mask wife

At this time, Leng Lianhan hurried towards his car with Qianxi in his arms, looking back from time to time.

"Let me go, I can go by myself." Knowing that there is a mafia chasing after him, it would be very difficult for him to carry himself forward.

Qianxi's words made the cold and condensed expression change back to the original gentleness: "Hehe, at this time gentry should protect the drunk lady."

It was faintly felt that there was a mystery hidden in his words, Qianxi didn't insist, Wuyan chose to remain silent.

After a while, Leng Lianhan carried her into his car parked on the street.

"Master, where are you going?"

After the driver Lao Gao finished asking, Leng Lenghan sitting in the back seat looked back at the men in black who followed him all the way, and smiled calmly: "It seems that I am in trouble today, let's drive to a quiet place."

Lao Gao looked up at the rearview mirror, then at his master's expression, and nodded knowingly: "Got it."

As the car started slowly, the atmosphere in the car was obviously a bit sluggish. Qianxi, who was leaning on the car window, didn't know if she continued to pretend to be drunk like this?Or just go with the flow and leave when the car stops?

"Does it hurt?"

After Leng Lianhan asked with a smile on her face, she covered her eyes and shook her head in a daze: "Fortunately..."

"Hehe, it looks like your wound..."

"Master, it's done." The driver Lao Gao in the front seat suddenly interrupted him.

Leng Liehan showed a comforting smile to Qianxi, then turned around and looked at the rear window...

When he turned around again, all the smiles on his face were put away, and a deep coldness was ignited in his eyes: "Old Gao, just stop here!"

The gentle atmosphere in the car froze at this moment, the driver Lao Gao quickly stepped on the brakes, and their car stopped beside the wild road in the south of Florence...