Chapter 313

The two bodyguards at the back opened the windows on both sides and sniped at the attackers.

The gun banged on the steel plate of the door.

The car that does not stop spinning and swerving makes Ji Qianchen dizzy.

She lay on her seat, caressing her heart, dizzy and sick.

I'm afraid she didn't get shot to death. She must have been fainted by the car first.

"Boss, three o'clock. Be careful. "

A car came straight from three o'clock, and the man with a heavy machine gun in his hand aimed at the man in the window, ready to strafe.

"Go to hell, ah Si, and drive faster."

The man quickly changed a row of magazine clips, fell to the bullet shell on the ground, pingpong.

The car keeps accelerating.

The man is aiming at the man who is going to shoot, bang -

one shot.

The gun is in the middle of the brow.

The machine gun fell from the man's hand.

The man reached out half way through the window and fished for the heavy machine gun.

In front of people from all directions, relentless strafing.

The gun goes through the glass, through the body, through the doors, through the tires, through everything around.

The other side didn't have the power to fight back at all.

As soon as they come out, they'll be shot dead.

Finish the last bullet in it.

The man laughs and throws the machine gun back to the car that is still chasing after him. "Give it back to you, keep it for use."

Then he quickly got back into the car and closed the window.

Ah Si has pulled the car out of the gun fight area.

I left those people behind for a long distance.

The war finally returned to peace.

The man took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweaty hands.

"Ouch..."

Ji Qianchen stroked his heart, but couldn't help it. He grabbed the man's arm and threw up his whole body.

The man looked at the filth on his coat, and his face grew ugly.

Escaped the shooting, didn't escape being vomited.

Ji Qianchen covers the corners of his mouth, looks up awkwardly, with stars all over his head. He is dizzy and can't find the north.

"I'm sorry to spit on you. I dare not open the window to spit. I'm afraid of bullets."

The man looked down at Ji Qianchen, smiling rather than laughing, "so you vomited all over me? What should I do? This is responsible. "

"What is the responsibility? Take it back and wash it for you? I don't seem to be very good at washing clothes, but I can design a new one for you. "

Ji Qianchen was embarrassed and didn't dare to see the vomit on his clothes.

This man did not have the gas to split her, indicated the disposition is also good.

"Yes, design now."

"Ah? What design do I take now? "

"It will be here in a minute." The man picked his eyebrows.

Beckoning her to look out of the window.

A beautiful white manor came into her eyes.

On both sides of the white wall stood two rows of black bodyguards with guns on their shoulders, standing guard with serious faces.

"You brought me to your house. I asked you to put me down downtown?" Ji Qianchen is confused.

This strange man in front of her doesn't even know his name.

So he turned him here.

"Just now, I've already passed the urban area, and it's the safest place."

The man said in a light voice.

“……”

Ji Qianchen scolds MMP in his heart, how can he be so unlucky.

Now, it's going to be dark.

However, why should she hurry to go back and make the self righteous Ling Xiao cold nervous, isn't it good?

"Then, can you block all information here and make it impossible for people to trace it?" Ji Qianchen generally has this kind of security cognition for this kind of man with complex identity.

"Well, you're smart. It's safe enough here."

"That's good. Let's go. I'll design clothes for you. After the design, you'll take me back."

Ji Qianchen jumps off Lincoln who has stopped.

The man immediately got out of the car.

Lead Ji Qianchen to the inside.

The huge white building is spotless and artistic. There are many green plants in the attic.

The red plum is blooming in the flowerpot.

The yard was full of Margaret of all colors.

It's a long time since the flower season, but it's still blooming in the cold wind, which makes Ji Qianchen very strange.

Entering the hall, luxury furniture is still dominated by white.

Around the revolving white wooden stairs, the man pattered upstairs.

"I'll take a bath, and you ask ah Si to take you to find the materials."

Ji Qianchen followed him suspiciously through the corridor to a warehouse like storage room.But it's not like a storage room, like a studio.

There are all kinds of cloth in it.

Silk thread, sewing machine, plastic model.

There is also a large workbench with many design drawings and brushes on it.

This seems to be the work palace carefully built for designers.

"Is your boss also a designer?" Ji Qianchen went to the workbench and picked up a brush.

"No, our boss can't design clothes. He can only kill people."

"Cough --"

hearing only two words of killing, Ji Qianchen almost choked to death by his own saliva.

"Then how can there be such a complete set of things?"

"Because boss's family does this kind of work."

"Oh."

No more questions.

Ji Qianchen moved a chair and sat down quietly.

Pick up the brush, draw out a piece of paper, and prepare to draw the design drawing first.

Men's overcoats, in fact, are not difficult, but it is not easy to design things with patterns.

Ji Qianchen bit his pen, propped up his chin, and began to imagine how to design.

Half an hour later, a man broke into the room.

The man was wearing a white bathrobe. His hair was half dry and wet. So I walked in.

His skin is that kind of solid honey color, and his bathrobe can see his chest through a slit.

Just a few scars on his chest are particularly eye-catching, which add a different sexiness to his whole body.

"All right? I don't think I will let you go back if I haven't finished designing this dress today. After all, I don't like what others owe me. "

The man stood opposite the workbench and looked at her with a smile.

"That's right. I don't like to owe people anything." Ji Qianchen drew a few more strokes on the design drawing, which was almost perfect. He handed the design drawing to him, "look, if there is anything unsatisfied, I'm easy to modify, otherwise, I'll follow it."

The man took a careful look at the design drawing and gently picked up his eyebrows. "That's right, let's do it."

"Well."

Ji Qianchen took the design drawing to get materials.

After Ling Xiaohan returned to the company, he plunged into a pile of official document schemes and held several meetings in succession.

At the meeting, the employees who made mistakes were scolded.

The scolded employees bowed their heads and whispered about whether the president was fed dynamite by his wife today.

No lunch.

Return to the office after the meeting.

Rob rushed into the office.

"No, young master. The young lady is gone."