"Yangyang, you call my name again," Jiang Cong suppressed the gloom in his eyes, finally stabilized his voice, and popped out word by word.

Anyang slept soundly, and in a blur, he habitually whispered, "Don't make trouble." ”

"Call again," Jiang Cong took a deep breath in an unaccustomed coquettish tone, almost unable to maintain the expression on his face several times.

Haowen ...... I'm tired......"

Anyang fell into a dream, and she once again returned to that rainy night that she could not avoid.

The sound of wind and rain disturbed her hearing and blurred her vision.

"Yangyang, get out of the way!"

Move? Dodge what?

Her brain was muddy, and for some reason it became dull.

In a daze, his body was violently pushed away by Haowen and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

At the same time, a car drove over quickly and knocked Haowen out of the air.

In an instant, all the sounds of the world disappeared.

The tires of the car rubbed against the tips of her shoes, avoiding her toes, and she broke out in a cold sweat all over her body, and she couldn't care about the pain in her body.

The wind and rain turned into a cold cold knife, scraping on her face.

She saw Haowen in her sight, and fell heavily to the ground, a large area of blood spreading like a tidal wave.

"No...... Don't ......"

Her brain was instantly awake at this moment, and she staggered to her feet from the ground, her high heels kicked to the side casually.

The wind was blowing, and the cold water vapor wrapped tightly around her body, but she could no longer feel anything outside.

"Don't ...... Don't ......"

The pain spread through her heart, and she grabbed the futon under her violently, and when she opened her eyes suddenly, there were crystal tears across her face.

Before she could recover from the unfamiliar environment in front of her, she felt a crispy tingling sensation in her calves, An Yang was slightly stunned, and when she turned her head, she realized that Jiang Cong was half-squatting beside her.

Shifting his leg suddenly, An Yang frowned and asked, "Where are we?!" ”

Jiang Cong chuckled twice, and his hoarse voice was terrifying.

"I originally prepared your favorite restaurant and food," he slowly stood up and looked at An Yang's slightly pale face condescendingly, "But when I get to the place, you won't wake up, so I can only ......"

"This is not your home," An Yang sat up, wanting to get out of bed, but was blocked by Jiang Cong.

"Of course it's not my home," he smiled hideously, and directly clasped An Yang's wrist, "Yangyang, I miss you very much......"

Noticing a moment of trance in An Yang's eyes, the anger that could no longer be suppressed rushed up to his throat.

Jiang Cong leaned over and bit her lip, An Yang realized what he wanted to do, and struggled desperately, but his whole body was limp and he couldn't exert his strength at all.

Only then did she realize that there was something wrong with the incense in the car.

"Jiang Cong, I warn you, don't ......" The threatening words were rudely interrupted by Jiang Cong, he raised his hand to cover An Yang's lips, and a sneer appeared in his eyes, "Don't regret it?" I told you a long time ago that I regret it. ”

"Regret, let you out, regret letting you provoke so many men. Anyang, you're really not well-behaved at all, obviously I'm so good to you......"

The feeling of scorching heat made An Yang's eyes red, but Jiang Cong didn't mean to let go of her at all.

Sensing An Yang's resistance, Jiang Cong's face became more and more difficult to look at.

The extremely unfamiliar name was not in the list of the group of 'condemnation' of Anyang, and even the people under him did not find any clues.