The Little Midnight Bride

In the middle of the night, the fog is thick. /⊙﹏⊙bwww>

No pedestrians could be seen on the spacious road, and the sound of the pattering rain was particularly loud.

hiss - hiss - hiss -

Suddenly, eight pure black Bugatti Veyron sports cars stepped on the rainwater and came into view, forming a train, heading towards the destination, and moving forward in a high-profile manner.

The camera zooms in: In the third car, the teenager's eyebrows are raised like a sharp sword, lying lazily half-lying, with his white collarbone looming. [

I couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly, but the slightly raised corners revealed the arrogance of self-importance, and the air-conditioning like a rakshasa from hell was scattered in every corner of the car.

Rumble - boom - boom

After a burst of lightning and thunder, the girl couldn't help shivering.

At this moment, she is kneeling on the cold ground, her hair soaked by rain is sticking to her pale, bloodless face, but she is holding back her tears, letting the rain flow down the tip of her hair, refusing to let the tears flow out orbital.

"Stinky girl, who are you showing off your deadly virtue? You little bastard, you are as cheap as that shameless woman, why don't you go to Huangquan Road to be her company!"

"You are not allowed to scold my mother!"

Although the girl was shivering from the cold, the stubbornness in her eyes did not show weakness at all, and the fingertips in her hands were already clenched tightly into the flesh.

"Snapped--"

The lady under the eaves raised her right hand and slapped her hard, leaving red and swollen palm marks on the girl's rain-stained face.

"Little bastard, you still dare to talk back, see if I won't teach you a lesson today." Her ladylike face twisted in anger, pointing at her nose and continuing to curse:

"Your mother is a slut, she let the prince of Hongyu Group not marry, she just eloped with the underworld, and gave birth to you, a little bastard, you said, why didn't you die in a car accident with them, and you will lose our Mo family if you live Face, why don't you die—"

"Squeak------" She didn't seem to have scolded enough, but she was attracted by the sound of rapid brakes.

Eight pure black Bugatti Veyron sports cars, ostentatious, stopped.

A group of men in black wearing sunglasses quickly got out of the car, and they were immediately surrounded by darkness. Standing in a militarized posture, they stood respectfully in two rows.

At this time, the door of the third Bugatti sports car slowly opened.

The first thing to hit the ground was a shiny black leather shoe, and all the people in black immediately looked up in awe, looking at him with an absolute look: a 12-year-old boy!