New book release, welcome to collect, welcome to click on the night when the moon stars are scarce, Ma Ziming drove his cheap BYD alone and ran for rent, at the moment he was worried about where to raise his rent, last month repairing the car cost him all his belongings, thinking of the snarky landlord Wang Po, Ma Ziming shook his head, this month if he can't pay the rent, it is estimated that he will have to sleep on the road.

Suddenly, a person flashed in front of the car, Ma Ziming's right foot quickly changed, slammed on the brakes, fortunately the speed was not fast, and he just wanted to poke his head out and scold this person for not having long eyes, but he was shocked by the person in front of him, with long blue hair, and still wearing a seductive pink vest, shorts, and proud figure in the cool autumn weather, which made him swallow his saliva.

Before Ma Ziming could react, the woman quickly opened the car door, and got in without saying a word.

The woman took out a hundred yuan from her black shorts and handed it to Ma Ziming: "Go to the MCC District, you don't need to play the watch." ”

Ma Ziming's eyes lit up, the rent had fallen, and he quickly took the money in the woman's hand and said, "I don't have a watch for this car, hehe!." ”

The implication was that his car was a black car, and the woman seemed to see that the car was a black car, so she didn't speak.

Ma Ziming began to nag habitually: "Sister, I didn't say that you were at night, alone..."

"Hurry up." The woman's face was expressionless, and her hands kept rummaging through her things.

Ma Ziming said earnestly: "Sister, it's dangerous to be alone at night..."

"Hurry up." The woman pulled out another hundred dollars from her shorts.

Ma Ziming borrowed money and shouted: "Okay, no problem." "The left foot clutched the throttle with the right foot, and the hand kept shifting, and BYD was running on the suburban road.

Ma Ziming just wanted to speak, but suddenly the woman's voice softened and said tentatively: "Can you hurry up again..."

Ma Ziming complained: "Eldest sister, it's fifth gear, and then I'm about to catch up with Schumacher." ”

The woman ignored Ma Ziming and flipped off the small vest she was wearing on her upper body, revealing a milky white vest, and the two little white rabbits on her chest were about to come out.

Ma Ziming swept it with his afterglow, couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and sighed secretly in his heart: The girl is too open now, this car is still open, I want to make a car shock, Ma Ziming looked at himself with the rearview mirror through the weak interior lights, and couldn't help but ask himself in his heart: Actually, I'm not handsome.

The woman glanced at Ma Ziming and said with a little disdain: "Drive seriously, don't think about it." ”

The car was moving fast, and Ma Ziming tilted his head in disappointment: "It's that you think too much." ”

The woman ignored Ma Ziming, and clasped the bra on her chest with both hands, Ma Ziming gasped and said, "You really can't help but make me think about it!" ”

"Help me." The woman can't seem to figure out her bra herself.

"What!" Ma Ziming didn't react for a while, for a bachelor like him, it was a blessing to meet a beautiful woman, and he couldn't believe that he was okay.

The woman looked at Ma Ziming and said, "Hurry up." ”

Ma Ziming blushed, he was 27 years old this year, he was about to open meat, and he said to himself: "Peony flowers die, and ghosts are also romantic." ”

Ma Ziming twisted his head to the left, and with a spare glance, he looked at the woman and stretched out his right hand on the steering wheel to the woman's chest, and the hand just touched a little.

"Smack!" A crisp slap sounded, and Ma Ziming deepened his hand back, and the five fingers on his face were clearly obvious.

The woman said, "Men are all the same, hooligans. ”

Ma Ziming said a little depressed: "Didn't you say that I should help you?" ”

Ma Ziming slammed on the brakes, and BYD almost turned sideways, only to see an elongated Jinbei car parked on the road, blocking the way. Ma Ziming just wanted to get out of the car and scold this guy who didn't have long eyes, this was already the second person he met today to stop his car.

Ma Ziming saw a few iron-clad men standing in front of the Jinbei car, and the woman stretched out her hand to stop Ma Ziming and said, "They are coming at me, and they have nothing to do with you." ”

"Righteous enough・・・・・・・"

The woman said, "Stay in the car honestly, don't run around." In the eyes of the woman, Ma Ziming is at most a black car driver who is a little unpopular and lustful, and he is already benevolent and righteous at this moment.

Ma Ziming sat in the car like an obedient child, and the woman kicked the car door, and her high heels hit the ground and made a gurgling sound.

The bald man at the head came over: "Hand over the things, I can let you go." ”

A long-haired man behind the big man said with a twinkle in his eyes, "Big brother, this chick's figure is quite hot!" It's a shame to let him go, so it's better to let the brothers have fun..."

"Hahahaha..." The five big men in front of the Jinbei car let out a wild laugh.

The woman couldn't help but hug herself, she had practiced Jeet Kune Do since she was a child, admired Bruce Lee, defeated many taekwondo and karate classmates in college, and many boys who pursued her did not dare to approach her, and her flirtatious legs were not blown.

The woman plucked up her courage and said, "A group of hooligans, counterfeiting is a capital offense. ”

The long-haired man bent over and walked forward with a wild laugh: "I'm a hooligan, what's wrong." ”

The long-haired man stretched out his hand to the woman's chest, the woman's right leg flew up and kicked at the long-haired man's chin, the long-haired man reached out and grabbed the woman's thin leg, and the long-haired man laughed wildly: "This calf is quite slippery." ”

At this moment, the woman was full of anger, how could her kung fu be so vulnerable in front of this group of hooligans.

Ma Ziming lit a cigarette at this moment and poked his head out of the car window and quietly looked at everything in front of him, like a stranger, no, he was a stranger.

The woman took out her right hand and was about to slap the long-haired hooligan, but the big man who came over grabbed her right hand, and the woman couldn't break free with all her strength, and stomped her foot angrily: "Let go of me, rascal." ”

The big man behind him couldn't help but turn the woman's arm behind his back, and the other hand was quickly grabbed by another bald man, and the woman couldn't move at all.

Ma Ziming pushed the car door, held his left hand in his eyes, put his right hand in his pocket, lowered his head slightly and said, "Isn't it too much for three big men to bully a woman." ”

The long-haired man shouted, "Hey! Is it to be a hero to save beauty? ”

Another big man continued: "Just now I was so scared that I hid in the car and didn't dare to come out. ”

"Hahaha..."

Ma Ziming, who is 178 tall and not very burly, can hardly pose a threat in front of them, as if five hungry wolves are laughing at the ignorant and arrogant little sheep, but is Ma Ziming really a little sheep?

The woman's legs and hands were grabbed by the big man fiercely, and she couldn't move at all, thinking of what they just said, the woman couldn't help but be scared, and she even began to imagine those dirty scenes, but Ma Ziming's unexpected appearance made her suddenly feel a little moved, and ashamed.

In the most desperate time, it was the black car driver who was dressed in tatters like an uncle in the last century, who loved to nag and be greedy, and the woman regretted that she shouldn't have treated this black car driver like that.

The long-haired man said and stretched out his hand to the woman's delicate twin peaks, the woman's face was distorted and deformed, but she couldn't move at all, her eyes began to moisten and looked at Ma Ziming, some admiration, and some pity, because she knew that the black car driver could not beat five professional thugs.

Ma Ziming threw the cigarette to the ground with both hands in his washed faded camouflage pants, and the faded military combat boots brushed under his feet made a creaking sound, Ma Ziming pointed to the long-haired man: "Pigs don't arch cabbage." ”