"It's not about anyone, it's my problem, I don't like you." Ouya lowered her eyes slightly, not daring to look him directly into the eyes.

Di Yating couldn't let go of Gong Yue, and she couldn't abandon Mangji.

Between them, they are always not on the same pace, and they can only miss it after all.

"What did you say?" Di Yating looked at her in disbelief, the back of the hand holding the steering wheel, and the green tendons of forbearance appeared, as if he was about to explode in the next second.

"Dia Ting ......"

"I don't believe it."

Dia Ting started the throttle and quickly turned around.

"Where are you taking me?" Ouya was startled when he saw him driving towards the exit of Esplanade.

"Di Yating, in a dozen hours, I will be Mangji's fiancée......"

"Shut up!"

"It's a fact, it's useless for you to kidnap me, Mugji will definitely wait for me to come back." Ouya reached out and tried to open the door, but he stepped on the accelerator all the way.

The speed of the wild run made Ouya's face turn white for a moment.

Nervously grabbed the seat belt, the delicate little face was completely bloodless, and only full of fear was left in his mind.

"Emperor, Dia Ting, please...... Slow down......"

The numbers on the gas gauge kept jumping up, and the enraged man couldn't hear a word at all.

The wind kept drifting in through the unclosed driver's window, and Ouya noticed that he was full of alcohol.

"You've been drinking?" Ou Ya was shocked, and the fear in his heart soared to the extreme.

Banged the car door hard, "Dia Ting, what are you doing, you stop, you stop quickly!" ”

"I beg you to stop...... Don't drive so fast......"

Ou Ya's face became whiter and whiter as the scenery outside the car window switched, and he grabbed the seat belt with both hands, "Dia Ting, I'm afraid of ......"

"Uhhh

Dia Ting slammed on the brakes, and Ouya planted his whole body in front of him, but fortunately there was a seat belt fastened, and he rebounded again and leaned on the car mat.

The delicate little face was pale, and there was no blood to be seen.

His chest rose and fell violently, and he lost his soul.

The sound of the waves crashing against the reef was clear in the quiet of the night.

Ouya raised his head, only then did he notice that Dia Ting actually drove the car to the coastline, crossed the beach, and stopped steadily on the sea viewing bridge.

The location of this bridge is exactly where Ou Jersey and Miao Linger were chased and killed back then.

At that time, Miao Linger thought that Ou Jersey was dead, and once fell into madness and turned into a demon.

Later, O'Jersey personally commissioned the bridge to commemorate the years that he never returned, but cherished forever.

How did Diating know about this?

Ouya turned her head to look at him, her face softening slightly.

It's just that the palpitations just now haven't dissipated, and her face is still ugly.

As soon as he turned his head, he met his eyes.

"Ouya ......"

Dia's voice was a little low, with a hint of compromise sentimentality.

"Don't say anything, okay? If you don't want to send me back, I can call the housekeeper and ask him to come over. Ouya subconsciously avoided his eyes and looked out the window.

The night was so heavy that I could barely see the sea, but my ears were filled with the sound of the waves crashing, and my heart was indescribably heavy.

She thought about it and reached into her pocket, trying to get her phone, but found that she didn't have it.

"Ouya, between us, does it have to be like this?" Di Yating saw her move to find her mobile phone, and the corners of her mouth overflowed with a wry smile.

Reaching out to unbuckle his seat belt, his tall body crossed the seat and approached her.