Mischief Vampire Highness

Chapter 169 Lige PUB: Black Evil Spirit

"Then I won't bother you!" Nami teased me on the other side of the phone. I glanced at Meng Chike, who was waiting for me to finish the call with "distired clothes", and I blushed all of a sudden.

"What are you thinking about, where are you, let's go now."

"You can call 'Coastal Lige Bar', Ke won't come!" Nami raised her voice, not forgetting to warn me that Meng Chike is a good card.

"Okay, bye." "Bye bye..." I hung up the phone with Nami, and I was thinking about how to find an excuse with Meng Chike, if I let him know that I went to the bar?

"Nami called, she... she asked me to go shopping." I buried my head in guilt, my heart beating wildly.

Meng Chike didn't answer, he approached me, took my hand and walked out.

It is also a patented elevator, he has been holding my hand, looking at the elevator door and not talking.

He just kept silent until he pushed me into the car.

It's night in the city, the street lights of shops are dazzling, the sky is so dark, no stars can be seen in the city, occasionally a patrol helicopter passes by.

Meng Chike drove the car on the highway. I am not familiar with this place, and I don’t know where he is going to take me. He occupied half the day today. Now I can go to the bar and go crazy. He will even deprive me of this right ?
"I'm getting out of the car." I started to take a chance for myself.

"No." Meng Chike skillfully turned the steering wheel and resolutely refused me.

"I'm going." I insisted on my own thoughts even more. A car passed in front of me. Meng Chike didn't seem to hear me. behind.

Looking at Meng Chike's heartless face through the rearview mirror, I really want to laugh at him.

"Fool, the one in front is not a car! You can't overtake it." Childish, I hid my amusedness and annoyed him helplessly.

While manipulating the steering wheel, he glanced at me once or twice.

"Don't bark!" He left me a sentence, and after he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled my seat belt, adjusted the car to the highest speed, and stepped on the accelerator with his long legs without letting go.

The pure black sports car is like a black evil spirit hidden in the city, like a traffic jam that rushes away at the sound of an order, roaring on the main highway of the city.

I have forgotten to scream, the summer night wind is like the north wind in February, it hurts like a knife on the face.

(End of this chapter)