Chapter 238

As he was about to speak, a waiter with a metal kettle passed by them, and a flustered shadow fell into Shen Mo Chen's eyes.

Miroja slapped the table, picked up her bag and went outside. She wanted to be quiet and stay away from the big horn in front of her!

Out of the restaurant, miroja gets on the car and takes out her cell phone to make a phone call. But before she dials out, she hears a dull sound from the door

"Why did you come up?" Miroja looked askance at the man beside her, his tone full of disgust.

Shen Mo Chen sat in the co pilot's seat, his body was a little stiff, and his tone was not as frivolous as usual: "drive quickly."

"This is my car. I won't take you. You go down first." Miroja mercilessly gouged him out. The mobile phone she just picked up was put aside by her, but she refused to drive.

In the evening, it is the rush hour, the streets are full of people, the streets are noisy in winter, the turbid air is full of busy busy.

"Don't make noise, drive quickly!" The man's voice is serious and meticulous.

Miroja's stubborn temper has come up, and she has already shown her solemn face in the rearview mirror, but she doesn't feel at ease.

this man just likes to pretend.

She went to Shen Mo Chen and said, "stop pretending to me. I'm in a bad mood. Get out of the car for me..."

"Boom", just feel a turbulence in the car, miroja did not respond, he heard a commotion behind.

Several fierce men's voices came from behind their ears.

"It's Shen Mo Chen, I'm sure!"

"Yes, he didn't get in his car just now. This is the woman's car just now!"

Several arrogant and bad voices, together with the sound of hasty and sharp footsteps, blew into her ears. She glared angrily at the man: "are they for you two?"

"Well, drive now." Shen Mo Chen stares at the rearview mirror, his eyes rolling out a strong sense of killing.

Miroja's foot on the accelerator, just about to step on, she suddenly responded: "you get out of the car is not OK!"

This man is really interesting. He's been watched and got into a woman's car!

"Hello Shen Mo Chen's face turned black in an instant, and it was very black. How could this woman not play cards according to common sense!

Another "bang", the sound of the steel pipe hitting the car body, the shadow behind him and the fierce roar: "Shen Mo Chen, you can't run away today, get out of the car quickly!"

Miroja's heart was beating wildly. Although it was in broad daylight, these people were obviously not law-abiding people. She didn't want any trouble.

Miroja quickly pushed the door open: "he forced his way into my car, it has nothing to do with me..."

But her words have not finished, the man behind her has forced her back, and then "click" two doors were locked!

The next second, the red Porsche suddenly comes out like a sharp arrow. It's like a sharp arrow forced by a strong bow. It's fierce but completely out of control.

At the moment when the car ran out of the street, miroja quickly held the steering wheel. The car didn't slow down, but fortunately, after the curve just now, the street was not congested.

"Get your legs out of here!" Miroja hit hard, the leg that had just reached into the cockpit and stepped on the gas pedal.

Shen Mo Chen sat there with a cold face. The move that miroja was going to push him out just now also made him angry.

His tone is not as frivolous as usual, dark but cold: "continue to hit, very comfortable, I like it!"

Miroja gritted her teeth and just yelled at them. There was a rush of trumpets behind them, which made people flustered. From the rearview mirror, a black van was following them.

Miroja was so angry that she wanted to cut off the man's leg. The man's leg was next to her all the time. As the car was driving, the linen fabric on her pants was rubbing vaguely on her thighs. At every peak, his leg would press on her leg.

A man's thigh is stronger than a woman's. with a slight turn or change of line, his leg will continue to step on the accelerator and directly fold on her leg.

"I I'll step on the gas myself, and you take your legs out for me! " Miroja quickly glared at the man, which was absolutely cruel and fierce.

But Shen Mo Chen is cold for a while, elegant lips up a sarcastic radian: "you say I will not believe you?"

"I..." Miroja is speechless and angry!

He just met Shen Mochen, the God of plague, in the restaurant. Why was he involved!

Although that's the case, the black van with them has the tendency to surpass from time to time

"Shen Mochen, if you are arrested, you will die!"

"Dead 38, stop the car quickly, don't let you look good!"

Seeing the van parallel to them again, the bald man with tattoos on his arm opened the window and yelled at miroja. The van was always on the right side of miroja. For miroja, the evil words of the underworld and the society just pierced her eardrum.

The sound of the steel pipe knocking on the car wall is so striking and harsh, with a thrilling rhythm to the heartstrings. Miroja looks straight ahead, clenches her teeth and continues to focus on driving.

On the left is the harassment of Shen Mo Chen, on the right is the threat of bombing!

Under such strong pressure, it's false to say not to be afraid. Miroja doesn't have the heart to continue to argue with Shen Mo Chen about where his legs should be, and he doesn't have the ability to scold those tall men on the right.

Shen Mochen! Absolutely a disaster!

Shen Mo Chen's face is dignified, but he has a loose look between his eyebrows and eyes. His eyes are low at the bottom of the pool, and he is always looking at the nervous women around him.

At ordinary times, the red lips of the smart mouth are tightly pursed. Under the apricot eyes that are as light as the stars, there is a bay of light red color, and there is not a layer of sweat on the wings of the nose.

He could see that she was nervous, very nervous!

"Let's call the police!"

After a long time, miroja felt that there was a whine beside her ear, which made her have a headache. She teased her nervous nerves at any time, and attracted her deep memory, some fragments that had been buried for a long time.

She can't hold on, and she doesn't want to hold on any more!

She needs to be quiet, she needs to be quiet!

She no longer wanted to experience the excitement of escape, no longer wanted to be suspicious in fear and entanglement, whether she would be betrayed, whether she would be betrayed

She doesn't want to, she doesn't want to!

There was silence in her ear. She felt as if she could hear the man's breathing, but she didn't hear the voice he promised.

"I want to..." Miroga's forehead was sweating more and more, and she almost cried hysterically.

"OK, call the police." The man's voice came out without any sign, like the gentle running water of a stream, which calmed miroja's heart.