was. They just watched their companions on the ground roll with pain.

The group was stunned by Lin Ruicheng's momentum, looked at him carefully, saw the evil spirit on him, and the back of his neck couldn't help but feel a little cold.

"Who are you?" One of the young people asked coldly.

At this time, Zhuo junfan, who had been sitting on the roof of the white Ferrari, jumped down and walked into the crowd of young people. The young people automatically stepped back and gave up the position of leader.

Zhuo junfan stood in front of him in a racing suit, with a cold pride on his face that was very inconsistent with himself. He looked at the man who looked after Ding Xuanyao and at Ding Xuanyao who gnashed his teeth at her. "Who is he?"

Ding Xuanyao moved her shoulders twice and loosened Lin Ruicheng's arms. "Zhuo junfan, you are too much! What are you? If you have the ability, come to me and bully an old man!"

Zhuo junfan chuckled and looked back at Ding Dazhong who fell to the ground. "Old man? Where is uncle Ding old? He is still as beautiful as he was in those days."

He glared at Zhuo junfan and ignored him, "Abba -"

Ding Xuanyao picked up Ding Dazhong. Ding Dazhong's forehead was slightly bruised. Some long and curly hair was tied at the back of his head. Now it was scattered and mixed with sweat on his face. It was both vicissitudes and embarrassment. His white T-shirt was messed up and covered with dust and stains on the ground. The once injured trouser leg had been torn, Wooden sandals were also thrown aside.

Ding Xuanyao is heartbroken. Her father loves his image very much. How can these people... It's not enough to hurt people, but also humiliate him.

"Abba! Abba!"

Ding Dazhong leisurely opened his eyes and looked at his daughter's familiar face. The once gorgeous face is now dirty and hurt. "Abba is really old. Cough... If it were just these hairy boys before, I wouldn't pay attention to it at all, cough..."

"Abba." Ding Xuanyao jiaochen, then put on his shoes for Ding Dazhong, carefully looked at Ding Dazhong's injury, determined that there was no bleeding, and then supported Ding Dazhong. "Dad, let's go."

"Ding Xuanyao, we haven't finished our business yet. Aren't you afraid that I'll invite uncle Ding to blow the night wind of banguan mountain?" Zhuo junfan put his hands around his chest and narrowed his smiling eyes into two curved crescent moons, which made Ding Xuanyao breathe.

"Didn't you say you would come to you if you had any skills? Now you're here, um... The car is also here. Is this a good time?"

"I don't want to race with you. Just think I lost. I lost." Ding Xuanyao roared angrily,

How could Zhuo junfan let Ding Xuanyao go like this? He finally made such a bad move and led Ding Xuanyao to banguan mountain. He said that he had to compete in this competition before he could go. He wanted to win this competition.

"No, you must compete with me! You owe me this. If that bastard Tang Mu didn't tamper with my car secretly in that competition, how could you have a chance to win." The snipe and clam fight, so that Ding Xuanyao gets the first. How can he be reconciled.

"You go first." Lin Ruicheng stepped forward and stood between Ding Xuanyao and Zhuo junfan, with a frightening cold light in his dark eyes.

Zhuo junfan, the second childe of Zhuo's industry, won the first championship of his professional racing career at the British racetrack at the age of 15, so as to enter the field of formula racing and become the youngest international formula driver. This childe who only thinks about racing and never cares about family business has created a famous name in the professional racing industry in the past two years.

Zhuo junfan sneered and didn't pay attention to Lin Ruicheng. When he crossed Lin Ruicheng, his peach eyes bent slightly, "Ding Xuanyao, if you don't compete with me, I'll tell the world tomorrow that you let men give * * *."

This remark was like a bolt from the blue, and everyone present was stunned.

"You -" Ding Xuanyao was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He really dared to use any bad moves for the game.

"Xiao junfan, how can you slander Yao Yao's reputation? You've all been classmates since childhood. Don't you know what kind of person she is?" Ding Dazhong said in a hurry.

"Uncle Ding, I really don't know what kind of person she is. I just want her to compete with me. What's the matter with her evasion!"

Zhuo junfan took a mobile phone from his companion and showed the picture on the display screen. In the picture, a girl leaned weakly and helplessly in the arms of a man. The man was affectionate and full, and the woman was sad and moving. At first glance, it was like a movie poster.

"Tut Tut, tut Tut, it's really tight."

Lin Ruicheng frowned. Just now, he was in a hurry. He didn't notice that someone took a picture secretly.

Ding Xuanyao was stunned there. The moon tonight was very bright, reflecting her skin white and transparent. The cool night wind drove the hair in her ear, and her face was mottled with tears.

Suddenly, Lin Ruicheng took Ding Xuanyao's hand. "If you don't want to compete, take your father and leave here first. They won't do anything with me."

Ding Xuanyao looks back at Lin Ruicheng. If she leaves like this, he will fight with these people. Even if he is good at martial arts, his fists are difficult to defeat his four legs, and he still has injuries.

I escaped this time. Next time, with Zhuo junfan's personality, I won't carry out this competition. I'm afraid it will haunt her all her life.

"Can you take care of my father?"

"Don't go." Lin Ruicheng said coldly to Ding Xuanyao that Zhuo junfan was prepared and wanted to win the game. If he cheated in order to win, it doesn't matter if he lost the game, but the terrain of this half pass mountain is dangerous. If he is a little worse, he will be killed.

In a flash, the dark eyes stared at Zhuo junfan again, "Zhuo Er childe, you want to compete, I'll compare with you."

Zhuo junfan looked at Lin Ruicheng faintly. The man's eyes were sharp and his temperament was evil. He looked familiar. After listening to him call himself childe Zhuo, it seems that the other party should know him.

"I said, this is between me and Xuanyao. Don't mix it up." Zhuo junfan looked around at this man and woman. Did he just say that he was right? Was Ding Xuanyao really raised by this man? Did Ding Xuanyao come with this man at their company's annual reception last time?

Ding Xuanyao, you will lose!

The surrounding air pressure drops. Ding Xuanyao gently pulls the corner of Lin Ruicheng's clothes, signals him not to be angry, and then turns to Zhuo junfan.

"Zhuo junfan, I'll compete with you. Today I'll let you know how to write the word death."

"That's right. This is Ding Xuanyao I know." Zhuo junfan clapped and let out a loud whistle, "prepare for the game."

"Oh..."

The group of young people with Zhuo junfan applauded and shouted, and now the atmosphere was boiling.

Ding Xuanyao sat Ding Dazhong on a big stone beside the cliff. From this position, you can see the whole mountain into your eyes.

"Abba."

Ding Dazhong touched his daughter's head. He also heard about the race that year. At that time, Zhuo junfan was the hot one to win the first prize. However, veteran Tang Mu always dominated the racing industry. The two fought openly and secretly, but unexpectedly, his daughter's dark horse won the first place. Zhuo junfan always believed that he should be the first in that race. If there was no car failure in the middle, Ding Xuanyao could not win him, so he was always unwilling. I always thought Ding Xuanyao beat him just by stealth.

But who is better in today's game? Ding Dazhong believes that her daughter's mentality in racing in recent years has already won all her opponents.

"Go, Abba believes you."

"Yes."

Ding Xuanyao stood up and glanced at Lin Ruicheng standing next to him. He was cold and frowned deeply. She knew that he was suffering. With his strange temper, no one should have been angry with him.

Drum mouth, sigh.

I don't want you to come. You have to take care of it. You can't find happiness for yourself.

"I'll be fine."

Her eyes were moist and quiet, with affirmation and relief. Lin Ruicheng wants to protect her, but she is not as delicate as she thought. Lin Ruicheng has a mixed heart because of the frustration of male chauvinism and the pride of his beloved woman.

"Put it on."

Zhuo junfan handed a headset to Ding Xuanyao. Ding Xuanyao didn't answer it. Zhuo junfan directly put it on her ear, "don't think about deliberately losing to me."

Ding Xuanyao gouged out his eyes, directly sat in the car and fastened his seat belt. Her eyes looked at the man who had been watching her from the rearview mirror. At the corner of her suit, she saw a gesture of praise.

The race officially began. The family car and Ferrari were ready to go, waiting for the man in the middle of the track to drop his password and gesture.

“5,4,3。”

“2。”

“1。GO！”