Wei Jun stepped onto the locomotive and slammed the throttle into the throttle.

It's a goodbye to Jia Nan.

The feeling of riding with iron on the crotch is really cool, which is completely different from stuffing in a closed jar with four wheels.

In the roar of the machine, as he accelerated again and again, the blood in his body was also ignited, and the feeling of galloping across made the desire for conquest in his bones unleash wantonly.

It was as if he had suddenly returned to three years ago, when he rode a motorcycle for the first time in his life.

I watched a tall, cold boy come over and tell him to get out of the way and not look around the locomotive.

He felt very angry in his heart, but he saw Jia Nan stepping onto the locomotive, driving onto the track, and driving the roaring mechanical mount in a few breaths, fighting his way out of the encirclement, far ahead, and being full of grace surrounded by flowers and beauties.

At that moment, he became obsessed with locomotives.

Men, who don't like to fiddle with cars and airplane models, it can be said that men have a natural love for machinery.

The end of an off-road car is not to scrap, but to conquer the wilderness!

A man's destiny is never to do nothing, but to do things!

At that time, following Jia Nan and them out to drag racing, it was definitely something that made his blood rush and he was extremely excited.

Soaring all the way, my mind was completely emptied, and it felt very cool.

When he arrived at Zhang Meng's house, he rang the doorbell three times in a row.

No sound.

He rang the doorbell a few more times, lowered his head and flipped through the WeChat that Zhang Meng sent him.

Gradually, the smile spread across his face again.

After waiting for so long, I finally waited for Zhang Meng to have a showdown with that Huang Dongheng.

Men know men best, Huang Dongheng, that well-dressed beast, what is his idea, he can't guess?

Faintly, he felt that Zhang Meng's mind was no longer on him.

So he didn't want to wait any longer.

Just like now, if he can't wait for Zhang Meng to open the door, he can't wait any longer.

He dialed Zhang Meng's phone, the phone rang over and over again, and he began to listen intently to the mobile phone receiver.

But when his ears left the receiver of the mobile phone, he also heard the phone ringing.

He leaned close to the crack in the door and listened intently for a while, making sure the phone was ringing in the room.

It is impossible for Zhang Meng to go out without a phone, why do you have to scan the code now. Besides, as a lawyer in commercial cases, she has a lot of business calls.

Sometimes when the two of them are whitewashed and can't wait to have an in-depth exchange, he has to remind Zhang Meng to turn off the phone.

Otherwise, this workaholic would really pick up the phone under him.

Of course, that's exciting.

He's going to be bad...... Hehe, it's far away.

I don't know what's going on, as long as I think of Zhang Meng, the hormones in his body will accumulate and expand unabashedly, until the body can no longer bear it, and he has to find an outlet to release it.

It is said that the body is honest, and this is not false at all.

When you meet someone you like, you may have good morning, good afternoon, and good night.

When he meets someone he loves, he just wants to have her, if it weren't for some etiquette, he wouldn't want to wait for a moment if he didn't take care of a woman's reserve.

Damn, it's so far away.

Why didn't Zhang Meng answer the phone, he was decided.

Knowing that nerve was wrong, he pondered for a moment against the door, and actually stood on tiptoe to touch the door frame.

He looked at the mahogany-colored metal security door in front of him, and the door panel and security lock felt extremely heavy. I guess if you don't have a key, it's easier to open the door and go in than to find a way to pick the lock.

The door frame was not touched, and he lifted the mat of the doorway again.

A red square foot mat with the words "welcome" written on it.

Unexpectedly, when he lifted the mat, he really saw a key near the door axis.

Separate key, no key ring.

Leaning against the threshold like that, covered by the footmats.

Wei Jun was stunned for a moment, and a cold feeling filled his heart.

He had never heard Zhang Meng talk about the key under the footpad, so the key was not left for him.

The blood began to pour into his head again, and his heart was occupied by jealousy.

Now, though, is not the time to mind this.

He picked up the key, the small metal key in his hand, slightly chilled.

Reach the key to the keyhole and rotate it gently.

Click, the door opened.

The room was pitch black, and he reached out and lit the lamp.

Glancing at the empty living room, he walked straight to the bedroom.

He had been to Zhang Meng's house many times and was very familiar with the layout of this room.

Pushing open the bedroom door, the white light of the living room shone into the dark bedroom, splitting a bright area on the floor of the bedroom.

Then the divergent light source, Wei Jun saw Zhang Meng lying on the bed.

The woman he slept with, even if it was dark in the room, he knew at a glance that it was a dream.

"Meng Yao!"

Because Zhang Meng asked him to call this name, after a long time, he was called Shun.

"Pop" He turned on the light, and when his hand touched the switch, a tingling sensation came.

Is this thing leaking or what's going on?

He rushed to the bed, about to reach out and pat her.

"Holy"

The sight in front of him made him so frightened that he almost fell. He shuddered and cursed as he jerked his head to the side, trying to escape the chilling image in front of him.

Wrong, wrong, don't panic!

I must have seen it wrong......

The locomotive was racing so fast that it hallucinated.

He covered his eyes with his hands, slowly turned his head, and glanced at Zhang Meng on the bed through the gap between his fingers, and the hairs stood up at this look:

It was no different from just now, but Zhang Meng's eyes were wide open, staring directly at the ceiling, her expression was shocked, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying, which made her instantly adrenaline soar and her heart muscle cells were damaged very quickly......

This is...... This is......

He boldly moved forward, reaching out to Zhang Mengdi to snort.

When the hand reaches under the nose, it freezes instantly.

It's out of gas!

She was scared to death!

Wei Jun felt a cramp in his heart, his eyes burned uncomfortably, and many moments of interacting with Zhang Meng came out of his head.

or warm, or sweet, or tangled, or sadistic......

In all these pictures, Zhang Meng is alive, not so frightened that he can't possess his body.

He looked around warily, and next to the bed was a wardrobe with a total design, a computer desk, a dresser, and a TV across the bed......

The blackout curtains in the bedroom were blocked, the light was warm and soft, and the ceiling of the plaster ceiling that Zhang Meng was staring at had nothing but a beautiful lamp.

He wondered:

Everything here is the same as before, there is nothing terrifying, Zhang Meng...... Why was Zhang Meng scared to death?

He dialed 110, and while waiting for the police to arrive, he did not dare to touch Zhang Meng, nor did he dare to walk around the bedroom, for fear of destroying the scene.

Standing in the bedroom stupidly felt awkward, so he simply turned around and went to the living room, and sat down on the chair next to the dining table.

With shaking hands, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and the phone with the screen locked reflected his dejected face.

He stared at the face for a moment, and Zhang Meng's eyes appeared uncontrollably in his mind.

The pupils of those eyes dilated and dilated, and there seemed to be a figure reflected in them: a long-haired woman.