Wen Yan loosened Shen Sihuan's seat belt, handed her water, and rubbed her back to calm her, and saw that she finally felt better, so she looked at the rearview mirror with her eyebrows. A red Ferrari was clinging to their car at the front, and it was clear that they had been rear-ended.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, his crimson crutches slamming heavily on the side of the road, his face displeased and his eyes glaring indifferently.

The Ferrari driver had also gotten out of the car, a straight, pure-looking black girl in a tight-fitting ultra-short sequined dress.

She folded her hands, stuck out her tongue aggrievedly, and stepped forward to apologize coquettishly, but Wen Yan directly treated her as a ball of air, and her eyes did not stop for a moment, just to check the condition of the rear of the car.

Although the bumper was dented and the headlights cracked, the car held on to it with great vigor and there was no problem driving to the hot spring resort.

Suddenly, a white figure in the afterglow went forward, Wen Yan was about to straighten up and look over, and the hot girl stepped in front of him gracefully.

"It's better like this, let's exchange contact information, I will compensate you for any loss, and then invite you to have a meal as mental compensation, OK?" She gave him a delicate wink, and she was almost in the sky.

But Wen Yan continued to ignore her, and only said two perfunctory words: "No", he was about to go back, but the other party did not relent, moved half a step, blocked him again, and shook his long hair, and put on a bewitching and turbulent standing posture.

She took out a business card from her snow-white chest, pink and fragrant, and her slender jade fingers clamped it, and leaned forward to put it in Wen Yan's suit.

Shen Sihuan, who had a full view of everything through the rearview mirror, exclaimed "Wow ~~~~~" while eating the rest of the sushi.

What a dramatic encounter, a godsend, Wen Yan ~~~

I didn't see this girl's appearance too clearly, but just looking at the back, she was bumpy and convex, and Amitabha's ...... Well, very mouthful.

She was eating melons happily, and there was a sound of "dong dong" knocking on the window twice in her ears. A man in a white tracksuit, sunglasses and cap is hunched over to look into the car. She rolled down the window, and the other party leaned directly against the window with her forearm, her red lips hooked, and said, "Hi, hello~"

And on the other end, Wen Yan's face was like ice, the corners of his mouth pulled, and he squeezed out two words: "Interesting." ”

The hot girl thought that this iceberg male beauty finally couldn't hold back and was successfully taken down by herself, and with a smile, her other hand was about to climb on his shoulder, but suddenly, the instep hurt, she shouted, frowned and looked down.

I saw that the tip of the male beauty's crutch was unceremoniously pierced on her right instep, she was already stepping on the sky-high slender heel, the instep was straight, and the toes were squeezed together, challenging the limit of human bone distortion, and he poked it like this, and instantly couldn't stand in pain.

But he didn't squint, his face became more and more expressionless, the tip of the crutch twisted left and right, and the hot girl finally lost the battle, got out of the way, leaned on the front of the sports car and rubbed her instep.

Sure enough, for crappy tricks, simple and crude methods are the most effective!

He twisted his crutches on the pavement again, well, dirty, he had to wipe it. Just as he was about to stride forward, he looked up to see a white shadow open the back door of their car and quickly slipped inside.

It's a young man.

Wen Yan's eyebrows were twisted, he quickened his pace, returned to the driver's seat in three or two steps, and entered the car with a short body. And Shen Xihuan was looking at the position of the rear seat with a blank face......