"Let me go."

Song Yan's right hand was not relaxed, but instead used twelve minutes to find the acupoint on the side of his neck and pressed it down with his slender fingers.

The man's eyes widened, his hand holding the steering wheel suddenly released, and he slapped Song Yan on the head.

Song Yan dodged away dexterously, separated the man's attack with both hands, and took the opportunity to kick him in the stomach. She kicked her very cleverly and happened to fall on his most vulnerable part.

"Silly...silly, man!"

The driver twitched in pain, his forehead was exposed, and he started to curse.

Song Yan didn't care about him. He crossed his body and opened the car door, kicked the person down, stepped on the accelerator, pulled out the car key, and the crazy Rolls-Royce finally stopped.

At this moment, the distance between the front tire of the car and Xijiang was only half a meter.

If they were to fall into the river for a few seconds at night, they would be them.

"President, is it okay?"

She looked back at the first time.

Li Beiting opened his eyes leisurely, with a clear and silent expression, as if the fierce robbery in the front seat had not happened at all.

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

"You wait for me in the car."

She jumped out of the car neatly and walked towards the gangster next to her.

Li Beiting watched her control the man easily through the car window and rushed over. His thin body seemed less weak at this moment.

“Good job.”

He lowered the car window and praised lightly. His condensing eyes swept across the driver's body. The driver, who was like a dog who fell into the water, shivered, and did not dare to say a word.

Song Yan was delighted, his eyes lit up: "President, that bonus matter..."

"no."

She was rejected fiercely, and her little face suddenly collapsed. She turned around and kicked the driver angrily.

A very light smile flashed in Li Beiting's eyes. Before the smile could settle, a bronze Maserati stopped in front of Rolls-Royce.

The car door opened and Qiao Muchen, wearing a navy blue suit, walked down.

"Is it okay?"

He met Li Beiting and asked worriedly.

Li Beiting shook his head calmly, raised his chin in the direction of Song Yan, and Qiao Muchen looked in the direction he pointed.

The thin bodyguard cut the strong driver's hand, and the scene made him laugh.

"I can't tell, little bodyguard, he's good at it."

As soon as he got the news about Li Beiting, he rushed over and called the police on the way, but he was still worried about Li Beiting's safety. After all, the bodyguard around him was unreliable no matter how he looked at it. He looked good, but he couldn't be treated as a food.

Before a gangster kills people, he will not show mercy to your subordinates when he looks good.

But when he saw the blue marks on the driver's neck, he grinned and smiled brightly.

"Young Master Qiao has gone too far."

Song Yan nodded and handed the driver to Qiao Muchen casually.

He is the general manager of the Li Group and the eldest son of the Qiao family.

It is very strange that if you don’t inherit a good family business, you have to help Li Beiting.

Mrs. Li said that this man is also a focus on the subject. After all, Li Beiting has the closest relationship with him.

Many rumors say that the two of them had already slept together.

"By the way, don't forget to ask where Uncle Wang was locked up by him."

She rubbed her stiff wrists and did not forget to tell Qiao Muchen to ask Uncle Wang’s whereabouts.

Qiao Muchen took the driver, kicked him hard, kicked him out, threw him on the ground, turned around and chuckled, and exclaimed: "Little guy, you are very kind."

After experiencing such intense ups and downs, no one can remember the life or death of others? This thin bodyguard still remembers asking Uncle Wang’s whereabouts.

She was very close to Qiao Muchen, and there was a faint fragrance on her body, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

Qiao Muchen reached out and touched Song Yan's soft short hair. The comfortable touch made him squint his eyes in satisfaction.

"Mr. Qiao."

Song Yan quickly dodged away and stared at his hand vigilantly.

Why does she feel like she is touched by someone as a dog?

"What's wrong with touching it?"

Qiao Muchen looked down at the palm of his hand that was being avoided, smiled even brighter, and pinched her face without hesitation: "Why are you so cute?"

She avoided it, as if a cat was stepped on by someone's tail, and was dissatisfied with a little grievance. It was so fun.

“…”

Song Yan was speechless.

This man is indeed abnormal. He actually teased a man so frivolously in broad daylight, which is a dangerous existence.

What's the relationship between him and Li Beiting.

"Mr. Qiao, please don't joke." Song Yan straightened the collar of his shirt, staring straight, and stood straight: "I'm a boy."

She seemed to remind her inadvertently.

Qiao Muchen was amused by her serious appearance and couldn't stand up straight. He put it on her shoulders and barely stood firm with her support.

Why did he realize now that this bodyguard is so interesting?

Li Beiting in the car leaned lazily against the back seat, and the window had already fallen. His gaze glanced past Song Yan, who was locked by Qiao Muchen, frowned in displeasure, and said loudly: "Song Yan, why are you still standing there stupidly?"

Song Yan immediately came back to her senses and keenly noticed that there was a bit of cold gaze on her body. She quickly shook Qiao Muchen's hand and ran towards Rolls-Royce.

Standing respectfully by the car window, he asked softly: "President, what are your instructions?"

"Driving, go home."

Li Beiting ordered.

Song Yan pursed her lips, and was both a bodyguard and a driver, and she didn't give her a bonus. This day was simply too difficult.

A stern gaze fell on Song Yan's body through the car window again.

Song Yan shivered, quickly opened the car door and got in, fastened his seat belt, and started the car.

Qiao Muchen waved his hand in a funny way.

Li Beiting looked over and said, "Check it out, which woman entered my room yesterday."

Qiao Muchen suddenly bent down and lay on his car window, his eyes as if they were soaring: "Are you shy?"

Surprise and surprise flashed across his handsome face. The relief that the child who had finally raised him would finally give birth to cabbage was obvious.

Song Yan was completely stunned.

Didn’t she strip Tang Yuwei and put it next to him? Why didn’t he give up? If Qiao Muchen finds out that this matter is related to her, then she should not mess around.

She held the steering wheel in both hands and lowered her head quietly to think about how to make him think that the woman yesterday was Tang Yuwei. Li Beiting raised to the car window with an expressionless face and threw down two cold words to Qiao Muchen.

"Shut up."

"President, go back?"

Song Yan looked up at the right time and asked.

Li Beiting nodded: "Drive quickly."

Song Yan stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. It originally took half an hour to drive, but she finished driving in twenty minutes. When she arrived at the beach villa, she followed Li Beiting out of the car and followed him in and entered the door.

At the entrance, a suit with still warmth hit her arms.

She hugged her in a hurry.

"President?"

Isn't this the clothes he wore last night?

"Take Dr. Zhao over." Li Beiting didn't reply, "Call Dr. Zhao."
Chapter completed!