Chapter 101

Obviously, this kind of red is a high-profile and romantic color that Yan Du'an likes.

But such Maserati, the world only sells ten.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Liang Jia's eyes flashed a trace of displeasure, and looked at red Maserati's eyes flashed a trace of coldness.

Liang Jia returned to her senses and stretched out her hand to open the door. She just pulled the door, only to find that it was locked. She looked back at Zhou Xingchen, and her eyes began to be chilly. The corner of Liang Jia's mouth gave a slight sneer: "Zhou Xingchen, put me down, I have something to say to him."

"Say?" Zhou Xingchen's hand tapped on the steering wheel, his eyes were a little low, and a faint light passed through his eyes. He seemed very unhappy: "haven't I deleted his contact information? What else do you have to say to him? "

Liang Jia was too lazy to explain to him, but she just put a smile on her lips: "will you let me off?"

"No way." Zhou Xingchen didn't seem to compromise. He gently spat out two words. It seems that I can't see Liang Jia's increasingly black face.

"I'll ask for the last time. Zhou Xingchen! Will you let me off or not? "

Zhou Xingchen's jealousy is inexplicable and unreasonable. Liang Jia has lost the mood to explain to him, just want to find clues to tell Yan Du'an, maybe this is more helpful to find her mother.

Thinking like this in my heart, of course, I did the same. I just couldn't push the door again. Liang Jia was really a little angry.

Zhou Xingchen didn't speak this time, but his eyes were gloomy. He raised Liang Jia's chin with both hands. Seeing the cold in Liang Jia's eyes, Zhou Xingchen's heart trembled.

He lowered his head, grabbed Liang Jia's soft red lips and tasted them fiercely, without giving Liang Jia a chance to breathe.

A lingering.

Liang Jia was a little angry and bit Zhou Xingchen hard. She didn't give up until she tasted something fishy.

But then came Zhou Xingchen's more violent capture.

One kiss is enough.

As Zhou Xingchen turned the steering wheel, the gloom of his eyes gradually dissipated and he just drove away.

Liang Jia's body is soft, and her hands and feet are a little weak because of Zhou Xingchen's kiss. She is too lazy to argue with him again. Seeing that Zhou Xingchen's mouth is bitten by her, she opens her mouth with a smile. She lazily watches him turn the steering wheel and no longer struggles.

Zhou Xingchen also saw Liang Jia slowly closing her eyes in the rearview mirror, and her eyes suddenly crossed a trace of tenderness.

Although he knew that there was nothing between Liang Jia and Yan Du'an, he just couldn't bear Yan Du'an's eyes on Liang Jia. The deep feeling made him want to kill Yan Du'an. It's not enough to regret that he killed Yan Du'an ten thousand times. He could accept Yan Du'an's help to investigate Liang Jia's life experience, but he couldn't accept their contact twice and three times.

Originally, Yan Du'an had an impure mind, in case such contact became more frequent

Zhou Xingchen's eyes began to become deep.

The red Maserati seemed to find Zhou Xingchen's silver Mercedes Benz, turned a beautiful corner and drove straight towards them.

It seems that we can't catch up.

Zhou Xingchen narrowed his eyes and seemed to find that Maserati was following them behind him, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and stepped on the gas pedal to let the car go forward.

Two brand-new cars are running after each other in the villa area.

Zhou Xingchen seems to think that the matter is not big enough, turning left and right to tease Yan Du'an to play, and the car flies across the rows of villas, leaving the red Maserati far behind.

The red Maserati is a long way behind. Yan Duan squints his eyes and goes around the corner in front of him. With gravity gas at his feet, he steps on the gas pedal. He sees the car getting closer to the silver Mercedes Benz in front of him. The car turns a corner and disappears again.

Good, you Zhou Xingchen.

He gave a sneer and continued to work harder.

The car turned a corner, the silver Mercedes Benz was near, and a black truck suddenly came down from a small intersection on the side.

Oh, no, I'm sorry.

Looking at Maserati in the rearview mirror, straight ahead, the big black truck rushed past, with a loud bang. Zhou Xingchen's mouth can not help but hook out a sneer, eyes unconsciously flashed a pleasant light, it is full of spring.

Liang Jia obviously did not dare to close her eyes since Zhou Xingchen's drag racing. At this moment, she saw that the front of the red Maserati's car in the rearview mirror had been hit with a vacancy, and looked anxiously at Yan Du'an in the driver's seat.It's just covered by heavy glass, and nothing can be seen. Only to see two cars quietly placed there, quietly, turned to look at Zhou Xingchen, she sighed in the heart.

"Yan Du an..."

"Don't worry, he's OK." Zhou Xingchen has a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He seems to know what Liang Jia wants to say. He stops Liang Jia's words and drives the car back to Zhou's house.

This man, overbearing and possessive, was not jealous when he saw Yan Du'an's car hit like this. He was also very happy. He was just a little boy.

She looked back at the red eyed Maserati and silently prayed for Yan Du an. Anyway, she could not save him.

Just arrived at the Zhou family, a landing to see the door is still open, Liang Jia some strange. But soon she remembered that there seemed to be someone else in the room before she went out.

Sure enough, a door to see some restless Yu Huaqing.

Zhou Xingchen's eyebrows were originally cold. When he saw Yu Huaqing, they finally condensed into ice. He carelessly walked over, lazily sat in the sofa, picked his eyebrows and looked at Yu Huaqing, waiting for Liang Jia to solve the problem.

It's disgusting to see one or two unpleasant people wandering around all day.

Liang Jia thinks of Yan Du'an's rear end collision accident. She is a little worried. She looks at Yu Huaqing's eyes with a touch of complexity. She goes over and wants to say nothing.

Yu Huaqing's originally expectant eyes became uneasy when she saw Liang Jia's look, and her fingers closed tightly together. But she still pretended to be casual, picking eyebrows: "how, speak up."

After much hesitation, Liang Jia decides to let Yu Huaqing go to see if Yan Du'an has anything to do with her. In order not to make Zhou Xingchen jealous again, she looks a little cold and her voice is slow: "just on the road, your brother Du'an had a car accident, and now it is estimated that she is still at the scene. I think you'd better go and have a look."

"What did you say?"

Smell speech, Yu Huaqing's face a white, body shape some unsteady, but still immediately picked up just throw to Liang Jia's bag, hurried out of the door.

Maybe, I really like it.

Looking at Yu Huaqing's back in a hurry, Liang Jia thinks so quietly. But Zhou Xingchen on the sofa was staring at her helpless face, with a sneer: "Liang Jia, it's time to talk about our relationship."