Pick up a wife and send a baby

"Squeak" a frantic brake, Yang Mu almost crashed into the small table in front from the spacious and elongated rear chair. 【】Quickly grip the handle of the chair at hand, because the violent shaking made the suit on him a little out of shape.He hastily straightened his suit, his irritability had escalated into violence in an instant, he picked up the wooden stick by the car door and was about to swing it at the idiot driver in front... The driver hurriedly reported tremblingly:

"Mr. Yang, it seems... that I hit someone..."

"Get off!" The driver didn't dare to hesitate and rolled out of the car in the rain...

Yang Mu glanced at the storm outside the car, and for a moment was attracted by the intense and crazy crackling rain.He just likes this kind of madness and contention outside of isolation, under the tranquility.The confusion in the wind and rain; the joy of bloodthirsty; the cry of death...

In the cold and deep eyes, the shadows of a series of torrential rains flickered, and the frantic soul flickered.The sculptor left exquisite features on his face, which are beautiful and fortitude.But he forgot to sculpt the corners of his mouth slightly upwards, and he himself was too lazy to move the corners of his mouth upwards, so that his thin lips could no longer smile.A person who loses the ability to smile means that his heart is already covered with thick icicles.And the sharp icicles sometimes hurt themselves, and sometimes hurt others...

A green wheat field came into view, this kind of plant that thrives most in storms made his brows slightly wrinkled unconsciously, the damn driver, how could he get lost? !Hit someone? !These two consecutive accidents made Yang Mu very irritable. The word 'accident' has never been and should not appear in his dictionary.You Mou was filled with a coldness that was even colder than this ice rain, and the temperature on his face seemed to be blown to the coldest state by the wind, and he roared in a low voice: ""

After a while, the driver folded to Yang Mu's rear door and shouted across the car:

"Mr. Yang, we didn't bump into her... She passed out by herself! Dressed up, she should be a bride..." Yang Mu narrowed his eyes unconsciously, picked up the big umbrella in his hand, and the wooden umbrella in the other hand. The stick is still light in the hand.

When getting out of the car, the driver quickly took over the big umbrella.Although the driver was completely out of the umbrella and firmly held the big umbrella above his head, due to the strong wind and rain, his flat and clean white suit was still splashed by the rain.The driver looked at his darkest face, and tightened his grip on the stick, knowing that Mr. Clean must want to hit someone again...

When Yang Mu extended the wooden stick to the shoulder of the woman in the wedding dress who was lying beside the car, the driver really wanted to let the stick swing on his body.Although this weak woman blocked the husband's way, there is no need to fight the fainted woman, right? !

Yang Mu rudely used a wooden stick to straighten the body of the woman in the wedding dress, and the crazy rain washed away the muddy face in an instant, revealing a pale but flawless, beautiful and pure face...

"Get in the car and go back to Muzhuang!"

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