The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1875 It’s you
He didn't dare to move the woman stuck under the seat. Her face and arms were covered in blood, and she didn't know where the wounds were. The pretty girl actually turned her head and wanted to vomit, so he slapped the front seat hard.

Shouting loudly: "Drive, let me get off!"

The driver was also seriously injured and lost his grip on the steering wheel. He shouted weakly: "Young master, it's very dangerous. We don't know the situation yet. Wait until they-"

"What are you waiting for! Are you waiting to die!"

He cherished his life so much, so naturally he would not travel so simply. He was followed by two cars of bodyguards. He saw figures walking around outside the window, but even his own father was unreliable, and these people may not be reliable either.

"I'm really fed up with this bad life! Just let them come. My father is the only one who has killed me. He deserves to have no descendants in his life!"

He took out the gun on his waist and opened the damaged car door.

Before the tanker truck hit him, a car jumped out of nowhere and hit his car. The two cars collided with the side rails. He clearly saw that the car overturned. His car was lucky. Well, it happened to be caught by a tree and it didn't turn over, but it wasn't much better.

The pretty boy climbed out of the car door. He didn't see anyone clearly, and he didn't know the direction. He fired several shots into the air. He was flustered but his hands didn't shake. He was simply driven into panic.

The driver also climbed out, and the pretty boy kicked him back, "What are you doing here? Go and get her out! Otherwise, let her die here!"

The driver didn't even turn his eyes, "Master, your safety is more important. As for a few individuals, it's okay not to save them. I'll save my strength and escort you to transfer first."

"Move the hell! You know nothing!" The pretty boy pointed the gun at the driver's head, "Save her!"

The driver didn't dare to hide, his face turned pale for a moment, he responded, turned around and went to save people.

He really didn't understand that the young master had so many women, why he only cared about this one. He never saw their deep feelings, and the young master rarely even went to her room. The pretty boy avoided the car, hiding himself so as not to expose himself to the other party's sight. Suddenly someone pulled him. He was frightened and raised his gun to fight at him. Suddenly, he received a blow on his wrist. He took it out of his hand, and his eyes were spinning. He was pressed against the car by his throat, and his waist happened to hit the door armrest, and he groaned in pain.

He couldn't even cry out in pain. When he opened his eyes, Yan Chi's cold face approached him.

The pretty boy was speechless, "Grandpa?"

Yan Chi was injured. There was a wound on his eyebrow bone, and a winding line of blood flowed from the end of his eyebrow to the corner of his eye. His eyes were red, but there was no blood in his eyes. "Grandson, don't call me grandpa when you run for your life. Let me bleed in the manor." Die for you?"

"I……"

The pretty boy glanced at the overturned car with his eyes, "Was that you just now?"

"If I hadn't knocked you away," Yan Chi held his face and asked him to look at the fire in the distance, "you would have been burned to ashes."

There was a lump in the pretty face's throat, and she hugged Yan Chi's arm and cried loudly, "I was scared to death! Those bastards are going to kill me! I almost belched!"

Yan Chi sneered and said, "What's the rush? I'll beat you to death just the same."

"..." The crying sound was choked back into the throat.

"No, you beat me too hard. I can't bear it. I didn't leave you here on purpose. I ran away in such a hurry that I didn't care about you, but I care about you in my heart!"