Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 2523 Premeditated (3)

Fortunately, those people didn't intend to disturb the two of them.

After a few whistles, they were let go.

Continue to look for people, one by one, looking carefully.

"Damn, where did people go—"

The one at the head was cursing.

"I clearly saw him coming up!"

"Could it be that he ran from the front to the rear of the car and took the opportunity to go down again?"

"Damn it, the little brat was running pretty fast—"

"Then what should I do? Do you still want to chase?"

"Chasing! Of course chasing! Wait until I catch him and see if I won't break his legs!"

The passers-by beside him didn't dare to make a sound when they heard these words.

They all lowered their heads, and the atmosphere became depressing and cautious.

Some people even started to quietly pick up their mobile phones and call the police.

……

Fortunately, the car arrived at the next stop soon.

Those ferocious men didn't seem to want to trouble others.

I couldn't find anyone, so I got out of the car cursing and swearing.

After getting off the train, he stood on the platform and smoked a cigarette, and refused to leave. It was obvious that he was not a good stubble.

Ferocious eyes swept around.

The driver in the car saw them get out of the car, closed the door immediately, and started.

The atmosphere in the car gradually relaxed, and almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

In the corner, the person who was hugged and kissed in a daze was finally let go at this moment.

The moist and bright eyes were clouded and dazed.

She was still carrying a schoolbag, her slender legs were close to the man, and her toes were off the ground.

The pain in my waist came like a flood.

She pursed her red and numb lips, stared at the strange man in front of her, and said nothing.

The fingertips holding his clothes slowly loosened.

The man wore a black peaked cap, and his breath was fairly steady.

Sitting on the seat, she took off her hat and put it on her head.

Touching through the hat, the voice was lowered.

"Sorry for the offense."

The magnetic juvenile voice is mixed with a vague sense of maturity.

The body temperature is cold, and the hands are also cold and wet.

"..." She looked at him quietly, tilting her head.

Looking at him, it was obviously in the cold autumn or in the rainy season, he was wearing too thin, only a short sleeve.

Half wet and half dry, it looks like it just ran up from the rain.

The shoulders are broad, the jaw is thin, the Adam's apple is protruding and sexy, and the muscles of the waist and abdomen are hard.

It looks like a person who exercises a lot, and I don't know...whether he is often chased by people.

She thought quietly, without speaking.

He just looked at him, touched her head, and then helped her waist so that she could stand up.

The car was running smoothly, and the street lights outside the window shone in, and the light and shadow fell on the car board, making it colorful.

He bent down, helped her pick up the umbrella that fell on the ground with cold white hands, and handed it to her again.

"Your umbrella."

The fingers are beautiful, long and thin and bony.

Nails are neatly manicured and perfectly contoured.

It's just that there are scars and band-aids on it.

At a glance, it was obvious that the fight was severe, and the bruises and wounds left behind.

Old wounds are not healed, and new wounds are added.

She was carrying a schoolbag and wearing his hat on her head, looking down.

Due to the height difference, she could only see his chest and hands.

She looked at the umbrella he handed over, and then looked out of the window at this moment.

It's raining heavily outside, and I'm afraid I'll get wet after a few steps.

She thought for a while, then looked up at him, "Do you have an umbrella?"

(End of this chapter)