The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

"Hey, the speed of the boss has slowed down?"

"Beware of explosions, keep racing and get rid of the boss!"

Listening to their conversation, An Ying turned her head and rolled her eyes, curious, who are they talking about as the boss?

"Aww, quick, quick, this is the first time I'm so excited, get rid of the boss, get rid of them." Several people around me were all excited, and the more they talked, the more excited they became.

An Ying felt uneasy, she turned her head and pressed it against the rear window of the car. [

Sure enough, the car behind slowed down, and the gunshots could no longer be heard. What's going on, didn't Hao save her?

Tian Junhao continued to stare at the flying car in front of him, his eyes were gloomy.

If he didn't chase the car in front of him, he would fly at a high speed. If he chased again, the speed would be pretty good.

The air pressure in the car was getting lower and lower, his eyes were full of murderous intent, but he made a decisive decision: "Don't chase after him."

He didn't allow An Ying to be in any danger: "Satellite tracking, quickly send people to block airports, highways, and train checkpoints."

Even if they don't chase, they don't want to take people away under their noses.

A sinister smile bloomed on Tian Junhao's mouth, and the cars completely disappeared from An Ying's sight.

At that moment, she had the illusion of being abandoned by Tian Junhao, her nose was sore, and only now did she realize that she was looking in horror at the few people around her who kidnapped her and danced with excitement.

In the private room of another luxury hotel, the atmosphere was a bit weird. Unlike the legendary kidnapping, An Ying was fawned over by several people like her ancestors.

She couldn't figure out the situation for a while, she just pursed her lips and remained silent, silent as if there was a sound.

"Tsk tsk, this girl really has the aura of a boss." With a faint expression, she looked at them calmly.

They looked very friendly, not a little vicious that a kidnapper should have.

A blue-eyed, yellow-haired boy of mixed race, probably about 20 years old, pulled a chair and sat facing her, looking up and down curiously at An Ying.

After that, he smiled mischievously at her, trimmed his hair very handsomely, and introduced himself to An Ying very solemnly: "Little sister, my name is Huashen, you are An Ying, don't be afraid, this is what I gave to you You must accept the meeting gift, otherwise you will look down on me."

He took out a small box from his pocket and handed it to An Ying. An Ying didn't move, she didn't pick it up, she muttered: "I hate eating peanuts the most."