Chapter 879

Kevin was a little discouraged: "well, I'll make it a little easier?"

"If you don't choose the right position, you'll be paralyzed for life. Why don't you take the shit and urine?"

The driver couldn't help laughing, but he felt Ji Yunan's face in the rearview mirror and held it back.

In the receiver, he continued to argue, as if he had forgotten that he was making a phone call.

"Then you go," Kevin said angrily. He was very rude. "When..."

The phone was cut off.

Driver: --

You're just calling to let them listen in the corner?

Thinking of what they were talking about, the driver hesitated a little and asked Ji Yunan in the back seat, "Ji Shao, you are going to..."

Half the story.

Ji Yunan glanced at him faintly, not very sharp, but it made the driver cool from head to foot, like he was suddenly stuffed into an ice bucket, bone chilling.

He immediately remembered his identity, focused on the front, did not dare to say more.

Ji Shao's business, whether correct or not, is not something that a driver can intervene in.

The car runs at a speed of 60 yards on the road at a constant speed. This point has passed the rush hour, and the road is not congested.

Open roads and luxury cars with excellent performance are not directly proportional to the speed.

The driver often looks at Ji Yunan in the rearview mirror. He is sour, but there is no way.

I just want to slow down. Maybe half way, Ji Shao will figure it out and go back.

The wanted criminals still have the idea of running for their lives, not to mention Ji Shao, who clearly shows that he is in a hurry to get up and stretch out his hand to be tortured.

He was thinking about something when a taxi suddenly crossed in front of him and stopped him.

The distance was too close, and I was just in a trance. When I reacted, I was startled. My first reaction was to step on the brake and pull the direction.

Fortunately, the car didn't run fast and didn't hit it.

But you can't erase the dangerous action just because you didn't hit it.

If he had driven faster, a car accident would have been inevitable.

But now the reaction is faint regret, maybe a car accident can let Ji Shao change his decision.

He put his hand on the doorknob and was about to open the door when the back door of the taxi had been pushed open.

One belongs to a woman's, slender legs from inside out, thin high-heeled shoes on the ground, very powerful..

Next second.

The picture turns.

The woman has got out of the car.

The driver was about to open the door, surprised, "ma'am?"

backseat.

Ji Yunan, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened his eyes when he heard the word "madam".

When Sheng pursed lips, a face not happy toward this side.

The pace is very fast, the wind will lift the scattered broken hair, the heel of high-heeled shoes hit the ground, Ji Yunan can even hear the "Ke Ke" sound.

He frowned, opened the door and got off.

Shi Sheng just came to him.

Ji Yunan first looked at the taxi in front of him, then at the woman with a short head in front of him. His face was heavy.

He knew about the sudden situation just now, but because the brake was in time and nothing happened, he was in a bad mood, so he ignored it.

But at the moment, it's a little different to see Shi Sheng coming down from the car.

"Do you know how dangerous it is?" he said before Shisheng spoke

No driver will directly cross the car in front of other normal driving cars without lighting up. Even a rookie will not make such a low-level mistake, let alone a taxi driver.

Look at the track and speed of the car. It's obviously intentional.

Shi Sheng: "I'm not sure."

She was stunned by Ji Yunan's harsh criticism.

She opened her mouth and looked at him.

When Sheng's position, head up just can see Ji Yunan's throat knot, slightly looking up, is the sharp curve of the man's jaw.

It's getting warmer.

Ji Yunan wore a black shirt today. He didn't button his cufflinks. The Cufflinks were rolled up loosely to the elbow.

It's not a strict dress, but every fold shows a strong sense of abstinence.

Shi Sheng obviously feels that his heart is about to move.

It has nothing to do with emotion, simple, a woman's impulse to be attracted by a man with excellent appearance, excellent figure and excellent temperament.

She coughed and tried to move her eyes away from him, but just saw the protruding clavicle of the man under the straight shirt colla