Chapter 311

"No, young lady, young master is not..." Rob stood by, eager to defend Ling Xiaohan.

Ling owl cold motionless, standing in place, with the flame in his eyes, looking at Ji Qianchen.

After a while, he said, "do you really think so?"

"The truth is obvious, isn't it? You're all around. I can see it. "

"Good." Ling Xiao left a word cold and raw.

There is no more explanation.

Open the door and drill in again.

Bang -

the door closes heavily.

The silver gray Bugatti Veyron seemed to leave in a gust of wind.

Ji Qianchen stood in place, watching the car and people leave their sight.

Is she wrong?

Isn't that what he's trying to do?

Why can't she be angry with him and care about his past.

And he disappeared for four years. For the past four years, he had to intervene.

She loves him, but that doesn't mean she's going to be around him all her life.

"Little lady..." What else does rob want to say.

Ji Qianchen never gave him another chance. He waved his hand. "Rob, you are Ling Xiaohan's assistant. I know what you want to say. Don't say anything."

Ji Qianchen walked with stubborn steps to the car coming.

A zhe stands like a sculpture beside the car, with his lips tightly pressed, and dare not say anything more.

Seeing her coming, I helped her open the back door.

Ji Qianchen was stunned for a few seconds. Instead of drilling in, he spread out his palm and handed it to zhe. "Give me the car key."

"Young lady, what do you want the car key for?"

"Give it to me."

Ji Qianchen roared in anger.

The fierce momentum is not inferior to the dignity of Lingxiao in cold times.

Zhe took out the key of the car and handed it to her

Take the car key, Ji Qianchen closes the back door, then goes to the front door, opens the door and gets into the driver's seat.

Start the car and walk away.

Rob, who was running over in a hurry, looked at zhe. "How can you let little lady go like this?"

"The young lady didn't let me get in the car?" The scar on his face is horrible.

"If you don't get in the car, you won't get in. We don't have a car now. How can we catch up? In case something happens, the young master has to be skinned. "

"Oh, what then?" A zhe looks at the cemetery in the western suburb of the ice and snow. It's very windy and gloomy.

"I'll call for another car."

Rob's cheeks were bulging. He walked aside with his waist crossed to make a phone call.

Ji Qianchen drives a black Bentley on the west suburb road.

Still melting snow road, some slip, she dare not drive too fast.

Like a snail, it has no stimulation to let off.

After a while, it was fast and slow. At last, the car broke down in glory. It couldn't light up.

Damn it.

After Ji Qianchen got out of the car, he kicked several feet at the car which was harder to wait on than the master.

Originally want to kick a few feet, suddenly think of his stomach and baby, can't be so fierce.

I felt my pocket.

Want to find a cell phone to call Zhe, let her come to help her solve it.

Who knows, mobile phone did not take at all, empty pocket.

In the wild countryside, there are dense bamboo forests and birds chirping.

But no car passed by.

No, why don't you even have one person or one car?

Did she go the wrong way?

At that time.

Rob and ah Zhe, who called for the car again, and the people who were lurking around, left the cemetery in the car. Their road just turned to the other direction at a fork, which was hard to separate from Ji Qianchen's road.

Ji Qianchen takes a breath of air conditioning and simply goes to the car to wait to see if rob and zhe will pass by when they return.

Time passes by minute by second.

Ji Qianchen stayed in the car for a rest.

I can't wait for someone to pass this road.

What to do?

Do you sit here waiting for dark?

At this point.

The cemetery with the cold wind.

The soul of the dead seems to be floating over the tombstone, desolate and cool.

A tall man in sunglasses stood in front of Ji Qianchen's fragrant tombstone.

Behind him stood four men in black suits.

The man was holding a purple Margaret in his hand.

They are chrysanthemums, but not white ones.

He gently put Marguerite in front of the tombstone and looked at the picture on the tombstone with awe inspiring expression."Yechen, she still remembers you. Your death is not in vain. It's time to do it. "

Magnetic words, mixed with cold wind, waft from the cemetery.

One of the men stepped forward and whispered, "boss, the whole line has been blocked."

"Well, very well." Men's lips, a smile, brown eyes, burst out of the expected light.

Wearing leather gloves, he turned away from the cemetery and boarded a black elongated Lincoln.

The car drove slowly to the road Ji Qianchen passed.

After a short rest, Ji Qianchen could not close his eyes any more, for fear that a passing car would pass by her.

In order to stop the car in time.

She simply wrapped her down jacket, put her head in it, and got out of the car to watch.

On the soles of the boots, the cold air from the cold ground seemed to freeze the toes off.

The cold air in the mouth seems to condense into ice, and a clear stream of snot seems to flow out of the nose.

"Achui It's so cold. I can't do it. " Jiqianchen stamped his feet, just getting ready to warm up for a while.

Not far away, she saw a long black car, slowly coming this way.

Ji Qianchen seems to see the dawn of hope.

Happy to run to the car, open arms, stopped the car.

"Hey, stop."

Ji Qianchen's cheeks were red with cold, and his little face was half wrapped in a scarf.

The thin little body is blocked in front of the car.

The Lincoln slowly stopped.

Ji Qianchen ran over happily and knocked on the window of the driver's seat.

There is a gap in the window.

The driver inside asked in a cold voice, "Miss, what can I do for you?"

"My car broke down. Can you repair it? You'd better give me a ride. I want to go back to the city. "

Ji Qichen looks at the simple looking driver with an air conditioner.

"Well, wait a minute. I'll ask our boss."

"Well, you ask. Thank you. "

Ji Qianchen rubbed his hands, stood outside and stamped his feet, waiting for the answer from the car.

After a while, the driver opened the ordinary window, drilled out a skull, smiled and said to her, "our boss said that you can take a ride, but you have to exchange something, but it can't be money. Boss is not short of money."

"Ah? Things? What? "

Ji Qianchen looks confused.

The owner of this car is really weird. He doesn't want money, just things.