Mischief Vampire Highness

Chapter 11 Street Raiders: The Escape Plan

Immediately I jumped out of bed:
"What's wrong with my room, turnips and vegetables, everyone has their own love."

I looked around at the decoration of the room that Mo Yang exclusively designed for me, the walls were spray-painted with pictures, and there was also an abandoned small log, copper-blue wooden boards, I really like it, and there are many exaggerated decorations...

They are all my favorites. Although it is a little bit not like a girl's bedroom, I am just like this.

"Ye Xing!! You have to learn to be independent in the future, don't ask the master to help you finish everything." Wu Ma had almost finished packing, and sat next to me nagging.

In this house, I allow Mama Wu to come into my room, not even my fierce father, Mama Wu is very talkative, which occasionally makes me feel like a mother.

"What else do you pack, check it yourself, I'll go down first."

Watching Mama Wu walk out the door, I thought about what she said, yes, I just let my father clean up the mess after I messed up. I am not as independent and sensible as Han Qing, so I just know how to play around.

But so what... is this going to send me away! !I don't want to be so obedient.

I took out my phone and dialed a number.

"You're not dead yet!! You still dare to call, the old man is gone...you..."

"Stop." As soon as the call was connected, Mo Yang complained angrily from the other side of the receiver, "3 minutes, come and pick me up." I couldn't wait, so I interrupted Mo Yang, walked to the door and locked it.

"How dare you! You want us to go..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo up

The 3-minute wait seemed as long as a century. I opened the window and looked at the straight green road outside the window, wishing I could escape now.

"Boom boom boom——"

"Girl, is it alright?" After knocking on the door a few times, my father knocked me outside the door.

"I'll change clothes." I anxiously looked at the empty road, and responded casually. Suddenly, a spray-painted convertible sports car drifted into the distance at the intersection, with the sound of a locomotive, rolling up fallen leaves and howling. Coming towards me.

That's great, Mo Yang is Mo Yang, and with the sound of "呲", Mo Yang stopped the car directly under my window in seconds.

I jumped out of the window sill excitedly, when I was about to escape.

(End of this chapter)