It's warm.

The thick coat wrapped her tightly, and the length hung down to her knees.

Huo Zizhao leaned over slightly, carefully pulled up the zipper at the bottom of the windbreaker, and protected her neck.

Song Canran's whole person was covered in a windproof suit, and he looked even more petite.

She pursed her lips, said no kind words pretentiously, and climbed into the back seat after dressing, her hands still naturally wrapped around his waist.

It seems that some things become natural to do them.

Huo Zizhao glanced down, his thin lips curled slightly.

Neither of them spoke along the way.

The wind whistled past them.

Song Canran was thinking about something.

Although she knew that Song Shihai would be hospitalized, and she also made arrangements in advance, she thought that she was in a scandal at this time in her previous life, and her parents had accidents one after another, which was an untouchable gray area in her memory, even if she lived a lifetime again, she couldn't forget the pessimism and despair at that time.

In the past ten years, this pain has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and even if she succeeds in rewriting her destiny, it will not come out of it in a moment.

Huo Zizhao was not fast, and when a group of thugs came around, Song Canran was separated from his emotions.

There were quite a few thugs, about a dozen of them, all driving the locomotive, surrounding the two of them in the middle, whistling, screaming, and circling them in circles.

With a squeak, Huo Zizhao stopped the locomotive, and his eyes behind the helmet looked at them coldly.

Seeing him stop, the motorcycle men also stopped, and the first little gangster with golden bangs on his forehead smiled and said, "Hey, I brought a girl today, brothers, catch her in a while, take off her helmet and see if she looks good." ”

"It's okay to be ugly, cover your face, what kind of women don't play the same."

"Haha, what about Zhao Ye's woman, I'm going to play a few more ugly things."

"Get out," Huo Zizhao said coldly: "Before I get angry." ”

"Ouch, I'm so scared," the golden-haired man screamed in a strange manner, his face turned cold: "Brother Zhao, there is a kind of competition with me again, and if you win Lao Tzu, you and your girl will go." ”

"If you lose, either kneel down and call grandpa, and then get under our brother's crotch, or leave this girl behind, haha......"

The following words are a bit unpleasant, Song Canran frowned, thinking that it was really no good to follow Huo Zizhao, it had only been a few days, and he had really caused trouble.

Now that they don't know him, does anyone believe him?

Or is it more reliable to go alone?

When she was thinking to herself, Huo Zizhao lowered his hand and patted the back of her hand and whispered, "Hold on." ”

Her heart moved slightly, and the hand holding him tightened, and almost at the same time, Huo Zizhao twisted the door, and the locomotive roared and rushed forward.

There are people all around, and it is a dead end in any direction, but Huo Zizhao doesn't seem to realize that the locomotive is pulling out the momentum of ending up together, and it looks like it is about to collide with the people on the opposite side.

"Quick, stop him!"

Seeing that he was menacing, the gangster who bore the brunt hesitated, Huo Zizhao's wheels were already approaching in front of him, and there was no sign of slowing down at all, he scolded and drove the motorcycle away.

But the other cars were still around them, one after the other, encircling them in a circle.

Huo Zizhao broke through one, and the others surrounded him, and it seemed that the other party was determined to trap them tonight and prevent them from rushing out easily.