Sweet love marriage: Domineering president keeps teasing

Chapter 36
Getting out of the car with an umbrella, Feng Yiche looked at the curled up woman at the front of the car.

She is protecting something with her body.

Frowning, Feng Yiche took out his business card, but before he could speak, the woman in front of him raised her head.

"Feng Yiche?" Nian Shiqian was pleasantly surprised, stood up abruptly, but did not forget to hold the backpack in her arms tightly, and stood in front of Feng Yiche with a big stride, and raised her voice, "You are here, Great, I still called you, are you here to pick me up?"

Looking at Nian Shiqian who was in a mess in front of him, his lips were a little purple from the cold, but his eyes lit up because he saw him, Feng Yiche withdrew his hand holding the business card.

"What are you doing here?" Feng Yiche said coldly, "Just rushing over like this, don't you want to kill yourself?"

Nian Shiqian shook her head vigorously, looked secretly at the man in the cap who had disappeared behind Feng Yiche and was relieved, then smiled at Feng Yiche.

Feng Yiche's frown deepened, did she lose her mind?
Turning around and opening the car door, Feng Yiche said coldly, "Get in the car."

"Hey." Nian Shiqian nodded, and walked quickly to the passenger seat.

The car drove towards the direction of Feng Mansion.

Nian Shiqian carefully opened the backpack, took out the camera wrapped in a plastic bag, and carefully checked whether it was crushed.

"hiss."

Nian Shiqian's palm accidentally crushed the chain of the backpack, and immediately shrank back in pain.

Turning over his hand, he saw that a piece of skin had been rubbed off the heel of his palm.

Although it was painful, she felt relieved obviously when she saw that the camera was not injured in any way.

Although Feng Yiche didn't look her in the face, he could see her movements from the corner of his eye.

Did this woman risk her life to protect this camera?

"What is this?" Feng Yiche asked knowingly.

Nian Shiqian breathed into the camera, then wiped it carefully with his sleeve: "Camera."

"So, the camera is more important than life?" Feng Yiche asked lightly, he asked knowingly to elicit this sentence.

Nian Shiqian shook his head, but nodded slightly, followed by a helpless murmur: "No one wants to repair it in the first place, and if it falls again, let alone try to repair it."

In the airtight carriage, a bloody smell gradually spread, and Feng Yiche's sharp eyes slipped from Nian Shiqian's palm to her knee.

Reaching out and throwing the tissue to Nian Shiqian, Feng Yiche frowned, and his tone became inexplicably cold: "Wipe the blood clean."

When she read it, she was slightly taken aback, her palms were just a little torn.

Thinking that his body was dirty and wet, which had stained Feng Yiche's leather seat, he subconsciously moved towards the car window, and immediately felt a tingling pain in his numb knees.

Looking down, Nian Shiqian immediately understood what Feng Yiche was talking about.

Both knees were badly bruised, and blood and rainwater flowed down the white calf to the ankle.

When he read it, he lowered his head to clean the wound, Feng Yiche calmly propped up his left hand, and used his index finger to block his breathing.

In the reflector outside the window, in the rain curtain, there was a black car following behind him not too far away. The window was pitch black, and the lights were not even turned on.

Frowning, Feng Yiche suddenly slammed the steering wheel and adjusted his new route.

And that car also adjusted its route.

With cold eyes, Feng Yiche lowered his left hand to hold the steering wheel, and shifted gears with his right hand.

"Sit still."

"Ok?"

Nian Shiqian was cleaning the wound when she suddenly heard Feng Yiche say something, and before she could react, the car that was driving smoothly suddenly had a strong momentum, almost throwing her out.

Quickly throwing away the tissue in his hand, Nian Shiqian grabbed the handrail of the door and window, looked at the shadow of the car speeding past outside the window, his face changed slightly: "What... what's wrong?"

On rainy days, everyone drives very slowly, but he is actually racing.

Seeing Feng Yiche's car speed up suddenly, the car following behind also turned on its lights, speeded up, and rushed up.

The light that suddenly came on in the reflector caught Nian Shiqian's attention. There was a car following them all the time, no wonder.

Gritting his teeth, he frowned lightly when he read it, and quickly tightened his seat belt and said to Feng Yiche, "I'm ready."

Feng Yiche turned his head and glanced at Nian Shiqian with a firm expression, gently licked the corner of his lower lip, and stepped on the accelerator suddenly.

"boom--"

When reading it, she closed her eyes tightly in fright.

(End of this chapter)