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

Chapter 317

If Chu Yao didn't have that accident, he should be able to stay with Nan Jiaojiao longer and let her come out as soon as possible.

But no if.

She sent herself to jail.

Cut off his own way out.

It also broke Nan Jiaojiao's dependence.

I can't say I hate it, and I can't say I forgive it, but tonight at Shengyue Mansion, the food was cold, and Nan Jiaojiao didn't come.

"Let's go, I have an apartment that is vacant, you live in it first." Lu Zhenzhen turned the steering wheel with a calm expression on her face.

There are many properties under Chu Yao's name, but she didn't mention it, obviously she was hiding from people.

"I'm afraid I can't live anymore."

Chu Yao rested his elbows on the window sill, holding his face, looking away from the rearview mirror, and the smile in his eyes faded a bit.

Lu Zhenzhen also looked back, not counting, there were probably five or six cars following not far or near.

Chu Yao sneered: "It's hard work to follow here from the prison."

"My car dares to chase after me, I've eaten the guts of a leopard!"

Lu Zhenzhen slammed down on the accelerator, and the cars behind panicked and hurriedly accelerated to catch up.

However, the route became more and more deviated. When the car drove to a piece of wasteland in the suburbs, the car suddenly swung its tail and aimed at the cars behind.

A few beams of light came and shone on the car window, the glaring white reflected the faces of the two women into porcelain white and cold and arrogant.

Chu Yao kept holding half of his face, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his eyes suddenly stopped.

Mo Ting got out of the car and unbuttoned the two buttons of his suit with his bony hands. When he lit a cigarette, a faint blue flame jumped into his eyes, and finally disappeared between his brows and eyes. After putting the lighter in his trousers pocket, his hand He didn't take it out, and the two cuff buttons were unbuttoned, and it was faintly visible that he was a little irritable under his suppressed emotions.

The lights shone on him from all directions, and he raised his eyes, staring at Chu Yao without any bias.

She hooked her lips into a smile, and licked her lips, "Zhenzhen, how many years is enough for killing him?"

The corner of Lu Zhenzhen's mouth twitched, "How about I give you the steering wheel, come?"

"Tsk."

Chu Yao tilted her head slightly, buried her face in her palms, the hair behind her ears fell down to cover half of her face, and the smile at the corner of her mouth was slowly suppressed.

A voice with broken laughter sounded faintly: "I, I hate him to death."

Lu Zhenzhen spread her hands, "I can't help it. I can't take you away. I dare to provoke Mo Tingshen, but he chases you too closely. No matter where I hide you, he will find you."

"So," Chu Yao smiled softly, "Why do you hate him? I'd better continue to step on his head and do my best."

Lu Zhenzhen's eyebrows twitched, and suddenly a gust of cold wind hit her body. As if she had just woken up from a dream, she hurriedly clasped Chu Yao's hand.

Glancing at Chu Yao's feet that had already stepped out of the car door, his throat rolled back and forth several times, and he said, "Hold on."

"know."

Chu Yao closed the car door, walked towards Mo Tingshen, and stopped one meter away.

The man glanced at her, stretched his hand back, took a box from the assistant, and then went to Chu Yao and squatted down.

Inside is a pair of flat-heeled shoes.

He lifted one of Chu Yao's feet, took off the thin strappy high-heeled shoes on her feet, rubbed her slightly red and swollen ankles with his fingertips a few times, and then put the new shoes on for her.

The man raised his head and squatted halfway in front of her, resting his hands on his knees while holding the soles of her feet. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and when he spoke, thin smoke overflowed from his thin lips.

"Try it, does it fit?"

Chu Yao stood on tiptoe, implying something: "You have to wear the shoes to know whether the shoes fit your feet. If you step on them comfortably, then your feet will fit."

After saying that, she walked out towards Mo Tingshen's car.

The assistant opened the rear door respectfully, "Second Miss, please."

(End of this chapter)