After calming down, Lu Wanwan's hands stopped shaking and she could peel the lobsters by herself. While eating, she was struggling with whether she should expose Zhao Jingxing.

She didn't understand why Zhao Jingxing asked Nanchen and Leng Zhifeng to protect him without telling her?

Doing good deeds without leaving a name?

Even worse than the three-good students.

However, hearing Nanchen's words such as "young master" and "expelled", as well as the guns in He Cheng's hands and Nanchen's guns in the battle with He Cheng, it all sounded like a gang fight in the movies...

She knew that Zhao Jingxing's identity was mysterious, but she didn't know it was so mysterious.

Because it's hard to say, so it's inconvenient to tell her?

Lu Wanwan looked up at him with a complicated look.

Zhao Jingxing thought she was worried about Han Jingmo, frowned, and handed her a peeled lobster: "I told you I could find it for you."

Lu Wanwan said, and her mood became more complicated. Before, Zhao Jingxing helped her find Jiang Mingshu's information, so she owed Zhao Jingxing a favor. Before that, Zhao Jingxing asked Nanchen Lengzhifeng to protect him, so she owed him another favor. Now he helped her find Han Jingmo, so she owed him another favor...

Too much debt is not a burden.

Worry can't be relieved.

After eating four pounds of lobster, Han Jingmo still hasn't come back. It's almost dawn, and it's estimated that he won't come back today.

It was not good to let Zhao Jingxing wait with him all the time, so Lu Wanwan said, "Let's go home first."

Zhao Jingxing patted the back seat of the motorcycle: "Go for a ride?"

"Where to?"

"You choose."

"Then let's go to the south of the city." Lu Wanwan blurted out, and only then realized that she actually reported the residence of Han Jingmo's grandfather. Subconsciously, she still wanted to go to the grandfather's house to find Han Jingmo.

Zhao Jingxing raised the corners of his lips and smiled with an ambiguous smile: "Get in the car."

Lu Wanwan wanted to say that he didn't want to go, and they should go home separately, but Zhao Jingxing had already handed him the helmet.

There were almost no cars on the highway late at night.

Zhao Jingxing was driving very fast. Lu Wanwan grabbed his clothes with both hands. He felt scared but also excited. He even wanted him to go faster.

A few minutes later, a light suddenly shone from behind him, blindingly bright.

Then, seven or eight lights shone one after another, as if they were turned on one by one.

Lu Wanwan looked back in confusion. There were seven or eight heavy motorcycles coming, like a group of people racing late at night.

Those people kept a distance from them, but they could be seen speeding up a little bit, but they could never overtake Zhao Jingxing.

They followed him at two intersections, and there was no sign of stopping.

"Are they racing with you?" Lu Wanwan raised her voice and shouted in his ear.

"Yeah." Zhao Jingxing answered nonchalantly, but the speed of the motorcycle increased again.

Lu Wanwan's body froze, and she grabbed his clothes tighter. The speed was really too fast. She had never been on such a fast car.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Jingxing took the initiative to stop at the side of the road.

The people behind him also stopped and shouted, "What happened? Why did you stop?"

"Don't follow." Zhao Jingxing turned around, put his right index finger and middle finger together, and made a gesture.

"Where are we going?" A yellow-haired man in the group of people said excitedly: "It's been a long time since we last met. We must have a match today!"

Lu Wanwan was surprised. Zhao Jingxing knew these people?

"No time." Zhao Jingxing refused coldly, started the engine and wanted to leave.

But at this moment, a slightly immature voice suddenly sounded: "Brother, is this your girlfriend? Introduce her."

Lu Wanwan almost spit out tears and immediately turned around to see a person with gray hair speaking. The voice was immature and the person was not very old, looking only 17 or 18 years old.

But, brother?

I haven't heard that Zhao Jingxing has a younger brother.

The next moment, Zhao Jingxing said in disgust: "Don't call me that, who is your brother."

Grandma Hui smiled, refreshing and handsome: "It's okay to call you grandpa, but brother, you must compete with me today. I have been practicing for half a month since I lost last time. No, "Grandma Hui frowned and looked at Lu Wanwan who was wearing a helmet: "I haven't answered the question just now. Are you my brother's girlfriend?"

Lu Wanwan coughed lightly: "No."

"No? Then you sit in the back seat of my brother?"

Lu Wanwan was confused. Can't he sit?

"Don't be shy, if it is, it is, I'm not making fun of you." Grandma Hui said jokingly.

Lu Wanwan shook his head and explained again: "Really not."

"Okay." Zhao Jingxing looked at Nainahui: "Don't follow me, I have something to do today."

"Well, brother, whenever you are free, just call me. I'll be waiting for you anytime, day or night." After saying this, Nainahui suddenly hissed in confusion: "Not quite right, why do I feel that this young lady's voice sounds familiar?"

Lu Wanwan was surprised. Just a few words, and she felt familiar?

But in this case, this Nainahui classmate may have seen her movie, because the original soundtrack used in the movie, so it sounds familiar?

Nainahui blinked frivolously: "Miss, take off your helmet."

Others also echoed.

Lu Wanwan refused strongly. Taking off the helmet was absolutely impossible.

Suddenly, there was a chuckle, not loud, but in the noisy environment, it was very clear.

It was Zhao Jingxing.

He had a lazy smile on his face, and his eyes swept over those people lightly.

In an instant, everyone was silent.

No one dared to speak again, and no one dared to ask Lu Wanwan to take off his helmet. It was

so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Zhao Jingxing turned around and said to Lu Wanwan: "Hold on tight."

Lu Wanwan blinked, came to his senses, and immediately said "oh".

Before the motorcycle left, Nainai Hui said with a strong desire to survive: "Brother, well, don't look for me recently. I haven't been under pressure these days. I don't need to relieve it. I won't race anymore."

Lu Wanwan frowned, and the speed of his confession was faster than hers.

However, speeding relieves stress?

It seems so, but Zhao Jingxing...

If someone had told her before that Zhao Jingxing speeds to relieve stress, she would definitely think that person is mentally retarded. How can someone who runs a lazy Internet cafe and sleeps until the afternoon every day have any pressure?

But now, if Zhao Jingxing is the young master mentioned by Nanchen, it is really hard to say.

Even the last waist injury, Zhao Jingxing said it was a knife injury, and Lu Wanwan felt that it might be a gunshot wound.

The mood was complicated again.

At this time, a black car drove over from the other end of the wide road, and the headlights were extremely bright in the dark night.

The driver was Liu Zhengyi. He saw the road conditions here and said to Han Jingmo, "Zhao Jingxing."

In the back seat of the car, Han Jingmo closed his eyes and rested, his face showing a sickly pale color. Hearing these three words, he opened his eyes and looked out the window.

"Don't worry about him." Han Jingmo said, his eyes swept through the crowd, but suddenly stopped at a certain place. Even if the person was wearing a helmet, he could recognize that it was Lu Wanwan.

She sat behind Zhao Jingxing, holding Zhao Jingxing's clothes with her hands.

"Stop." Han Jingmo's eyes sank, and a storm condensed in his eyes, but he regained his tranquility in an instant.