I gritted my teeth and got up, my knee broke, and I stumbled and continued to run, ignoring the pain.

However, when I ran to the original GPS-located location, I couldn't find He Yong's car!

Damn! I've shifted my position! And Zhou Yan deliberately hit me just now, just to destroy the evidence!

"He Yong!Zhou Yan! You guys come out for me, get out of here!"

I gasped and shouted, looking for He Yong's car like a headless fly in the middle of the road, but there was no trace of the car at all.

The blood from my knee stuck to my trouser legs, and I limped on the side of the road, wandering for a long time, and finally came to my grief, crouched on the side of the road with my head in my hands, and cried.

A clean tissue was handed to me, and I didn't look at who it was, but took it and whimpered and wiped my tears.

After crying for some time, I stood up, and the person who handed me the tissue was still there, a tall man, wearing a black T-shirt and baggy jeans.

I didn't look up at him, said "thank you," and limped away.

The neon flashed, there was a bar in front of me, I wiped a handful of tears from the back of my hand, walked in, sat down at the bar, ordered a bottle of red wine, and drank it sullenly.

The whole bottle of wine was in the stomach, and with the original beer mixture, my whole wild nature was a little aroused.

"Who is ugly? Who said I don't know how to be amorous!" I slowly raised my head, ripped off the hairpin coiled on my head, let the long wavy hair fall down, and then stretched out my hand and snapped my fingers, called the waiter, grabbed him by the collar, and asked vaguely, "You...... You tell me...... Am I ugly, am I not amorous......"

"No, no, you're a big beauty, a big beauty. The waiter was frightened by me, smiled resignedly, and broke my fingers away.

He turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly turned around and said ambiguously in my ear: "Beauty, are you in a bad mood? There is a handsome guy over there......

"Who...... Who can make me happy......"

The waiter stretched out his hand, I grabbed his hand, followed his finger, and saw not far away, a tall and handsome man wearing a black T-shirt and loose jeans, but with a tight face, his hand was very casually inserted in his trouser pocket, and he seemed to be looking at me.

"Handsome guy...... Good...... Handsome guy I like ......."

I muttered vaguely as the waiter gave me a cocktail, holding the goblet in one hand, shaking the colorful liquid in the glass, staggering towards the man, and pinching the cherry in the wine with my fingers, sticking out my tongue to slowly roll the cherry into my mouth, and flying a not-so-skilled wink at the man.

Maybe it was my wandering wreckage that attracted the attention of a few clubbing men around me, who gathered around, some whispered obscene things in my ear, and some even moved their hands and feet.

"Get out!" the wine in my hand spilled mercilessly.

"Dead girl!" the rascal, who had been splashed with my wine, was so angry that he grabbed me by the collar and slapped me up.

Just a few inches away from my face, a big hand grabbed him, and the handsome guy across from me had already arrived in front of me and pushed him away.

I drunkenly took a few steps back, watched the hooligan who had been pushed away angrily scolded and counterattacked, pounced again, and was so frightened that I quickly ran behind the handsome guy who saved me, grabbed his clothes and hid.

The handsome guy grabbed the man's wrist and kicked it out, cleanly, the man had already knelt on the ground, and the handsome guy cut his hands behind his back, pressing him almost to the ground.

"Get out!" the cool guy kicked the man in the ass and growled.

The man let out a wail, got up, and ran away with the rest of the gangsters.

"Good! Good! Hero-save beauty-save beauty-" I curled my tongue and came out from behind him, holding his hand and giggling.

But he frowned, and without saying a word, picked me up and carried me on his shoulders as if he were carrying flour.