Chapter 1878: Being thrown
I don’t even know where the pain started.
The pretty boy lay on the ground and bared his teeth, hissing for a long time. After taking a mouthful of cold wind, he felt that not only his body hurt, but his brain also throbbed terribly.
I dare not close my eyes, fearing that it will just pass.
It took me a long time to recover, and I slowly stood up. I only had two hands. I didn’t know whether to hold my butt or my waist. Everything hurt.
"Isn't that true? I'm just going to take revenge on you for throwing me so hard!"
Yan Chi tied the gauze into a knot and gave him a look, "You try to be mean again."
"Don't... don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore."
The pretty boy limped over and wanted to sit next to Yan Chi, but when Yan Chi raised his hand, he thought he was going to be beaten. , his butt ejected and almost flew out by himself, and he instinctively took a few steps to the side. When he saw that Yan Chi was just putting the medicine back into the box and had no intention of beating him, he moved his butt and sat back down.
“Aren’t you afraid of being beaten? How dare you come?”
The pretty boy choked up his breath and said, "Being beaten is better than being alone. I'm afraid of being in the wilderness."
Yan Chi snorted coldly.
The light of his flashlight was extinguished, and after a while of silence, the pretty boy hugged himself and trembled, "You really don't want to make a fire?"
Yan Chi: "Are you going to collect firewood?"
"I am weak..."
"Then just stay."
Yan Chi had no intention of moving. He took off his coat, walked to a nearby tree, sat down against the trunk, covered his body with his coat, and leaned his head against it. Are you going to sleep under a tree?
The pretty boy moved over, "Are you going to sleep? Are you going to sleep like this?"
Yan Chi glanced in the direction of the car.
The pretty girl followed his line of sight, turning her head this way and then back, "It's okay, she's lying in the back seat, and I'll sit in front with you, so we can sit in the same place."
Yan Chi said: "Squeezing."
"Squeezing is better than being blown by the cold wind outside." Yan Chi closed his eyes, too lazy to talk to him.
The pretty boy asked for trouble. He hugged his knees and moved, looking closer at Yan Chi. He repeated the words in his mouth several times. When he was about to say what he wanted to say, Yan Chi's breathing became faster. Smooth.
I could only sigh: "I really don't know which of us will follow and suffer the consequences. I picked you up in the desert and you tortured me every day, but you rescued me twice and followed me around the world. Yes, why bother you.”
Yan Chi had a chance to escape, he knew it.
The road where the tanker truck came out happened to be a fork in the road, and Yan Chi's car was behind it. He had originally planned another route. It's no wonder that the pretty boy was suspicious, but when Yan Chi wasn't paying attention, he I leaned against the window of the car and glanced at the navigation inside.
The manor was attacked, there was such a huge movement, people were being gathered and sent away, how could Yan Chi not know about it.
He didn't show up at the time. Later he drove out in a car. He was far away and the pretty boy saw him. When the oil tanker appeared, Yan Chi's car accelerated and grabbed him before he was hit. The car was knocked open.
Tsk.
What bad luck, another injury.
No one responded to his words. The pretty boy looked at Yan Chi, went back to the car, and pulled out a thin blanket. He wanted to give it to Yan Chi, but he gritted his teeth and turned to the back without even opening the car door. Go and put the thin blanket on the woman.
This night, I shouldn’t have slept too deeply, but I was too sleepy. It would be dawn when I woke up.
The pretty boy raised the folded seat, rubbed his eyes, squinted and looked outside. Yan Chi was standing at the front of the car.
The pretty boy opened the door and got out of the car, "You got up so early?"
Yan Chi looked sideways at him, "Do you know your father?"
"What?"
Yan Chi motioned for him to look forward.
(End of this chapter)