"Sister in law, have you seen Luo Jing?" Seventeen asked, a little trembling in tone.

"Luo Jing?" Ye Shengge looks surprised. In the early morning, he looks for Luo Jing anxiously. What's the meaning?

Seventeen teeth: "we have a Luo Jing, may be false."

Last night, he tentatively asked some questions. Today, he can't see Luo Jing's whereabouts. He specially went to find the monitor. After Luo Jing went to the boss's study, he left the villa and hasn't come back yet.

Asking ye Shengge about Luo Jing's whereabouts is just his last struggle.

He hoped that his guess was wrong. In fact, Luo Jing just went shopping and will be back soon.

"False?" Ye Shengge suddenly thinks of Luo Jing's injured appearance when she comes back. Although he is very glad that the wounds are all skin injuries, he has been lying in bed for more than a week.

Where did the real Luo Jing go?

Is the injury more serious?

"What's going on?" Ye Shengge looks at 17 with a serious face.

In fact, seventeen had lost his sense of propriety at the moment. His face was at a loss, and he didn't know what he thought of. Seventeen suddenly changed his face, turned around and ran out.

"Seventeen, wait." Ye Shengge catches up in a hurry.

Luo Jing's affairs need to be determined, but it's not good to go out in seventeen kinds of state. Besides, if Luo Jing is true or false, seventeen kinds of rushing out will definitely suffer losses.

We need to stop people as soon as possible.

At the door of the villa, I can't see the figure of seventeen.

"Guy, it's so impulsive." Ye Shengge frowned.

"Hero sad beauty pass oh, ha ha." Rongling still looks leisurely, with his toes on his feet and his hands on his forehead, looking into the distance: "with the density of dust on the road, it's not long since I drove out."

"Say something useful." Who doesn't know, I just went out.

"I mean, with the time he left and the speed of the car, we could catch up, if I was driving." he raised his wrist and looked at the time on his wrist. "If he doesn't stop halfway, he can catch up in two hours."

Isn't that bullshit in the bullshit? I've been in another city for two hours.

"Stop talking. Let's go." In Rong Ling's self righteous analysis, ye Shengge has already driven out of the car.

Rong Ling quickly got on the bus: "that, sister-in-law, or I'll drive it?"

"Yes, you're the one to drive. If you can't catch up with 17, I'll tell Gu Jingchen about you. I'll say that you deliberately showed me those things. I don't know who you are." Ye Sheng laughs innocently.

Rong Ling almost didn't get angry with her words, but now people have materials in their hands, and they are led by the nose. They can only admit that they are unlucky: "sister-in-law, you can't use it all the time. You should know it."

"No, it's easy to use. Don't you mean you're a good driver? Can you drive at a speed of 100?" A look of disdain.

It's not high speed in 100 speed. Can't you say 100 speed is fast? He's still worried that she's going to drive 100, isn't he? Good! Don't cry later.

In general, Rong Ling stepped on the accelerator directly, and the car roared away faster.

Ye Shengge not only was not afraid, but also nodded with satisfaction: "to keep the speed of one hundred and four is to drive."

Rong Ling almost spit blood, only dare to make complaints about it in his heart: it's not a high speed or a double lane. Keep one hundred and four, you say keep one hundred and four, I will drive to one hundred and six.

It has to be said that Rong Ling's driving skill is very good. He can drive steadily at a speed of 16. He is constantly overtaking. Next to him is the cliff. His face is not red and he is out of breath. He looks very leisurely.

"I see seventeen cars." Ye Shengge suddenly opens his mouth. Gu Jingchen's cars all have official labels. Gu Jingchen has his own brand. His cars are easy to recognize.

"Boy, I don't want to get along. I drive the boss's car like a mess. I think if I scratch someone's car, even if it's a trace, I'll be skinned by the boss." When Rong Ling said something, ye Shengge clearly heard the taste of schadenfreude.

She glared at Rong Ling: "you drive me to a hundred and six, but also more than 11 cars, eight container cars, I think, you have to be punished, it is not small."

Punishment will not be, that is, it will be faked and thrown to the place where birds don't shit, which is more terrible than punishment.He found that he was not ye Shengge's rival at all. Even if he had been oppressed by his eldest brother, his sister-in-law could oppress him, and suddenly felt how dark the world was.

"Sister in law, I solemnly tell you that I'm your man now. No, I mean, I'm on your side." Rong Ling is very serious.

Ye Shengge pointed to the direction of seventeen: "you see, what do those people want to do?"

Seventeen cars, followed by two cars, the people on the car, directly stood up from the skylight, more exaggerated is, in their hands, a machine knife.

"Shit, do you want to make a movie? Who are these people? They are so arrogant. " It's a highway. Some people are not afraid of the blade. How many people will be hurt if they go down with one knife?

And they don't worry about being caught at all?

"Rong Ling, do you have a knife?" To save seventeen, we must fight with others, otherwise, we can only watch seventeen shot into a sieve.

"What do you want to do, sister-in-law? You don't want to fight them, do you? " Rong Ling almost didn't drive the car into the river.

"Yes." Ye Shengge nodded seriously.

"I'm sorry to tell you that I don't have the habit of carrying a knife. Besides, I'm on vacation now. What's more, I'm a doctor. Do you think it's appropriate for a doctor to carry a knife? Can I still threaten the king of hell with a knife when I save people, so that people don't take them away? "

"Wait a minute. Look at those men's knives." Rong Ling has a look of hell.

Ye Shengge turned his eyes when he looked at it. The knife he was shooting at was a water jet. From a distance, a water jet was shooting at the body of 17. It was like washing the car for 17.

"Some people are really arrogant." Rong Ling's smile was a lot gloomy.

Isn't it? Some people are targeting 17 people. Dare you say it's a coincidence? Where are so many coincidences in this world? They just don't know who they are.

"I think if someone is directing in the dark, one of our cars will be targeted." Rong Ling smiles.