Although Zhao Sanjin has been in Jianghai for more than a month, as the road is three points and one line, the places where he can regularly point every day basically belong to "Liu's traditional Chinese medicine", Shengshi international and Xia Lingmo's home.

When it comes to other routes, Zhao Sanjin is really at a loss.

Open Maybach's super eight inch LCD screen, Zhao Sanjin enters the best planned route through rapid navigation, and the street lights all the way show an unimpeded trend. Zhao Sanjin doesn't think much, but directly deepens the accelerator for a few points.

That has soared to the speed of 200 per hour, which still makes Zhao Sanjin want to drive Maybach as a plane.

This interesting phenomenon makes the old man shake his head and smile bitterly. There is no doubt that he has his own views and opinions on Zhao Sanjin.

It will be close to noon, and it will face the peak of getting off work at noon again. At that time, even if there are not too many vehicles on the road, the pedestrians coming and going will become the biggest constraint of Zhao Sanjin. Naturally, the road by the river has become a selection of Zhao Sanjin.

In three minutes, Zhao Sanjin had consumed one minute, which made the old man couldn't help joking: "it seems that your three messages are a little difficult? Do you need me to relax your requirements?"

"Oh? Can you relax your requirements?" Zhao Sankin asked with a sly smile at the corners of his mouth.

"Are you adding one minute to your over run route?" the old man looked at the map from green line to red line on the display screen. With the prompt sound of Didi, he knew that Zhao Sanjin was going the wrong way without asking.

Zhao Sanjin nodded noncommittally without refuting, but smiled meaningfully, which made the old man feel that he was brought to the ditch.

After Maybach made a sharp 180 degree turn, Zhao Sanjin's vehicle went retrograde, followed by two Mercedes Benzes less than 100 meters directly.

"What do you want to do?" the old man was also touched by Zhao Sanjin's sudden move. His straight waist couldn't help bending forward a little and became interested.

Although Zhao Sanjin's force was installed very well, it suddenly suffered to the two Mercedes Benz cars behind. It was originally to protect the old people in Zhao Sanjin's car that they would follow. Then, looking at Zhao Sanjin's posture, it was clear that it meant to die together.

The distance of 100 meters, when both sides told the forward speed, it was only a blink of an eye, and it was retracted by one-third. In this blink, the heads of both sides had the meaning to touch.

The old man's eyebrows finally showed the meaning of tight wrinkling. Looking at Zhao Sanjin's appearance without panic, he was more interested and locked his eyes on Maybach's steering wheel.

"Damn it!" the driver of the Mercedes Benz opposite slapped the steering wheel. At the next moment, he could only beat the steering wheel to the right and let Maybach run through the gap between the two Mercedes Benzes.

At the intersection of the three forks in front, the red light on the red street light is on. Zhao Sanjin not only doesn't mean to slow down, but improves the speed to the extreme.

"You boy, you are really crafty!" the old man felt a long sigh of relief in his heart, bent forward and sat up straight again, stretched out his hand and pointed to Zhao Sanjin, but he could only shake his head reluctantly.

When the distance between the two cars was less than five meters, the string in the old man's heart was really tight. Even, there was a feeling of survival.

This feeling makes the old man feel very strange. Obviously, he is a person who despises life and death. In the 50 or 60 years of his long life, he is not facing death directly for the first time. How can he be afraid today?

This strange feeling, the old man can not say why, can only give up.

It turned out that Zhao Sanjin deliberately let himself go the wrong way from beginning to end. The 180 degree reversal, facing the Mercedes Benz of the bodyguards around the old man, went head-on, just to force him to drive two cars.

It's impolite to say that Zhao Sanjing's practice is a gamble with the old man and his own life.

If the drivers on the Mercedes Benz make a slight miscalculation or have no time to change lanes, the result must be a situation of losing both sides.

Even so, Zhao Sanjin still gambled and won.

At this moment, Zhao Sanjin has turned from the position of the red street lamp with Maybach, and directly moved forward in a straight line in the direction of Binjiang Road.

"It seems that two minutes is enough." Zhao Sankin smiled complacently, looked at the old man through the rearview mirror and asked faintly, "I don't know if there will be more news if it is completed one minute ahead of time?"

At least, behind Maybach, there was no trace of two Mercedes Benzes. The driver of the Mercedes Benz wanted to turn around and continue to catch up, but it was a pity that the traffic light time at the third fork behind had come. They turned around, which was against hundreds of cars.

"One more message?" the old man thought for a moment and said with a smile, "I really have a redundant message to attach to you. It's just this message. Even if I don't say it, you'll do it."

"Shall we just talk in the car? Or shall I buy you a cup of coffee?" Zhao Sanjin said jokingly without objection, ordering another question.

"I don't have the taste to enjoy the dark things like coffee. If I can drink some green tea, I think it will be very good." the old man's words all have the appearance of diverting saliva, which really makes Zhao Sanjin a little sad and laughing, but he had to find a teahouse to entertain him.

On Binjiang Road, Zhao Sanjin passed this road twice. The first time was when he just arrived in Jianghai City, and the second time was when he took Xia Lingmo to see the factory. This was the third time.

However, what makes Zhao Sanjin feel boring is that there was a woman around him two times ago, still like a flower. This time, it's better not to advance but retreat. It's so heavy that even an old man of 50 or 60 years old won't let go.

Zhao Sankin slowed down his speed and looked along Binjiang Road. Finally, he found a family that felt good. Its name was Qingjiang, 'Qingjiang teahouse', a single family low-rise building located on Binjiang Road. Although it did not exceed five floors, he could find a few sparse people at random.

At noon, those who can still come to taste tea are real tea lovers. Naturally, the place chosen by tea lovers will not be too bad, will they?

The old man stopped and his face became serious. Then he looked at Zhao Sanjin and said, "I'm Xia xiahao's bodyguard and Xia Changqing's housekeeper, who you should guess."

"Having multiple jobs?" Zhao Sanjin smiled, not too concerned. He just joked, as if he had lost interest, and continued to walk towards the teahouse.

In fact, Zhao Sanjin's heart actually set off a wave. He never thought that the housekeeper of the Xia family would find himself and talk to himself.

Up to now, Zhao Sanjin has seven or eight layers of assurance. It is certain that Xia Lingmo must have been taken away by Xia's people. However, the housekeeper's sudden arrival does not know what it will be for.

"In fact, Xia doesn't have only one housekeeper. My main task is to protect young master Tianhao. Even ling'er has a housekeeper and her protector." Xia Changqing explained to Zhao Sanjin, but only in exchange for Zhao Sanjin's' Oh ', there is no following. The sudden change of painting style really makes Xia Changqing confused.

"Then why haven't I seen the protector around Xia Lingmo?" Zhao Sanjin suddenly realized a serious problem and asked.

"We old bones won't appear until the young master and young lady's life and death." Xia Changqing smiled and said, "but we pay attention to them a lot of time. Don't you have done anything bad?"