Chapter 373

There was a taxi outside the door. Without thinking about it, song Qinghuan opened the door of the taxi and sat on it: "drive, go to the mid levels villa area!"

Because of song Qiliang's pursuit behind, she didn't pay much attention at all, so she didn't realize that the taxi had no license plate.

But in fact, even if it's not dangerous, how many people pay attention to taxis and whether they have license plates when they take taxis?

After Song Qinghuan got on the bus, he was out of breath until the taxi was far away from the Song family.

She calmed down and looked at the driver next to her.

Although the driver was sitting, he could see that he was a tall man. He was wearing a black sports suit, with black sunglasses and a mask on his face. People could not see him clearly. One hand on the steering wheel was covered with black spots and had only four fingers.

Song Qinghuan didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Who made the air pollution so serious now and then? It was haze weather from time to time. Many people would wear masks when they went out.

I dare not look at other people's four fingers. Disability is definitely a pain in the heart.

Song Qinghuan opens his bag and is ready to call Shi Yuhan with his mobile phone.

When a person is most afraid, or when he has just done something he is most afraid of, the first thing he thinks of is the person he cares about the most and gets the most effective comfort from him.

Looking for a mobile phone in the bag, song Qinghuan saw a royal blue lighter beside the seat.

This lighter seems familiar. It seems to have been seen somewhere.

Song Qinghuan thought, but did not care too much, continue to take the mobile phone from the bag.

An aura flashed leisurely in his mind, and song Qinghuan had a good body.

Why is this precious blue lighter so similar to the one song Qiliang often holds in his hand?

Song Qiliang's lighter is Zhibao's, which costs nearly 1000 yuan. It has been used for several years.

Song Qing Huan stopped holding the mobile phone and turned the lighter in place, which is also the brand of Zhibao.

She glanced at the driver with four fingers beside her, and her heart was beating fast.

Is it just a coincidence? Is it just that someone and song Qiliang used the same lighter and then dropped it here?

Song Qinghuan froze and tried to suppress his restless mood.

She thought about it, then looked at her four fingers with a smile, trying to make her voice sound smooth: "master, please stop in front of me, I have something to deal with, just get off in front of me."

No matter whether the lighter belongs to song Qiliang or not, song Qinghuan just wants to get off.

Four fingers took a look at Song Qinghuan, and the eyeground behind the sunglasses glided over a touch of cool and murderous air.

Not only did he not stop, he accelerated.

Song Qinghuan was flustered and yelled: "stop, I'll stop for me!"

Four fingers ignore her, body like swordfish in the traffic, with an irresistible murderous.

At this moment, song Qinghuan felt the breath of death and forced her a little bit.

The heart suddenly smothers, song Qinghuan quickly takes out the mobile phone in the bag, ready to call the police.

Four fingers make a sharp turn and turn the car into an alley.

Then, "stab!" Sharp friction between the car body sounded.

Song Qinghuan's body bumps forward with inertia.

She subconsciously uses her hand to support the front, in case she really bumps into it. At this moment, her palm is empty, and her mobile phone is suddenly taken away