Chapter 370

Zhu Xinrui immediately sent a crying expression and a long voice strip. Qiao Ansheng had to continue to follow the transformation.

"Yes! It was almost midnight last night. My mother dragged me out of bed, tied me up and sent me out! I wanted you to come with me... But you didn't answer the phone. "

"You don't know how terrible it is. The other party is reliable. The other party is not reliable at all! Tell me about Freud in the middle of the night. I can go to him... "

Qiao Ansheng imagined the situation at that time and felt a little miserable.

Her forehead could not help twitching: "then you are too poor."

After a pause, she continued: "I have no time this morning. I should have nothing in the afternoon. If you need someone to accompany you, I can go this afternoon."

"Ah, what are you going to do this morning?"

Qiao Ansheng thought for a while. The more people involved in these things, the more trouble it might be. He simply made up a reason: "go back to the company with him to deal with some things."

As soon as Zhu Xinrui saw this, a series of voice messages were sent. Qiao Ansheng's mobile phone was buzzing and shaking, which attracted the man to throw a look.

She suddenly felt a little guilty. She hurriedly lit those voice strips to convert them into words, but she didn't want to point it wrong.

Just click the voice bar.

For a moment, the voice of Zhu Xinrui rang in the spacious space.

"That bastard wants to occupy your weekend? no way! no way! I have to calm down! chill! I want to scold people today, but I don't want to scold him... "

After a voice note was played, Qiao Ansheng only felt that the temperature in the car immediately fell below the freezing point.

The cold wind whizzed, and a crow croaked and flew over her head, leaving a string of ellipsis.

She smiled awkwardly and turned to see Qin Yanchen.

Although there was no change in the man's complexion, the lines on his side face were obviously tight. His slender fingers pinched the steering wheel and his veins burst.

"Well, Xinrui is talking about her boyfriend, not you, not you..."

Qiao Ansheng hurriedly explained. After the explanation, she was afraid that Zhu Xinrui would continue to send her a voice note, and hurriedly typed back.

"Xinrui, can you send me text? I can't listen to voice now."

If he hears something carelessly again, Qiao Ansheng is afraid that the man next to him will turn around and kill Zhu home.

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Because it's a weekend, except in the urban area, it's a little blocked. After the car gets on the suburban highway, the road is immediately spacious.

Fengmen village is located in a remote place at the junction of Nan'an and the neighboring city. At this junction, another mountain falls here. This mountain is called Tianyu peak.

Tianyu peak is the most precipitous mountain in China, coupled with the wilderness and jungle at the foot of the mountain due to historical problems.

As a result, Tianyu peak has become a famous rock climbing resort in China, which has also driven the development of Fengmen village. Therefore, the small village for more than 20 years has not disappeared.

Qiao Ansheng browsed the introduction of Fengmen village on the web page, and there was a hint that because Tianyu Meifeng is a place with changeable weather and frequent natural disasters such as debris flow, the state banned rock climbing in Minglin in 2010.

"Debris flow..."

Qiao Ansheng muttered thoughtfully. She put down her cell phone and looked out through the window.

The scenery outside the window is no longer the bustling streets of the urban area, but rows of tall and dense green cypresses. The hot sun shines through the shadow and is mottled.

I can hear the noise of cicadas vaguely.

It's definitely not going to rain in such fine weather.

Qiao Ansheng told himself so in his heart.

"Sheng Sheng..."

However, just then, the man who was driving beside her shouted to her, and Qiao Ansheng turned to see him: "what's the matter?"

The man looked straight ahead, clutching the steering wheel with both hands. The thick eyelashes on the side covered his eyes and could not see any emotion.

"Hold on to your seat belt and sit down."

Qiao Ansheng was still a little confused, but obediently grasped the seat belt.

Qin Yanchen suddenly released a hand, took Qiao Ansheng and quickly printed a kiss on her forehead: "don't be afraid."

Qiao Ansheng was overwhelmed by his series of actions. She frowned. Just about to ask something, she glanced at the rearview mirror.

This glance made her whole back a little cold.

Through the rear-view mirror, she clearly saw that behind their cars, there were several black motorcycles nearby.

The window glass is soundproof, and Qiao Ansheng can't hear the roar of the engine.

But the quieter it was, the more an ominous premonition rose in her heart.

The people in front of the motorcycle were wearing helmets, and the people behind were carrying long sticks in their hands. They were playing with the stick unscrupulously.

Qiao Ansheng shivered when he saw the long stick and the cold blade.

She turned her head fiercely and looked at the man beside her.

Qin Yanchen looked ahead: "sit down."

The man gently told her, and then quickly and decisively held the gear

Qin Yan clenched the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator at his feet. The hour hand of the speed wheel almost pointed to the bottom in an instant!

The car roared like a beast and rushed out like an arrow!

Qiao Ansheng was thrown forward by the huge impulse of sudden acceleration... She can only hold on to the seat belt around her.

The scenery outside the window could not be seen clearly at all, and what passed by flashed in the past.

The motorcycles followed behind him. Seeing that they had been found, they simply let go of their speed and came after them.

Getting closer and closer to the mountain expressway, people are getting more and more rare. The road is very empty because it is close to the mountain. When I get up in the morning, the fog on the road is still a little thick.

Qin Yanchen's silver gray sports car ran ahead first, and the motorcycles behind him pursued it like two meteors chasing each other.

Strong split the fog between the roads!

Qin Yanchen's accelerator on the soles of his feet was increased to the maximum. He glanced through the rearview mirror. Lamborghini's acceleration is already a leader in the sports car.

But the motorcycles behind him were still only 30 meters away from their rear lights.

He snorted that few motorcycles can catch up with sports cars. Unless they are professional motorcycles, they can reach a speed of more than 300 per hour.

But how could organic drivers chase them for no reason?