Shen Jiawen is an old man, of course he knows how a middle-aged woman will react. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Scratching his face, scratching his hair, biting people, these small tricks are just the most common tricks in Shen Jiawen's eyes.

Shen Jiawen can completely dodge the attack of the middle-aged woman, and there are many ways to subdue her.

However, Shen Jiawen didn't do anything, just handed over the child to the middle-aged woman according to Zhou Yi's instructions. Moreover, Shen Jiawen also deliberately probed the probe and used his body to protect the child from accidental injury.

As for whether he would be injured and break his appearance, Shen Jiawen didn't think about it at all. She even felt that it was a good thing to break the opposite, because Zhou Yi would completely trust herself because of this.

However, the expected pain did not come, and the middle-aged woman's hands became farther and farther away, and finally they were a little blurry.

Only then did Shen Jiawen see that Zhou Yi had arrived on the other side of Poussin at some point, grabbed the middle-aged woman's collar and dragged her out of the car window, and threw her dozens of meters away.

"Give her the child." Zhou Yi put his hands behind his back, walked leisurely towards the middle-aged woman, and commanded casually.

Shen Jiawen faintly felt that Zhou Yi had undergone an inexplicable change again, and the result of the transformation was extremely huge.

In the past, Zhou Yi definitely only had two moves when facing such a complex situation. Either ignore it or break it all out.

But now, although Zhou Yi still uses brute force, it seems to contain too much ingenuity. Its ingenuity is so hidden that Shen Jiawen can't fully understand it.

"Boss, I'm coming!" Shen Jiawen agreed, and walked excitedly towards the middle-aged woman.

At this time, Shen Jiawen wanted to know how far Zhou Yi's approach could reach at this time!

The middle-aged woman was lying on the mountain road, her eyes wide open, and her breathing was very rapid.

Shen Jiawen knew at a glance that the middle-aged woman must be troubled by the pain in her body at this time, and whether her body can move or not is a problem.

"To your son." Shen Jiawen completely ignored the middle-aged woman's situation and handed the child over.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! You bad guys who killed these days, don't count if you steal my son, you still have to beat me! I'm going to call the police and arrest you, I want you all to go to jail, I want you to ......"

The middle-aged woman was in tears, splashing and rolling on the mountain road, and her mouth kept cursing, giving full play to a woman's greatest weapon.

It's a pity that as soon as her sprinkle began, Zhou Yi grabbed her collar and threw it out directly.

This is still not trivial, the middle-aged woman fell directly next to the burning taxi and off-road vehicle, and was only ten centimeters away from being burned to the hair.

The middle-aged woman's face was full of fear, and tears of pain were mixed. She tried to crawl out of the place, but the pain in her body took over her mind like a tidal wave, and she couldn't give any instructions to act.

Shen Jiawen was shocked by Zhou Yi's simple and violent methods, and forgot to ponder the deep meaning behind Zhou Yi's methods for a while, just obeyed the duty of a subordinate, approached the middle-aged woman step by step, and handed the child over.

"To your son." Shen Jiawen's voice was as quiet and sensual as ever.

To your son! These words echoed in the ears of the middle-aged woman like a nightmare, waking her up from the intense pain. She hesitated a little, and didn't directly come up with her usual tricks.

Shen Jiawen ignored it, directly put the child on the middle-aged woman's chest, and retreated to Zhou Yi's side.

Zhou Yi put his hands behind his back and raised his head to the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Shen Jiawen keenly noticed that there was a stream of fire on Zhou Yi's index finger, as if he would strike a fatal blow at any time.

"Why is it not triggered?" Shen Jiawen inexplicably rose to this thought, and his curiosity grew like a weed in summer.

"Boss, are we going to just hand this kid back? Isn't that a bit of a pity? Why don't we both take it and keep it? It's like the radish monster in Monster Hunt, and it's still fun to raise. Shen Jiawen forgot his duty and made his own voice.

Zhou Yi's voice was like the wind blowing in his ears: "Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are dogs!" The life of the dog is a matter of thought. ”

Shen Jiawen wanted to say, boss, is it really appropriate for you to pretend to be forced like this?

On the dilapidated mountain road, there were two burning vehicles in front, there was a middle-aged woman next to the car, several seriously injured men on the side of the cliff in the distance were stacking Arhats, and the taxi driver behind the big rock just sat dumbfounded and did not dare to move.

The author of all this is still looking up at the sky and saying inexplicable things.

Is this situation frightening?

Is this kind of style too high?

Shen Jiawen's heart flashed countless dick words, but he didn't jump out of a word, just stood behind Zhou Yi obediently, and used his beauty to contrast Zhou Yi's majesty.

Middle-aged women are worldly, and they are also representatives of small citizens who seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. After Zhou Yi's forced elevation, the middle-aged woman's survival instinct attacked, and she quickly realized that Zhou Yi couldn't be provoked, and she should be soft at this time.

She hugged the child in one hand, sat up with the other hand, and moved a little closer to the taxi driver.

In her simple mind, she had a clear understanding of the safe places on the mountain paths.

The safest is, of course, behind Zhou Yi, that is, the position where Shen Jiawen stands.

But don't even think about it there, you can only settle for the next best.

The taxi driver was the one who was rescued by Zhou Yi, so this location is also safe.

The middle-aged woman struggled to get closer to it like a refugee with a child surviving.

The taxi driver's sympathy was suddenly awakened, but he didn't dare to act, and looked at Zhou Yi in awe.

Everything that happened today made the taxi driver feel like he was in a dream. God knows, it's just a simple job, which is to take a couple of young couples in a college town to the city to surf, how did they get involved in such a big scene?

Burning cars, exploding, and killing people (the taxi driver didn't know that the three men on the side of the cliff were still alive, thinking that at least one of the three was killed by Zhou Yi), all of which are more exciting and real than Hollywood blockbusters.

All this in front of him made Zhou Yi's powerful image ingrained in the taxi driver's mind, and he had to look at Zhou Yi's face first to do anything.

In particular, the middle-aged woman is obviously being beaten, and even life and death are in Zhou Yi's thoughts.

Even if the taxi driver is sympathetic, of course, he must confirm Zhou Yi's meaning before he dares to take action.

He is a man, a middle-aged man who is old and young, who must act selfishly, carry his own responsibilities and live well, and cannot help a middle-aged woman with a baby for the sake of sympathy.

The choice didn't make the taxi driver feel guilty, and he thought it was the right thing to do. If you don't do this, you should be struck by the sky. (To be continued.) )