Becoming Audacious After Marriage: Madam, Please Keep a Low Profile

"On the field, don't make jokes about your life." Li Beichen's long fingers held a cigarette, the smoke was slowly, and his eyes were half-squinted.

The aura...too strong.

Just a look made her have nowhere to hide.

For Shi Yuxuan, racing in high heels is not unreasonable, she has full confidence.

After three years of racing, she finally has this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She will never compromise.

"Take off your high heels." Li Beichen gave her a condescending look, sulking in his words.

"Really?" Yuxuan blinked his eyes pretentiously, took off a high-heeled shoe, rubbed his foot on the ground, and moved his five thumbs up and down restlessly, "Mr. Li, do you want to see Mrs. Li? Step on the accelerator barefoot?"

She really is, less and less ladylike temperament!

Li Beichen no longer looked at her in disgust, and pressed his thin lips, which was considered tacit approval.

Yuxuan smiled frivolously, stepping on high heels measuring more than ten centimeters, and stepping on the McLaren 12C vigorously.

Staring at her wild and unruly figure, Li Beichen's eyes became more secretive.

The cigarette held in his mouth exhaled thick smoke, smudging his handsome face.

"Finally know that women are very troublesome creatures?" Xing Ye, who watched the show, put his hands in the pockets of the hand-made suits, stepped forward imperiously, and looked at the woman in the driver's seat, playfully. Raised an eyebrow.

"It's more than a headache." Li Beichen's slender index finger stroked his frowning eyebrows and rubbed it.

"Why, it hurts?" Xing Ye madly stared at the position of Li Beichen's suit crotch, his evil side face sketched out a seemingly non-existent smile, "It's not just five centimeters, why does it hurt?"

An unintentional joke made Li Beichen's face black to the extreme.

Li Beichen glared at Xing Ye and warned coldly: "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb!"

"Got it."

Isn't it just shut up?

He is dignified and young, so he can bend and stretch.

Xing Ye rolled up the cuffs of the black shirt in two layers, revealing his powerful arms.

Then, leaning on the side of the auditorium, a cigarette was also lit.

The thick mist spit out evilly, between gestures, revealing the natural charm, lazy, but arrogant and domineering.

A gunshot sounded.

There was a thunderous roar of engines on the field.

The black McLaren 12C sprinted and rushed out, with a moment's difference, it was far ahead.

"Damn! Li Beichen, your woman is amazing!" Xing Ye couldn't believe it. His long and stalwart body stood up abruptly, his eyes fixed on the McLaren.

The next second, laugh out loud.

Such a woman really makes Li Beichen more of a headache?

Xing Ye glanced at him negatively, and smiled a little gloating.

Li Beichen ignored him, his eyes were so deep that he could hardly detect any emotions, staring at the black McLaren for an instant. In the next second, he used his fingers to smash a cigarette that was lit by a spark.

Jiang Wenhao's Lamborghini and McLaren were at the same speed, and he was biting tightly behind the Yuxuan car.

He wanted to catch up in the corner, but Shi Yuxuan drifted around at a high speed with dazzling and fast speed, and slammed away the distance severely.

What a superb driving skills!

In an instant, the auditorium boiled, and the shrill cry tore through the brightly lit racing track.

Yuxuan was enjoying the thunderous thrill of the engine, raising his mouth lightly, laughing wildly, but touchingly.

Looking through the rearview mirror, Jiang Wenhao's Lamborghini almost turned over because of the high-speed drift she just did.

Sure enough, too tender.

McLaren scurried violently and rushed past the finish line at the limit of speed.

After a period of silence on the court, in an instant, thunderous cheers erupted!

Yuxuan stepped down the sports car vigorously, with excitement and madness still remaining in his palm.

She flicked her long, slightly curly hair openly, put it on the body diagonally, and smiled at the proud and arrogant man in the audience. Mr. Li, did Mrs. Li earn enough face for you?

Jiang Wenhao squinted, his face was not so good, his head covered with gray.

He couldn't swallow that breath, took a vicious spit, and pointed to the bridge of Yuxuan's nose unwillingly, "Shi Yuxuan, another game!"