Chapter 1692 How Can One Describe Such a Smirk?

After a few people visited the sports venue, Bo Wen Ze's real purpose finally emerged.

"Since Master Peng and Master Ming are here, shall we have a race?"

In front of the traffic jam, Bo Wen Ze said with a faint smile and a proud face.

In Bo Wen Ze's opinion, if his driving skills dare to be second in the whole Philadelphia, no one dares to be first!

Because the descendants of the Bo family in this generation are weak, Bo Wen Ze became the only male heir of the Bo family, so he had nothing he wanted when he was young.

For a period of time, because of his obsession with traffic jams, he was even sent abroad by his family to learn for a while.

And this has become another business card for Bo Wen Ze walking in Philadelphia.

With the name of the car god in the aristocratic circle, Bo Wen Ze didn't know how many people in the circle suffered with this trick.

Today, he will use this trick to let Peng Hanxi and other idiots know what it means that there are people beyond the sky!

Looking at the winding traffic jam track and the childish car, Peng Hanxi couldn't help but show a touch of melancholy on his face.

Can these things also be called racetracks? It seems necessary to have a good chat with the person in charge.

But her expression was naturally seen by Bo Wen Ze, who thought she was afraid!

"Mr. Peng, it's just for fun, you won't dare, right?" As he said that, a trace of disdain flashed across Bo Wen Ze's gentle face.

How can such a fool who only knows how to make money know the excitement and fun of this sport?

Obviously in Bo Wen Ze's eyes, Peng Hanxi and Ming Yu, the heirs of big families, are all fools who have been overprotected since childhood and have no ability to compete with him!

Hearing this, Peng Hanxi's face also flashed a trace of embarrassment.

It's not impossible to compete, but this kind of childish thing is really not suitable for her.

"But my driving skills are very bad, and I don't usually drive myself..." At most, I just play with real traffic jams and design and build a suitable car by myself.

Hearing Peng Hanxi's rare humble words, the other few people who have been silently accompanying her behind her.

Ming Yu listened to Peng Hanxi's words and even felt that Oscar owed her a little golden man.

As for Louis, who had been severely defeated by Peng Hanxi, the expression on his deep face was like being fucked by a dog.

He had always known that Peng was not very reliable, but he really didn't expect that he would be so unreliable.

That four-eyed chicken will have a hard time later.

"It's just a kart, it's naturally not as good as a real car, it's not dangerous, don't worry, Mr. Peng." In order to get Peng Hanxi to take the bait, Bo Wenze also tried his best.

Perhaps he was too careless in order to win, and Bo Wenze didn't even notice the flash of smile at the corner of Peng Hanxi's mouth.

"But as long as there is a game, there will be winners and losers, so there must be bets?" Peng Hanxi seemed to have made this request unintentionally, but in fact, as an old driver, she was just trying to dig a hole for Bo Wenze.

"Of course there must be a bet, but the loser must listen to the winner, so that it's fun." Bo Wenze's smile was so "cheap" that it was amazing.

Hearing this, Peng Hanxi's face was full of sorrow and his tone was even a bit compromised, "Okay then."

Hearing that Peng Hanxi agreed, Bo Wenzhe immediately asked the staff to prepare, as if he was afraid that Peng Hanxi would regret it.

Realizing that Bo Wenzhe's expression was too excited, Mingru couldn't help but start to worry, "Brother, can Xiaoxi do it?"