Chapter 317： Shen Jikong

The man who had listened to her nonsense indifferently raised his eyes suddenly when he heard her last words, his pupils tightened.

The voice was terribly cold: "What do you mean?"

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Shen Jikong supported his head leisurely. The light in the car was not too bright, which made him even more mysterious and handsome. The cuffs of the man's suit were exquisite, and the fingers extending from the snow-white shirt were slender and clean. Fatal attraction.

Dangerous and inquiring.

The car with a woman in front drove steadily on the road, and he watched for a moment, his eyes deep and gloomy.

Luo Qiao flipped through the documents, her hair fell in front of her eyes, she reached out and held it behind her ears, her expression serious.

The driver held the steering wheel, glanced behind the car through the rearview mirror, frowned and said, "Mr. Luo... the car behind seems to have been following us."

Luo Qiao paused as she flipped through the file and glanced back.

The black car does not seem to be very eye-catching at first glance.

Luo Qiao looked at the car for a few seconds, twisted her eyebrows, hesitated and said, "You stop for a moment..."

At the moment when Luo Qiao's words were just uttered, the thin lips of the man in the next car curled up and spit out three words lazily: "Crash."

Along with these three words, the driver in the driving position did not hesitate or pause. He stepped on the accelerator to the end. The speed of the car soared, dragging the sharp wind, and slammed into the front body!

Luo Qiao heard the driver's exclamation, and immediately felt that the car body was hit hard, and the documents in her hand flew out. Her head was caught off guard and knocked to the front seat. The next second, her eyes went dark and the whole person was lost. awareness.

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The road was very secluded and no one could be seen for a long time. The man opened the car door, and his bright leather shoes stepped on the ground. With this action, his trousers were stretched upwards, revealing a **** ankle.

Footsteps were getting closer and Xiubai's hand pulled the door to open the door. The tall and tall figure blocked the light. He leaned in and looked at the woman close at hand. A few seconds later, a smile appeared on his lips.

The car was completely scrapped. The driver was lying on the steering wheel, his forehead still bleeding. He struggled to raise his head, and when he looked back, he saw a man who felt extremely dangerous, gently rubbing his pretty cheek.

His whole body was shaken, his nerves tightened suddenly, "You...Who are you?"

The man looking at the woman in front of him intently turned his head and glanced at him. At that moment, the driver felt a chill, and he was cold from head to toe.

He didn't even bother to pay attention to him. Shen Jikong took Luo Qiao out of the car. He looked down at her with a low smile in his throat. When he approached Luo Qiao, a very light kiss fell on her forehead.

The man's figure is slender and straight, and his gestures reveal an indescribable beauty. Luo Qiao was hugged in his arms with his eyes closed, feeling nothing.

The driver pushed the car door down and staggered forward: "Who are you, put down Mr. Luo!"

As soon as the voice fell, Shen Jikong's men directly stepped forward. The next moment, the driver fell down before struggling much.

Several black cars with family emblems followed from behind, and some of his men respectfully opened the door for Shen Jikong. The man raised his leg forward, put Luo Qiao in the back seat of the car, and then sat on himself.