Sweet love marriage: Domineering president keeps teasing

Chapter 72 Brake Failure
After a 10-minute slowdown, the feeling of lightheadedness and dizziness when reading is much better, and people are also more awake.

Sitting up straight, Nianshi glanced out of the car window.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was a weekday, so there were not many cars, and Feng Yiche's speed was faster than usual.

Seeing that it was not the way back to his company, Nian Shiqian asked curiously, "Where are you going?"

"Go home." Feng Yiche replied.

Listening to Feng Yiche's natural utterance of these two words, while reading, he looked at his side face covered with a layer of golden light by the sun, and paused slightly.

go home?their home?
Watched by Nian Shiqian's fiery eyes, Feng Yiche suddenly turned his head to meet her eyes: "Is there a problem?"

Nian Shiqian quickly shook her head: "No, no, um...it's a bit hot."

Trapped in the quiet carriage, Nian Shiqian slapped her parched cheeks with her hand, what to do, she was so thirsty.

No wonder Sister Qi repeatedly told her not to drink alcohol at the bar last time. It turns out that if she drank too much, she would have a strange illusion.

"Bangdang."

The car body suddenly shook violently.

Nian Shiqian grasped the doorknob tightly, didn't pay much attention to it, just thought it was a stone on the road.

"Take out my phone." Feng Yiche said suddenly.

Nian Shiqian nodded, and looked at Feng Yiche, who was holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, with a solemn expression.

Turning her head to search around him but not seeing him, Nian Shiqian asked, "Where is it?"

"pocket."

"Oh."

Nian Shiqian looked at Feng Yiche's flat shirt, then his eyes fell on the pants.

Squeezing her fingers, Nian Shiqian took another look at Feng Yiche, who seemed to be in a hurry, leaned lightly and approached him, hesitated for a moment, but still put her hand into the right pocket of his trousers.

Through the thin and smooth fabric, Nian Shiqian touched a soft temperature, and immediately turned her head aside like an electric shock.

He fumbled in his pocket with his eyes closed, wondering when he read it, he didn't have a mobile phone, could it be in the other pocket?
Feeling Nian Shi's gentle fingertips scratching back and forth at the base of his thighs, Feng Yiche's sharp eyes became more and more gloomy.

"What are you doing?" Feng Yiche's tone was harsh, even a little heavy.

"Looking for a mobile phone." Nian Shiqian was at a loss, didn't he ask himself to look for it?

Feng Yiche breathed out heavily, gritted his teeth lightly, and said in a deep voice, "The back seat!"

When he read it, he paused for a moment, and quickly turned his head to look back. Feng Yiche's suit jacket was lying quietly on the seat, and the golden corner of his phone was protruding from his pocket.

Uh... it's this pocket, not that pocket.

His cheeks flushed, and Nian Shiqian quickly withdrew his hand back.

Lowering her head, Nian Shiqian wished she could find a place to sneak in.

"Call Zhou Chenhan."

"Oh."

A little far away, Nian Shiqian leaned back and twisted, stretched out his hand to hook, finally took out the phone from his pocket, found Zhou Chenhan's phone and pressed it to dial...

"Oh!"

There was a sudden muffled loud noise outside the car, followed by a stronger shock than before. The entire body of the car trembled, and the front of the car swung violently to the right.

Feng Yiche quickly took control of the steering wheel, his brows were furrowed, and his heart was in a bad mood.

The cold eyes turned to the rearview mirror outside the window calmly, and the rear wheels of the car were completely blown off, revealing the silver wheels.

When he got on the Huancheng Road, he found that something was wrong with the car. Just as he was about to pull over to stop the car, he found that the brakes had failed!
But now, the tires exploded and the car was driving at a high speed, which undoubtedly made things worse!

With violent ups and downs, Nian Shiqian's head was thrown towards the back of Feng Yiche's chair, his temple hit the corner, and he became dizzy immediately, and the phone slipped from his hand.

(End of this chapter)