Finding the direction of the enemy, a flashbang explodes through the blinding daylight.

"Get in the car!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the man dragged An Yang into the car. Several cars followed, side by side, once again regained their previous protective posture.

Anyang originally wanted to find the car where Chen Zhaoheng was, but who knew that all the way, the supported car seemed to disappear out of thin air.

She didn't know what preparations Chen Zhaoheng had made beforehand, and this body was not an eventful person.

Through the rearview mirror, it was found that the rest of the cars were changing lanes one after another after following for a short time, and Anyang's heart sank.

Chen Zhaoheng was much more treacherous than she thought.

"Fresh face, nervous?"

The tense atmosphere made An Yang pause because of a word from his side.

With the help of the light of the moonlit night, she had time to look at the narrator. Except for the bleached hair, this Rao's facial features are actually somewhat similar to Chen Zhaoheng.

Seeing that her eyes were full of curiosity, the man couldn't help but hook his lips, "Plastic surgery." ”

An Yang had heard of this technology from humans, but he never thought that a slight change in his facial features could achieve the effect of being fake.

"Stand-in. Are you the only one? ”

"Of course not," the man raised an eyebrow, glancing at the empty road behind him, "There are all cherry blossoms in those cars, and we're gambling with our lives right now." ”

The atmosphere in the car became oppressive again because of the appearance of this sentence.

No one knows when the trap set in the dark will strike a fatal blow to them.

……………………

Until the surrounding dark night is lit up by the bright lights of the city. Anyang then remembered that the banquet held this time was in the city center, but the road they chose, and the street lights were blacked out throughout the whole process, which was not an ordinary battle.

Thinking of this, a ridiculous thought suddenly rose in my heart, if I let it go, would Chen Zhaoheng be killed by the humans themselves.

[System: Host, your idea is dangerous.] 】

[Anyang: This is Bai Lingshan's idea, not me. 】

[System: I smell the smell of negativity. 】

[Anyang: Crazy temptation on the edge of the collapse of the character. 】

After seeing an identical car parked on the side of the road, the driver decisively chose to stop.

The bodyguard in the car jumped out of the car neatly and hooked his hand at An Yang.

Anyang changed the car for some reason, only to find that the person sitting in the back seat was Chen Zhaoheng himself.

"King."

"Come here," Chen Zhaoheng closed his eyes and pulled down the partition in front of him, "help me." ”

An Yang's face changed slightly, and his brain went blank in an instant. Just because she hadn't learned that didn't mean she didn't know what it meant.

"Huh?" The long tail note, because of the emotions in Chen Zhaoheng's pupils, caused Anyang's heart to be in turmoil.

In a few moments, her jaw was hooked by her curled fingers, and Chen Zhaoheng's lips pressed up domineeringly.

The smell of wine that had not yet dissipated in his mouth became hot under this cold softness, and An Yang's heart beat incredibly fast.

Worst! She finally realized what was wrong tonight!

While she was still sensible, An Yang wanted to push Chen Zhaoheng away, but the outstretched hand was immediately grabbed by him skillfully, the light and shadow in front of her flipped, and she was pressed under Chen Zhaoheng in a trance.

"Let go of ......"

"Hmm......"

In the second touch, An Yang's body trembled uncontrollably, and the last trace of reason was suddenly broken, and tears welled up in her half-squinted eyes, making her breathing sweet and moving.