Playful Shao Dongsheng's wedding wife

Chapter 383 Grinding People (2)
She is horrified!
"Young Master Zhuo, let's go." The man in the car next to him hung up the phone, his voice was tense and cold, and one could still feel the tension.

Zhuo Zhuo glanced at him, and the two nodded in tacit understanding.

"If you don't want to die, come with me." Zhuoyou turned his head and said to Song Yishen, he had already stuffed her into his car, and the car drove out quickly.

Song Yishun's emotions hadn't been withdrawn from the escape just now, and he had already ignored the fear of Zhuoyou around him, and was suppressed by the atmosphere he brought to the point that his whole body's nerves were tense.

Joyo's car was driving very fast. It was an ordinary night scene. At some point, some vehicles poured in from all directions. At first, she thought it was Joyo.But when she saw the car squeezed beside them, the window slowly lowered, and a black gun barrel pointed at her, she knew it was not.

"Get down!" With Zhuoyue yelling, there was a crackling sound in his ears.

Her glass in the passenger seat was blasted by a bullet, and the broken stubble fell down with a clatter.If he hadn't experienced it personally, who would believe that in such a bustling city, in the most important location, in a society ruled by law, there would be a real gun battle?
No, to be exact, it was a chase.

Song Yishun obediently shrank down in his seat at this time, because survival is a human instinct.However, the cars behind were chasing after them, and the excellent people were already suppressed by their cars. They were now flanked by left and right, and the most important thing was that they had guns in their hands!

The thrilling escape was staged on the streets, causing chaos in the area they passed.

Peng!Peng!
The familiar car fell, the body vibrated and stopped running, and stopped somewhere on the street.The glass fell on her exposed wrist, forming fine scars, but now she can no longer feel the pain, because she feels that death is approaching.

At this time, who cares whether Song Ningjiu is living better than herself?Why do you care if your mother is disappointed in you?Nothing at all, her idea is that she doesn't want to die, and she doesn't want to die like this.

Yes, I should run away, but my body doesn't listen to me at all, and I can't even move.The co-pilot's door was suddenly pulled open, her wrists were grabbed by a pair of big hands, Zhuo Liang pulled her out.

"Go." The voice was low and cold, making people tremble unconsciously.

But she had no choice but to follow in the footsteps of Excellence.Crossing the street under the cover of a few cars, although she was only running with Joyce, the sound of the chasing footsteps seemed to be clearer, and every step seemed to be stepping on her heart.

She only cared about being nervous, and when she woke up, she only had time to be dragged into a certain nightclub by him.

"Young Master Zhuo." When they entered, the doorman greeted them, and was very surprised when he saw the distress of the two.It's just that Zhuoyou didn't have time to pay attention to him, so he dragged Song Yishen up to a room on the second floor, and then closed it with a bang.

It seems that with this sound, the world is quiet, at least there are only two people's rapid panting in this room.This nightclub is facing the street, and the downstairs is still open, so you can still hear the vibration of the music below.

After a long while, Zhuo Liang let her go and walked to the window.The heavy curtains were drawn shut with a bang, and the lights in the room were not turned on, so the vision became even darker.

It took Song Yishun a while to get up, walked to the window, and through the gap in the curtains, he could see the chaos outside.

Many cars were blocked on the road, some overturned, some hit the green belt, and there were bustling crowds, and the glass stubble on the ground was shining under the neon lights.Maybe there was still blood, but because it was too far away and too dark, I couldn't see or smell it clearly.

The two of them just occupied one side of the window. In the darkness, Joyoung played with the lighter in his hand, and the flame burst into flames with a snap.Looking at his handsome and cold face, he asked, "How is it? Who did you offend, harder than me?"

For Song Yishen, the oppressive feeling of death had receded, but what followed was his breath.It seemed to stimulate the fear cells in Song Yichuan's body to wake up again.

She was obviously afraid that her whole body would tremble, but she still gritted her teeth and pretended to be innocent, denying: "I didn't..." Except for this demon king by accident, in her life, has she ever provoked any other terrible people?
"Oh? Really not? So how did you persuade Master Qing to protect you?" At the beginning, Master Qing came forward to protect her, so he didn't touch her for the time being.

In other words, Master Qing's old ginger is much hotter than him.For no reason, how could he spill his muddy water?

"Master Qing?" Song Yishun was even more at a loss for this title.

"What? You don't think I, Zhuo Zhuo, found out with a conscience, and I haven't troubled you for a while, do you?" Zhuo Zhuo looked at her sarcastically.

Hearing this for a moment, Song Yiyan's face became very pale.Indeed, if she didn't hand over the things, the two of them would be doomed to be entangled, but handing over the things was equivalent to a death sentence!

"Tell me, why did you invite Master Qing?" Zhuo Zhuo asked, with a raised ending sound, showing a very interested look.

He really wanted to know, did she exchange the things in her hand for Master Qing's protection, or was there really someone behind her?Either way, he believed it had something to do with his father's death.

Song Yiyan's eyes were a little flustered because he suddenly thought of something, but he quickly covered it up and said, "But, I don't know Qing Ye."

She pretended to be mean, but he didn't expose it.The fingers loosened, and the flame in his hand was extinguished at once.The space fell into complete darkness again, because the cells and senses of the human body are more sensitive because they cannot see or see clearly.

He didn't speak, but Song Yimo could still feel his gaze on him.That kind of gaze seems to pass through the darkness, and it can still hold her firmly, firmly, making her unable to move, as if even her breathing is stagnant.

At such a tense moment of suffocation, someone knocked on the door panel.Although the sound was not heavy, it was clear and abrupt in such an environment.

"Enter." Excellence seemed to trust the environment very much, so compared to her, he was in a relaxed state.

Xiao Zhong, who was beside him, came in and called, "Young Master Zhuo."

"En." Zhuo Zhuo responded.

Xiao Zhong turned on the light, and everything in front of him became clear.

The layout of this room is like an office, because there are desks, bookcases, and a sofa for meeting guests not far away.There are a few sheets of paper scattered on the ground, and the used wine bottles and fruit plate on the coffee table have not been received yet.

While Song Yimo was looking at the environment, Xiao Zhong also looked at the two standing by the window.Then he said to Zhuo Zhuo: "This place is safe for the time being, but there are people from Master Qing outside. Master Zhuo and Miss Song don't leave for now, wait for our people to come."

Zhuo Liang nodded, walked back and sat on the sofa with his legs resting on the coffee table.

(End of this chapter)