Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant! by White Moon Lake

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Slang? Big Bluff!

Bo Jingshen: "It’s the bet."

Su Lu blinked in surprise, "Then what’s their bet?"

Bo Jingshen chuckled lowly, glancing at her sideways, "It’s about swapping the partners they brought with them. You heard him just now, right? Everyone brought a date, and the winners, the top three, get to pick from the partners others brought."

Su Lu’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. Their conversation indeed had a secret code in it!

She felt a sudden urge to call the police.

What kind of bizarre competition is this? So... promiscuous?

Walking ahead, Ji Fulian and Jiang Li clearly had good hearing; they’d heard what Bo Jingshen had said.

Ji Fulian looked back, slightly exasperated, "President Bo, like this... my racetrack will easily get reported."

Even Jiang Li, who had been in such a bad mood earlier, now showed a smile, "Can you be any more harmful? You’re about to take all the bamboo shoots."

"Tsk." Bo Jingshen clicked his tongue.

As if blaming them for not playing along.

Su Lu blinked rapidly, "You big con artist?"

And such a convincing one at that! She’d almost believed it for real!

Ji Fulian explained to her that it was actually about gambling money; every racer had to pay an entry fee, which was 50 here.

After adding up the entry fees for each race, subtracting the expenses and commission for Ji Fulian’s racetrack, the remainder would be split by the first, second, and third place winners, at proportions of 50%, 30%, and 20%, respectively. There was still a threshold to meet.

Although this money might not be much for these rich kids, a 50% prize was still quite substantial, and some would hire others to race for them.

"500,000 per person?" Su Lu blinked, and though it wasn’t a lot for them indeed, the idea of these people throwing so much money into it just for a thrill was still... hard to comprehend.

cars, and then came the racing suits

Lu stared at the helmet and racing suit in her hands, slightly

waiting for? Go change," Bo Jingshen tapped on the

"Do I have to wear all this,

you must wear it." Bo Jingshen nodded, carrying his helmet

and head

Bo Jingshen was already dressed in his

the elite aura he had

as if every pore, every detail was

helmet and pinching his gloves, he turned his head to look at Su Lu and then beckoned

to him, "I feel like

to straighten her racing suit, "Not bad, Astronaut

what he meant; he was exaggerating that he drove so fast it was like breaking

song title popped into

see how red they’d gotten, though she could feel them burning as if they were about

had also changed into his suit

her

too?" Bo Jingshen saw Ji Fuling had also

smiled, "I’m just going to ride along with the second young master to get a feel for it, since he

Jingshen responded, glancing at

still had a neutral expression on

previous race had already ended, and the drivers

both men and women, it seemed that many had brought

although they might not have had much acquaintanceship, but she

on the other hand, seemed indifferent, not very familiar with Feng City’s social

his brows furrowed lightly, and his

person who made his expression sour had just met his

coincidence, huh?" The newcomer looked at

it always made him feel very uncomfortable. But there are always people who

Jingshen uttered his name

dressed in a racing suit and had yet to remove his helmet, just lifting the visor, Su Lu had already recognized him. He was that noble son from Beijing she had met once in