Although Yan Han "drove" Song Xiang out temporarily, there were many secret bodyguards.
When Song Xiang went out, he felt someone was following him.
There is a tree-lined avenue nearby, with dim lights all the way, which makes it particularly atmospheric.
She took a leisurely walk like an old man, thinking that if Yan Han replied to her message before the end of the walk, she would apologize to him and not care if he kicked her out.
Just as I was thinking about it, I passed by a bright black Ghost.
Because she had given Yan Han a car before, she couldn't help but take a second look when she saw it on the road.
There seemed to be someone inside, and she didn't have the nerve to stay any longer.
Continuing to walk forward, Yan Han still didn't reply. She was about to turn back, but he still hadn't moved.
He actually ignored her for the entire day.
I walked back angrily, raised my head slightly, and found that the car was still where it was.
This time, approaching from the front, she could see the vague scene inside through the windshield.
It seems to be a man. Looking at the shadow, you can tell that he has an upright figure and his face is slightly tilted, as if he is asleep.
I didn’t even open the skylight, I fell asleep just now, and I’m still sleeping now.
Depending on the situation, the internal and external circulation should not be turned on. Will anything happen?
Inexplicably, Song Xiang was a little worried and couldn't help but go up and knock on the window.
"gentlemen?"
No response, no movement at all.
Song Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and there was something wrong with her intuition. She quickly knocked hard several times, almost breaking the glass, but there was no response inside.
She raised her hand and tried to open the door. Unexpectedly, she pulled it gently and the door opened.
Without having time to think too much, she opened the door and reached out to push him.
"gentlemen!"
The other party was leaning sideways, with most of his face covered by jet-black hair. Against the moonlight, you could occasionally see a few silver strands between the hair.
When Song Xiang pushed him, he woke up suddenly and subconsciously grabbed Song Xiang's arm with his backhand.
Between the electric light and flint, their eyes met.
Song Xiang couldn't help but take a breath.
His eyes were so cold, and there was a light gray mist in his eyes. Under the light, his pupils looked a bit like amber, and he suddenly glanced at me, his eyes sharp and sinister, like a cold arrow.
Song Xiang was a little scared and wanted to pull her hand away, but the other party held her tightly.
Through a layer of halo, the other party narrowed his eyes slightly.
Look at each other.
Song Xiang looked at his face and thought he was very young. Then she saw the faint fine lines at the corners of his eyes and the cold desolation in his eyes.
Estimated, thirty-five?
Rong Boye woke up in a haze and suddenly saw the person in front of the car.
It's a little girl.
His eyes gradually focused and he could clearly see the other person's appearance.
She called him, "Sir?"
It was as if his soul had been pulled out of his body and traveled through time and space. Someone also knocked on his car window like this.
gentlemen……
For a moment, I didn't know if I was dreaming.
"South……"
"What?"
Song Xiang heard the other party talking, and out of humanitarianism, he leaned closer and listened, "Sir, are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to make a call for you?"
When the other party heard this, a look of pain appeared on his face, he covered his chest and gasped for air.
Maybe it's because life is so good that it's easy for people to sympathize.
Seeing how uncomfortable he was, Song Xiang's heart tightened. Thinking that there were bodyguards by his side, Song Xiang quickly called for help.
Sure enough, a group of people came out from behind.
Wait, I don’t seem to be a strict cold person.
She was at a loss when another group of people appeared directly in front of her, obviously two groups of people.
"Who are you?"
The other party didn't give any explanation. He saw the person in the car "getting sick" and wanted to take him out.
But Song Xiang's hand was locked, and the people in the car had no intention of letting go.