She silently accepted her phone, and her heart grew cold under the cold night wind. The terrain was high, and the snow was falling, and they were the only ones on the long embankment with their headlights on.

Lan Qingchuan tightened his coat and had no choice but to return to the car. At this time, in the dense snowfall, several dazzling lights suddenly pierced in.

There are few people in the middle of nowhere, and Lan Qingchuan had a very dangerous thought in his heart, these cars will not follow them.

On such a cold night, her back was oozing some sweat.

Lan Qingchuan's premonition really happened. The cars stopped, surrounding them in the middle. There are no license plates, but they are all high-end cars. She watched as they slammed the car door and walked towards her, strange young faces, and a girl in boots.

When they saw her alone, they looked at each other and smiled, glancing at the Ferrari parked on the side of the road, "This sports car is really not built, there is no hope of catching up, we have to stop." I didn't expect to stop obediently. The first boy made a color, and the group split into two parts, one just in case she went over and smashed the car, and the other gathered around to arrest her.

"I didn't see it clearly at the banquet, it turned out to be such a beauty." The boy grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, trying to pinch her chin, his eyes full of ruffianism.

Lan Qingchuan has been smooth sailing for more than ten years, where has he ever encountered such a scene. She struggled with a pale face, only to feel that the smell of tobacco on his body was particularly disgusting.

"Don't move. Let's find a warm place to have a good chat. He squeezed her hand and spoke in a harsh tone, and when he saw that she would not leave, he grabbed her by the waist and tried to pull her closer to the car.

"You'd better listen to me, otherwise don't blame me for not piping on me." The girl raised her voice and repeated, "Pity the jade? "The weird look of yin and yang. The crowd laughed tacitly.

Lan Qingchuan tried her best to avoid his touch, and the cold wind blew cold, and she had a splitting headache. On a moonless night, I only felt anger, fear, and even despair hit my heart.

Han Luochen suddenly woke up at a certain moment, he raised his head, but he didn't see Lan Qingchuan. Outside, the lights were bright.

He pulled off his clothes and got out of the car, seeing a group of people pulling Lan Qingchuan and dragging him into the car, laughing maliciously one by one. He was almost so angry that he vomited blood. A girl he cherishes so much, she has always lived an exquisite life and is not stained with dust, where is it their turn to get such a group of indiscriminate people to do something?

He had a calm face, and it was extremely gloomy under the streetlights. The person who smashed the car just scratched the tires of the car, didn't move, and used his strength to cut it, but he was kicked to the ground unexpectedly. This kick was extremely ruthless, it was kicked in the face, Han Luochen was wearing thick-soled boots, and kicked out a few teeth of the man at once.

"Dare to touch my people and cars, are you too long to live?" He also had a fever, a low and hoarse voice, and his eyes were sharp and cold, like a beautiful blade.

Someone recognized him, "The third child of the Han family!" Lan Qingchuan was grabbed and thrown to the ground. The road was covered with hard snow, and she struggled to get away, only feeling the cold to her bones.

"Isn't it the abandoned old man of the Han family? What's the big deal. The boy who held her smiled and pulled her hair, "This is yours?" I just like to steal other people's things. Lan Qingchuan had never been treated like this, she had a white face, and her voice could hear the pain, "Stop!" ”