"But can you drive?" Tang Zhongwei is very worried. If she is not proficient in driving, even if she drives a very ordinary car, she is very prone to accidents.
Moreover, this is a professional stadium, with many sharp turns and a Porsche 911 with great horsepower. I''m not familiar with the car and the road. I don''t need to feel strange even if I hit the wall.
"A little." Huo Bufan smiled.
Tang Zhongwei looked at him and inexplicably felt a kind of self-confidence. Huo Bufan spoke modestly, but she could see that this man should not be very strange to cars.
In fact, only a few people know many things that Huo Bufan is good at. Most of the things he experiences in anonymity. In the eyes of the vast majority of people, he is always a mature and stable young master, rather than a little expert who can drive fast, fry vegetables and stocks.
Even Tang Zhongwei doesn''t know these things.
At this time, Lin qiaomeng came over and said with a smile: "don''t say we bully you. Give you two laps to get familiar with the field, and find someone to help you press the car."
Then a young woman came over, took the initiative to hold Huo Bufan''s arm, smiled and said, "little brother, you are so handsome, you must be better than them. I''ll cheer you on!"
Looking at the young woman''s intimate movements, Tang Zhongwei felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Maybe it''s because the man in front of her is so similar to her fiance that she has an unspeakable desire for control.
Tang Zhongwei''s heart was more comfortable than love. He didn''t get knocked down by beauty. He drew his arms out of his arms. "Sorry, the perfume on your body makes me feel shy. I prefer a light taste, like the one on Miss Tang."
This made several people stunned, and then looked at Tang Zhongwei strangely.
Tang Zhongwei''s cheeks are slightly red. According to people''s common moral concepts, praising a woman''s good smell is tantamount to expressing a good impression.
Of course, if you feel the same way about him, that''s good. Otherwise, it''s flirting or frivolous.
Tang Zhongwei doesn''t hate Huo Bufan''s statement. Instead, she will feel faint joy in her heart.
Her joy is purely because of being praised, not because of her feelings for Huo Bufan.
The girl''s heart is all hung on her fiance. No matter how good other men are, they will only make her curious and will not have other ideas.
Even if there is, it will be forcibly suppressed, because from a very young age, her greatest wish is to marry Huo Bufan.
Since Huo Bufan refused the woman, as a reward, Tang Zhongwei simply said, "let me have a car with you."
In doing so, one is to give Huo Bufan face, and the other is to use his own existence to make those people have a little scruples and not to do things too much.
Huo Bufan didn''t refuse. Lin qiaomeng said, "you have to be careful and fasten your seat belt in case he crashes..."
"Hello..."
Seeing Tang Zhongwei pouting to express her dissatisfaction, Lin qiaomeng stopped.
I don''t know whether it was for tit for tat or the original agreement. Tang Zhongwei got on Huo Bufan''s car, and Lin qiaomeng got on the Ferrari.
As for the girl who was rejected, she went to Lamborghini.
When Huo Bufan also got on the bus, Tang Zhongwei had fastened her seat belt. She looked a little nervous, but she still tried her best to make her tone look less unacceptable: "drive slowly later, I''m afraid I''m carsick."
From childhood to childhood, Tang Zhongwei''s daily trips are picked up and sent by luxury cars. Riding a bicycle may be more rare for a rich woman like her than ordinary people by plane.
Therefore, she can''t get carsick. At least Huo Bufan hasn''t heard of it.
"Don''t be so nervous. I drive steadily." Huo Bufan said with a smile. At the same time, release the handbrake and start in gear.
This rare manual sports car in China moved steadily into the nearby track entrance.
Behind him came the roar of the engine, and the Lamborghini lp750 rushed out of the main driver like a rocket, so fast that even the glass was shaking.
Subsequently, the Ferrari in which Lin qiaomeng sat also drove out, with the same speed.
To be exact, only Huo Bufan is the slowest on the whole track. So far, he has only engaged third gear and runs slowly at a speed of no more than 40 kilometers per hour.
He ran slowly, but Tang Zhongwei settled down. At least this speed will not cause accidents easily.
However, a few minutes later, Lamborghini ran past again. At the same time, the window fell and a hand came out.
The thumb of that hand was down and expressed a very clear message: "you''re too rubbish!"
Tang Zhongwei subconsciously looked at Huo Bufan and noticed that although he glanced at the hand, he didn''t react much. She still drove steadily around the track.
Then Ferrari followed. Instead of racing the second lap like Lamborghini, it fell to the same speed as Huo Bufan.
The window of the co driver''s seat fell, and Lin qiaomeng''s face came out. She shouted to Huo Bufan, "Hey, how can you drive like an old man? Aren''t you afraid of flameout?"
Wang Minghai, who was in the driver''s seat, also looked at Huo Bufan with an undisguised sneer on his face and said, "I thought how powerful it was, that''s it? If I had known, I would have called you to go to the go kart for children. "
"That won''t work. The go kart is faster than him." Lin qiaomeng said with a smile.
When the window rose, Ferrari accelerated faster than Huo Bufan, and said goodbye to the right at the moment of surpassing.
Huo Bufan had to turn the steering wheel and slow down to stop to prevent him from hitting it.
Tang Zhongwei was startled, but saw that Ferrari had gone arrogantly.
She was very angry: "how this man drives is too much!"
But she also knows that these people don''t care about a seven figure entry-level sports car. It''s no big deal. Nothing else matters more than fun.
It can only be said that these rich families are too idle and too rich.
They don''t know how hard it is to make money. They only know that spending money is like running water. In the long run, they will develop this character of fearlessness.
From the rearview mirror, I saw that the Porsche 911 stopped on the track. Lin qiaomeng smiled and covered his stomach. Don''t stop the car just once. What a loser!
As for Wang Minghai, he despised Huo Bufan to the extreme. In his opinion, this man was simply insulting himself.
Just admit it honestly. Why bother yourself.
In addition to Wang Minghai and them, there are other cars on the track. Some car owners are grumpy. When they drive nearby, they see a car parked in the middle of the road and can only slow down. When passing by, falling down the window is a scolding.
No matter who you are, they come here in the same circle. They don''t know you well. There''s no need to save face.
Those people scolded so badly that Tang Zhongwei couldn''t listen.
In particular, the Lamborghini had finished the second lap and caught up. He stopped beside Huo Bufan. The young man sitting in the main driver''s seat looked arrogant and compared Huo Bufan with his middle finger: "waste! If you don''t have this ability, why do you come here to make a fool of yourself! "
The young woman who was rejected by Huo Bufan shouted at Huo Bufan with the same smile: "little brother, you don''t look good. Do you need to mend your body?"
What they said was ugly. Maybe it was because Huo Bufan didn''t respond, which made them feel cowardly and more unscrupulous.
In the end, even Huo Bufan''s parents took it with them.
Those words were hard to hear. Tang Zhongwei couldn''t help but want to fight back, but when she looked at Huo Bufan, she found that the man was looking at herself.
In his eyes, he couldn''t see too much anger, but his eyes let Tang Zhongwei understand something.
Anyone who encounters such a situation will want to counter attack. Even if he has a good temper, he can''t really let others scold him.
Aware of Huo Bufan''s idea, Tang Zhongwei hesitated, and then touched the seat belt buckle. After confirming that it was inserted, she raised her hand and grabbed the auxiliary handle above.
Huo Bufan knew that she had understood her meaning. She pressed the button on the window with her left hand, and the window closed slowly, isolating the angry voice.