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So does it mean that he brought her here in advance?

He had the idea of bullying her here early in the morning?

This discovery made An Yin grind his teeth.

"Let go."

An Yin not only didn't let go, but clenched his fists tighter.

Qin Jian saw that she was unwilling to obey and ran out of patience, so he grabbed her hand, her hand was white and tender, and it was very soft and slippery in her hand.

He didn't have the heart to appreciate her hand, so he pulled her thin and soft fingers away one by one, the movements looked rude, but the force was gentle.

An Yin couldn't match the man's strength, and his fingers were pulled open.

The middle finger nail snaps off from the middle, and blood oozes from the red-tipped fingertips.

Qin Jian's face turned cold, "A camera is so scared that you make yourself like this?" ”

An Yin pulled his hand back vigorously, "I don't want you to care." ”

Qin Jian glanced at her coldly, unscrewed her, opened the car door, threw her into the car, and then took out the spare medical kit.

The alcohol rubbed the wound, the ten fingers were connected to the heart, and An Yin's little face turned pale in pain.

"Tap, tap."

"You know it hurts, and you still pinch it?"

"It's not that you mess around."

"Shut up."

“……”

After taking care of the wound, Qin Jian put away the medicine box, "Pinch yourself next time, I'll pull out all your nails." ”

“……”

An Yin blew on her fingers in pain.

Suddenly, Qin Jian deceived him.

An Yin's breath suddenly stopped, wouldn't it, she was in pain like this, and he was still bullying her?

Qin Jian pulled the seat belt, buckled it with a 'click', and stepped back.

He glanced at her, and a playful smile twitched at the corner of his mouth.

It seems to say that she is self-inflicted.

An Yin was angry, unbuckled his seat belt, and suddenly pounced on the man in the driver's seat, his hands around his neck.

A flash of surprise flashed in Qin Jian's eyes, and he quickly became a little interested, and looked at her without moving, watching what tricks she played.

An Yin looked at him, her lips slowly moving closer to his.

Just as his lips were about to touch his, he suddenly lowered his head.

The moment her lips shifted, the man quickly raised his hand to pinch her chin.

The woman's delicate breath brushed his cheek.

The itch made his heart flutter, and the hand that pinched her chin couldn't help but let go.

An Yin immediately bit down on the side of his neck and sucked hard, where the collar couldn't cover it.

"Whew-"

In an instant, Qin Jian felt that half of his back was crispy.

After An Yin succeeded, he quickly retreated and reached out to open the door.

Qin Jian stretched out his hand and grabbed the little woman who was trying to escape.

At this moment, a strong light came, shaking his eyes, and he subconsciously turned his head to avoid the light.

Anyin jumped out of the car.

A black Land Rover pulled up beside her, the door opened, and Rong Xun, a man in military uniform, sat in the driver's seat.

"Get in the car."

Anyin quickly got into the car, closed the door, and drove away.

The strong light went out, Qin Jian turned around, looked at the Land Rover driving away, recognized it as Rong Xun's car, and his face darkened.

The car was on fire and was about to catch up, when a car passed by, blocking his way.

After this pause, when he chased out of the parking lot, Rong Xun's Land Rover was gone.

Damn it!

Qin Jian was so angry that he grinded his teeth.

A tingling pain came from the neck.

He drifted, pulled the car to the side of the road, sat up straight, pulled off the mirror in front of the roof, and tilted his neck to look.

A bright red blood mark on the side of the neck.

This woman—

Qin Jian's eyes darkened slightly.

He took out his mobile phone and called Anyin.

Shutdown!

Weak-hearted, huh?

Qin Jian snorted coldly, sent a middle finger gesture to Rong Xun, threw away the phone, restarted the car, and slid into the lane.

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