Black-bellied Bamboo Horse: Xiaoqingmei, I can't eat enough!

Chapter 862
Yuan Ming wasted another half an hour in the mall, and finally rushed to buy everything like a war.

On the way back to school, Yuan Ming felt that nothing happened.

Hmm... He hasn't had much trouble lately, other than keeping an eye on the other one in the apartment.

But the problem is, after watching him for so many days, there is nothing wrong with that guy Zhang Fang at all!
This discovery really made him both bald and grateful.

Yuan Ming shook his head, recovered and continued to concentrate on driving.

It's just that he came back to his senses, otherwise... I'm afraid he's going to run into the fiery red Ferrari parked by the side of the road not far ahead.

The car flashed twice, obviously something went wrong and it broke down on the side of the road, and a dusty van was parked in front of that car at the moment, and a few hooligan-like people were standing there talking and laughing. By the side of the car, look at the man in the Ferrari.

Red, Ferrari, this is the way to Cambridge.

Yuan Ming never believed in coincidences, so the person in this car should be her.

He slowed down and pulled up next to the Ferrari.

Chris was sitting in the car at the moment, feeling very upset.

She has already called Lucy, but it will take at least half an hour to drive here from downtown London. Can she... wait for her family to come to rescue her? !

Looking at the punks in front, Chris regretted rejecting Lucy's offer to send her back to school.

What to do? What to do? What to do……

Chris's mind was full of these words.

She didn't think she was capable of defeating those little bastards.

Her marksmanship is good... But the problem is, no one is giving her a gun right now.

Moreover, even if she was given a gun, would she really dare to hit someone? !

That's a real person!Not a cold target!

Chris's heart was in a mess, she frowned, she didn't dare to get out of the car, and she didn't even dare to move.

At this moment, a black car slowly stopped beside her car.

Chris subconsciously turned her head to look.

Black, Aston Martin, this is the way to Cambridge.

So... that guy?
He won't want to add insult to injury, will he?
No, no, no...it shouldn't be possible.

It's just that I don't know him well, and I haven't even said a word, will he help me?

There was a trace of longing in Chris's heart, but more anxiety.

She was afraid, afraid that Yuan Ming would leave.

After all, this man didn't seem to have looked at himself directly.

After all, I have never spoken a word to him, and the relationship between the two is almost that of strangers.

Chris looked out the car window in a daze.

She saw Yuan Ming get out of the car after he parked it, walked around the front of the car, and glanced vaguely at the gangsters.

His eyes were still frightening, and those little gangsters were obviously a little dazed, they just stared at him blankly, and forgot to go up and shout a few words.

Yuan Ming walked around the front of the car and walked to the side of the Ferrari. He reached out to open the door, but found that the door was locked.

He bent his index finger and tapped on the glass, signaling Chris to open the door.

Chris was obedient at the moment, she quickly unlocked the car and was about to open the door, but found that the man outside was faster than her and had already opened the door.

"Go, take my car back."

Strictly speaking, this was the first sentence Yuan Ming said to Chris.

I said something before, but in that sentence, the meaning of complaining about Zhang Meng is more, or it can be understood as saying that it is to Zhang Meng.

He showed no expression. He opened the car door with one hand and blocked it with the other, as if the two were very close friends.

Chris nodded, pulled out the car key and got out of the car.

Yuan Ming turned around and opened the passenger's door of his car again. He waited for Chris to sit in and lock the car before closing the door, and walked in the direction of the driver's seat according to the route when he came.

Those little bastards finally came to their senses. They gathered around and uttered obscenities one by one. Some said Yuan Ming was meddling in other people's business, and some told him not to get dirty and get out of here.

They were talking, and they were already gearing up to make a move.

Chris looked at the scene outside, her heart was raised.

so many people?

How did Yuan Ming deal with it?

But soon, her heart was relieved.

Yuan Ming calmly unbuttoned his suit, raised his fist and met the first gangster who charged towards him.

Two minutes later, Yuan Ming glanced at the punk lying on the ground in a mess, and said calmly, "Get out of the way, don't get in the way."

The punks crying for their mothers moved their painful bodies one by one, and they really... rolled to the side, giving way to the road.

Yuan Ming returned to the car while buttoning up his clothes. He glanced at Chris and said calmly, "Seat belt."

Chris finally came to her senses, she pulled the seat belt on in a daze, and then unconsciously looked at Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming started the car to leave the clutter, and drove quickly all the way to the school.

"Thank you, thank you."

It took Chris a long time to remember to thank her.

Yuan Ming was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head with a smile: "No, it's easy."

Seeing his smile, Chris was stunned for a moment, and then she slapped her forehead suddenly: "It's over... I left my keys in the car."

The house key is in the bag, the bag is in the car, and the mobile phone is also in the car.

God, come and tell her, what is she going to do now? !

Yuan Ming paused for a moment, then asked her, "Do you have a spare key at home?"

"Yes." Chris rubbed her eyebrows a little irritably.

This was the first time she lived outside by herself, and all kinds of things made her almost annoyed to death.

Now he forgot to bring the key again, really... driving her crazy.

"That's fine." Yuan Ming said, and had no intention of turning back.

Chris opened her mouth, but gave up on asking him to drive back.

Forget it, it's already troublesome for him, so don't trouble him anymore.

At worst, when she goes back to school later, she will take a taxi to pick up her things.

Fortunately, today is the weekend, otherwise I really can't afford to delay.

Chris thought, and sighed helplessly.

Yuan Ming didn't think about it that much at all, just now in the Prada store, he realized who this young lady really is.

"Chris Hall."

He still remembered Chris' self-introduction back then.

Hall.

Although this surname is not too rare, there should be only one family surnamed Hall in the whole of the UK that can make Prada clerks respectful.

Such a young lady, still need to worry about what to do with the car left halfway?
He is responsible for sending her back to the apartment in peace, and other things...it's really not that troublesome.

(End of this chapter)