The strange miss Meng, messing around

Su Cheng's words.

Zhao Fan, who was used to this place, also raised his head and looked at Meng Fu in surprise.

Meng Fu did not even know how to drive.

Meng Fu tapped the table with her hands and looked up at su Cheng. She was just thinking about it, and even Zhao Fan could not guess what she was thinking.

Not to mention Zhao fan, even if Meng Xun was here, she might not have known that she wanted to go and watch the car race.

Who knew that su Cheng would point it out?

Meng Fu's hand paused for a moment, then he tilted his head in surprise. there's still a seat? "

The black market racing was also a division of the Federation's market. Those who went were not ordinary people. They could not go just because they wanted to.

of course you can. su Xuan put down his bowl and explained to Meng Fu respectfully, " we have a small team that will be at the starting point of the race. There are big screens and surveillance cameras. Miss Meng can go with them.