Tracing the origin of this guy, we have to start with the single party two days ago.

Their encounter, to put it mildly, is called: In their lifetime, they will not be spared from meeting on a narrow road.

To put it in layman's terms: unlucky.

That day, Ann staggered down the street with the rhythm of a classic drunk.

The footsteps are vain and the heart is full.

This is her last single night, and tomorrow she will walk into the wedding hall with her beloved in her arms, marry another woman from now on, and wash her hands and make soup for him.

What a blessing it was, and I could laugh out loud just thinking about it.

The single party lasted until two o'clock in the evening, and the classmates and friends of the fashion college were drunk and did not know each other.

An Yirou was also drunk and confused, saying that she would spend her own single night, but she still wanted to see him and tell him how happy she was at the moment.

But would he laugh at her for being too stupid and clingy?

An Yirou blinked her big eyes as bright as the stars and moon, and frowned in her heart: secretly went to the club where he held a party, quietly looked at him and left, unaware, unaware.

The more I think about it, the better it is. Snap your fingers and do it.

So he staggered to his feet in the midst of a crowd of drunks, walked out of the bar, and walked onto the empty street.

She tried her best to open her drunken eyes and look around for a taxi, but her alcohol was surging, and she couldn't see the east, west, north and south clearly.

A car came by, she beckoned, the car stopped, she opened the back door, sat straight on, leaned back on the seat, and fell asleep.

The "driver" frowned, looked at the little woman behind him for a long time, and the corners of her rounded mouth provoked a perfect arc: it was her. It's a small world.

He joked, "Miss, this is not a taxi. ”

At this moment, An Yirou couldn't hear anything, with a beautiful smile on the corner of her mouth, and fell asleep deeply.

Feng Yutian was a little depressed, he just wanted to make a phone call, and such a drunk girl came up.

It's not the point, the point is that he just has something to deal with, is he going to leave the city and take her with him?

The mobile phone rang, the other party urged urgently, he hung up the phone, glanced at the strange little woman sleeping in the back seat, and started the car.

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"Horn, horn" The low explosion sound is endless, is this the sound of firecrackers to marry her?

Hehe, An Yirou laughed out loud in her sleep.

Happiness comes so fast, so fast that it feels like everything is in a dream.

She opened her eyes in joy and got up to look, and was surprised to find herself in a car, which was parked in a ravine.

Trying to remember, it seems that she has been spending a single night with her classmates, and then she got drunk and can't remember anything else.

How did she end up here? I won't just wear it.

Oh my God, Ann Yirou is sorrowful, what about her wedding?

The explosion was approaching, not like a firecracker, like a gunshot.

An Yirou was frightened, and was just about to open the car door, when a figure flashed quickly, opened the door neatly and sat in the driver's seat, and then he looked back at her as if he thought of something.

His warning eyes poked at him like a knife, sharp and cold, and An Yi's heart was soft, and his movements stopped.

Obviously such good-looking eyes, but they are as cold and piercing as a thousand-year-old cold pool.

"You ......" An Yirou wanted to ask him who he was and why he was here. But the words were not spoken.

A few bullets hit the glass on her side, and An Yirou was so frightened that she almost screamed.

Luckily the glass was bulletproof, otherwise she would have died.

Feng Yutian didn't speak again, he started the car quickly, hit the wheel and reversed, the car roared, jolted, and rushed out like an arrow.

This was definitely the fastest car An Yirou had ever ridden, she was sure that the car had reached the speed of light in 3 seconds, and the man who didn't want to die was still accelerating.

The top sports car flew up on the potholed road with a rhythm of death.

An Yirou grabbed the placket on her chest very unproductively, her knuckles were white, and she was motion sick.