Chapter 1875 It’s You
He didn’t dare to touch the woman stuck under the seat. Her face and arms were covered in blood. She didn’t know where the wounds were. The pretty girl actually turned her head and wanted to vomit. He slapped the front seat hard. .
Shouting loudly: "Drive, let me get out!"
The driver was also seriously injured and lost his hands on the steering wheel. He shouted weakly: "Young master, it is very dangerous. The situation is unclear at the moment, waiting for them——"
"What are you waiting for! Waiting to die!"
He cherished his life so much, so naturally he would not travel so simply. He was followed by two cars of bodyguards. He saw figures walking around outside the window, but even his own father was unreliable, and these people may not be reliable either.
"I'm really fed up with this bad life! Just let them come, my father is the only one who has killed me. He deserves to have no descendants in his life!"
< br>He took out the gun attached to his waist and opened the deformed car door.
Before the oil tanker hit him, a car jumped out of nowhere and hit his car. The two cars collided with the side rails. He clearly saw the car overturned. Well, his car was lucky, and it happened to be caught by a tree. It didn't turn over, but it wasn't much better.
The pretty boy climbed out of the car door. He didn't see anyone clearly and didn't know the direction. He fired several shots into the air. He was flustered but his hands didn't shake. He was simply driven into panic.
The driver also climbed out, and the pretty boy kicked him back, "What are you doing out here? Go and get her out! Or let her die here!"
The driver didn't even look at him. Suddenly, "Master, your safety is more important. As for these individuals, it's okay not to save them. I'll save my strength and escort you to transfer first."
"Transfer is a fart! You know nothing!" The pretty boy held up the gun. He aimed his mouth at the driver's head and said, "Save her!"
The driver didn't dare to hide, his face turned pale for a moment, he responded, turned around and went to save her.
He really didn't understand that the young master had so many women, why did he only care about this one? He didn't usually see their deep feelings, and the young master rarely even went to her room. The pretty boy avoided the car, hiding himself so as not to expose himself to the other party's sight. Suddenly someone pulled him. He was frightened and raised his gun to fight at him. Suddenly, he received a blow on his wrist. He took it out of his hand, and his eyes were spinning. He was pressed against the car by his throat, and his waist happened to hit the door armrest, and he groaned in pain.
I couldn’t even cry out in pain. When I opened my eyes, I saw Yan Chi’s cold face approaching.
The pretty boy was speechless, "Grandpa?"
Yan Chi was injured. There was a wound on his eyebrow bone, and a winding line of blood flowed along the end of his eyebrow and through the corner of his eye. His eyes were red, and his eyes were filled with tears. But there was no trace of blood, "Grandson, you didn't even call me grandpa when you ran for your life, and you let me die in your manor for you?"
"I..."
The pretty boy glanced at the overturned car with his eyes, "Was that you just now?"
"If I didn't knock you away," Yan Chi held his face and asked him to look at the group of people in the distance. Fire, "You have been burnt to ashes a long time ago."
The little white-faced boy choked, holding Yan Chi's arm and crying, "I was scared to death! Those bastards want my life! I I almost burped!"
Yan Chi sneered: "Why are you so anxious? I'll beat you to death as well."
"..." The cry suddenly came back to his throat.
"No, you beat me too hard. I can't bear it. I didn't leave you here on purpose. I ran away in such a hurry that I didn't care about you, but I care about you in my heart!"
(End of this chapter)