Although the voice was small, Qianzi Ke heard it really well, and reached out and pinched Baozi's ear: "Stinky boy, talk about some crooked and evil principles!" ”

The little guy turned slightly sideways to make the woman pounce in the air, and Asa Zike's hand slapped towards the gear lever uncontrollably, only to hear a crisp "Slap!" "Ringing throughout the car.

Asa Zike looked at the "meat pad" under his palm in disbelief, and this slap happened to be slapped on the back of a man's hand who was changing gears.

The woman carefully withdrew her hand, subconsciously glanced at her palm, which was red and numb, and then looked at the back of a man's hand, an unusually obvious red finger print appeared.

"Well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Asa Zike bit his lip and sat in his seat obediently, like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

Mozu Beitan didn't speak, he withdrew his hand to hold the steering wheel expressionlessly, glanced at the rear mirror with a pair of dark eyes, and his sword eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly.

The slight changes on the man's face were seen by the woman, and Asa Zike turned his head to look at the back of the car, and couldn't help but be stunned: he saw dozens of black cars behind the car, and from time to time there were cameras poking out of the car window.

"Turn your head around!"

The man's scolding made Asakko Ke tremble in fright, and quickly turned around, not knowing what to do.

Mozu Beitan looked at the worried woman through the inner rearview mirror, and said in a low voice: "Tear off a piece of cloth from your trouser leg." ”

"What?"

"Do as I say."

"Why?"

"With your current status, you can't see the media yet."

Asako snuggled her mouth, bent down and bit the leg of her jeans, only to hear a "hiss", and a long strip of blue cloth was torn off.

"Wrap a cloth around your wrist and tie it like a bandage."

The woman did so, and Mozu Beitan glanced at it to make sure that it was correct, and then turned on the mobile phone and dialed a call: "Quan Yileng, wait for the bus on National Highway No. 1 in five minutes." ”

"Yes."

"Dad, what's wrong?" Ink Bun stared at the man in the driver's seat with wide eyes.

"It's nothing, it's just that when you go out, you're probably going to encounter a lot of cameras following you behind your ass." Mozu Beitan slightly hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Asakko Ke frowned slightly, did he want to reveal his son's identity?

The little guy pouted dissatisfiedly: "I don't like people to shoot me." ”

"Just ignore them. My son remembered that your identity is high, and you should disdain to have the slightest communication with them. ”

Mo Baozi nodded half-plainly, then turned his head to look at Qianzi Ke who was sitting behind, patted his chest and said, "Mommy, don't worry, I'm here, don't be afraid." ”

Asako pursed her lips and smiled, looking down at the strip of cloth on her wrist, as if she understood why he had let her do it.

"When I get out of the car, I will have the right to a edge...."

Without waiting for the man to finish, Asa Zike spoke: "I know how to do it, don't worry." ”

Mozu Beitan paused slightly, and didn't say much.

In the middle of the night, the luxury car stopped at the No. 1 entrance of the national highway, and the black car behind it also stopped.

Many media flocked to the media, Quan Yiling raised his hand to signal, and dozens of special forces with guns behind him blocked in front of the media in an orderly manner, forming a wall of flesh, which was extremely spectacular.

Quan Yiling strode towards the luxury car, opened the door, Mozu Beitan stepped out of the car and tidied up his shirt at the same time, on the other side of the luxury car, Mo Baozi got out of the car and bypassed the body to the man.

"Your Excellency, young master." Kwon bent down and saluted.

Mozu Beitan lowered his head and touched his son's head, and the camera dozens of meters away slapped at the two of them.

At this moment, the door of the back seat of the luxury car is opened, and a large wave of cameras turns to the person who is about to get out of the car.