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The dangling little milk ball quickly fell to the ground.

The small figure suddenly approached the brand new pink car.

Stretch out your little hand and gently touch the outline of the car.

I also touched the specially designed flank wings.

It's like a small milk ball shaking hands with a small car.

Hi ~

hello ~

trolley car.

And this go-kart is a special gift prepared by Jiang Xiuyuan.

Jiang Xiuyuan squatted down, looked at the go-kart with the little milk ball, and said: "Sugar candy baby, this car belongs to you now."

"Mine? The trolley car is mine? The

little milk ball blinked suspiciously.

Jiang Xiuyuan smiled faintly: "Well, the second uncle specially customized for you, belongs to the sugar sugar baby alone!" The

little milk ball suddenly raised a sweet smile.

The fleshy dimples on the little cheeks, cute and charming.

The little milk ball pounced on it and hugged Jiang Xiuyuan's neck.

The smell of milk comes to the nose.

On his handsome face again, a soft "bo" was made.

Milky kiss.

The little hand swayed excitedly.

"Thank you second uncle ~

" "Sugar Candy likes small cars~

" "Second uncle, can Sugar Candy sit on it?"

The fleshy little hands and feet have always been eager to try.

But the seat of the go-kart is a bit high, and the three-and-a-half-year-old milk ball may need to climb up with both hands and feet.

That pitiful little eye looked at Jiang Xiuyuan pleadingly.

As if saying "please, please"~

The man agreed: "Of course." "

It's just.

Before getting in the car.

Little milk balls also need to change into her exclusive motorcycle suit.

......

Jiang Xiuyuan personally helped the little milk ball change clothes.

He had been half-crouched at his side.

The man's slender fingers took the small shoes, took them off, and put them on again....

And then the pants... Clothes....

The soft little ball was redressed.

Jiang Xiuyuan seemed to be a skilled milk father, not in a hurry, and always asked the opinion of the little milk ball.

"Is that okay?"

"Will it be tight?"

"Are the shoes the right size?"

The motorcycle suit designed for the small milk ball is flawless.

Those fingers that are worth thousands of dollars, flying on the keyboard.

It even gently shuttles between the hair of the little milk ball.

Put the long black soft hair, little by little, into a beautiful high ponytail.

Yun Lang was dumbfounded on the side.

She has been a woman for twenty years, and Jiang Xiuyuan has not yet taken care of people.

Can't help but ridicule: "Jiang Xiuyuan, I really can't see it, you still have this side." "

A few minutes later.

The pink and tender dango appeared.

Yunlang not only made a special design on the go-kart.

Even the motorcycle suit has white clouds and wings.

The shape of the small wings.

One left and one right.

Open behind the little milk ball.

The powder is soft and soft, like a little cupid who fell into the world from the Tianshan Mountains.

Jiang Xiuyuan carried her to the seat of the go-kart.

Click.

Fasten your seat belt.

And the little milk ball held a pink helmet and buttoned it to the little head.

It's also a click.

The helmet's harness is also fastened.

The little milk danzi's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "Second uncle, buzz, let's go~"

Jiang Xiuyuan smoothly took the helmet handed over by Yunlang.

The black figure got into the car.

It's a two-person go-kart.

One left and one right two seats.

They are the main driver and the co-pilot.

Here Jiang Xiuyuan got into the car, turned on the engine, and the humming sound of the engine turning suddenly sounded.

Yunlang on the other side.

Looking at the black and pink figure on the car, he reached out and pressed a red button on the wall.

Only a click was heard.

One of the walls that originally looked like a room slowly moved upwards.

Appeared in front of Jiang Xiuyuan and Little Milk Danzi -

a white starting line.

Endless black track.

On both sides are protective walls made of discarded tires.

Not far away.

There are also go-karts that are speeding fast.

Fast and furious.

Coming to the face.

The little milk ball grabbed the seat belt in the palm of his hand, not scared, but too happy.

In the hustle and bustle of the engine.

No speech can be heard.

The little milk ball glanced at Jiang Xiuyuan.

Through the transparent cover of the helmet.

They saw a pair of similar, burning eyes.

Let's go!

GO！

The staff waved the red race flag.

Next second.

With a roar, the go-kart sped out.

Violent winds.

Blowing the little milk ball to reveal the black hair outside the helmet.

And the little wings behind her.

Constant flying and swaying.

Like the corners of her raised mouth.

Like

~ than when riding a motorcycle, I like it more ~

Little milk balls stretch out their hands, and they can touch the steering wheel on the side.

Sitting side by side with Jiang Xiuyuan.

More driving feeling.

It's sugar candy driving the car too!

Little milk ball's smiling eyes narrowed, feeling the violent beating of his heart.

Straight line.

Corners.

Continuous corners.

Finally, another blistering straight line.

As the tires crushed over the black and white logo, the small red flag swayed.

They circled the track and reached the finish line.

On the display screen on one side, Jiang Xiuyuan's results appeared.

Time of one lap: one minute forty-one seconds fifty-five.

Fastest result of the day.

The second fastest time in track history.

This was Jiang Xiuyuan's first lap just started, and there was no warm-up or practice.

But it has already killed 99% of the drivers in seconds.

Such achievements.

It has attracted the attention of countless people.

Looking at the black figure, getting down from a pink and tender car.

Jiang Xiuyuan approached the little milk ball, and the two people spoke with helmets.

"Sugar candy baby, what do you think?"

The little milk ball had not yet withdrawn from the state of hot blood, and was stunned first.

"Is it over? Second uncle, is it over? "

Sugar Candy thinks ~ awesome!"

"Second uncle, can Sugar Candy also drive this car?"

Jiang Xiuyuan originally wanted to refuse, but his eyes sank.

After all, the youngest driver on this track is already a ten-year-old child.

And the little milk balls are not even four years old.

But after a moment of thought.

Jiang Xiuyuan still couldn't bear to refuse those shining eyes.

"Second uncle taught you."

"Sugar candy baby, look here..."

"This foot is the brake... This foot is accelerating

..." "And here

..." "Pay attention to the hand and foot together when turning..." Little

milk ball has never been so serious.

She listened intently.

From the moment the little hand grabbed the steering wheel, he was no longer willing to put it down.

Not a moment later.

"Second uncle, the sugar candy is all remembered."

While operating, the little milk ball repeated what Jiang Xiuyuan had just said.

The voice is still soft and sticky, with a milky smell.

But the movements are clear, unchaotic, and without any mistakes.

Jiang Xiuyuan looked at this scene, and the gentle gaze in his eyes was so gratifying.

And not far behind the two of them.

Yun Lang looked at this scene as well.

His eyes were slightly stunned.

She muttered in a low voice: "This scene, I seem to have seen ... The fastest record for this track... It's probably going to be broken..."