Chapter 1880 Life is in your hands
He didn’t want to go, so he turned back every step of the way, hoping that Yan Chi would call him back, but that man had a heart of stone, and his mouth seemed to be welded shut, and he would not open his mouth. .
The pretty guy bravely asked the killer for cigarettes, but he was generous enough to throw him a whole pack.
After getting it, the pretty boy hurriedly ran back, fearing that he would be thrown into a crowd of enemies if he was too slow.
“Grandpa, give it!”
Yan Chi took the cigarette, removed the top layer, tore a slit in the corner, took out a cigarette, and habitually put the cigarette butt on the box after closing it.
This action was taught to him by Brother Yan.
When I was a boy, I stole my first cigarette from Brother Yan. After Brother Yan found out, he beat out one of his teeth. He was a few years younger and was still a minor at the time. After Bo Yanqing beat him, he also beat him The cigarettes were taken back without being touched or smoked.
Yan Chi endured it until he became an adult and bought a pack of cigarettes by himself. When he smoked his first cigarette, he imitated Bo Yanqing's movements and knocked the cigarette on the pack. He felt that he was so handsome.
Later this habit stayed, especially recently.
"Where's the fire?"
"Oh, there is!"
The pretty boy got into the car window and took out a lighter from the drawer. He tried to wipe it several times but failed. He finally lit up a small cluster, and quickly held the fire and brought it to Yan Chi's mouth.
He was not polite and did not even bother to hold him up. He held a cigarette in his mouth and came close to the flames. The tobacco leaves quickly burned red when they touched the fire.
“Want one?” Yan Chi handed the cigarette case to the pretty boy.
"Who wants to smoke!" The pretty boy jumped to the front of the car and squatted down, teeth clenching, "I paid for it with my life, do I have the intention to smoke!"
Yan Chi lowered his head and laughed. , "You still have to go with them today."
"Why?!" The pretty boy's eyes widened, "You promised, I will give you a cigarette and you will protect me!"
"I agreed. There are many of them, and I am the only one with only one gun. If I can't beat you, I will still leave you and run away. After all, my life is worse than mine. Your importance.”
He, he, he...
Do you want some face?
"I don't care, anyway..."
At this time, a bullet was shot in the front wheel, and another tire burst.
The pretty boy couldn't squat down properly and almost fell off the hood. He instinctively grabbed Yan Chi's arm.
They were arguing here, but the other party couldn't wait any longer and fired again.
The little pretty face was sweating, her face was pale, and even her lips were bloodless. She shook her head a few times before she managed to hold in her voice: "Okay! If we continue to talk, we both have to explain here. , you are powerful, I know it. As long as you protect me with all your strength, we can still escape by grabbing a car. I will give you money afterwards, a lot of money!"
Yan Chi's mouth overflowed lightly! Bai Wu had a specious smile at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was low and deep, mixed with an inexplicable smile, "Okay."
He stretched out his hand towards the pretty face.
The pretty boy choked up and glanced behind Yan Chi's waist, "Don't you have one yourself?"
Yan Chi said: "Keep my gun to save my life, I'll use yours first."
The pretty boy gritted his teeth, thinking that he would still be abandoned. He had never seen such a difficult person and a business that was difficult to negotiate. These days, I don’t show any sympathy for the delicious food and drinks. If I had known that I would have let him die of heat, thirst, and cold in the desert, why would I have saved him?
He reluctantly took out his gun and struggled for at least three seconds before putting it in his hand with a sullen face. Without taking his hand back, he clasped Yan Chi's hand tightly with the gun.
“Grandpa, my grandson’s life is in your hands!”
(End of this chapter)