Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Another new contest begins.

Leng Lintian, who owned the locomotive, grinned like a devil, holding the iron rod with one hand and controlling the locomotive with one hand.

He soared the locomotive recklessly, striking every oncoming person...

The head of the locomotive had a brief confrontation with Leng Lintian, his arm was almost broken, and the stick fell to the ground.

As for the other brothers, most of them were lying crookedly on the ground.

Either a broken leg or a broken arm.

The one who was knocked into the air probably injured his waist and couldn't even get up.

Leng Lintian's bloodthirsty light expanded, and the more he fought, the braver he became.

Hooking his index finger towards them: "Come here."

Come one, hit one.

"You two, come together."

Come for two, make a pair.

……

"Oh, boss, this guy is too good at fighting..."

"I am not afraid of death when I meet someone who is desperate for my life..."

"Brothers, let's go!"

The locomotive head glanced at Jing Jiaren reluctantly. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. He thought it was an affair, but he did not expect to suffer a heavy loss.

It's not worth it to risk your life for a woman.

Some locomotives had been crashed and could not be driven. These bikers picked up one by one and took away the wounded on the ground.

When he came, he was extremely arrogant, but when he left, he fled disheveled with his tail between his legs.

Leng Lintian squinted his eyes, still holding the iron rod in his hand, leaning on the ground with one leg, holding the handle of the motorcycle.

Blood flowed wantonly down his forehead, all over the place were the remnants of the fierce battle just now.

Jing Jiaren walked up to him quickly: "Leng Lintian, are you okay? Cell phone...Give me the phone to call the police?"

Leng Lintian let go, and the iron rod fell to the ground.

Bang!

A gust of wind blows, and the waste newspapers scattered on the ground are blown up.

Leng Lintian coughed twice, coughing up a mouthful of blood: "I have already called the police, they are really slow."

"Then... shall I call an ambulance?"

Leng Lintian's current situation is even more worrying.

He wiped his lower lip, the red blood stains stained his lips purple and staggered, he asked softly: "What medicine do you buy, you feel uncomfortable?"

"..."

"I asked what medicine you bought?"

"I had a stomachache just now...it doesn't matter, the important thing is you..."

I don't know where he was hurt.

Leng Lin stretched out a hand to her too hard: "Get in the car, I'll take you to the hospital."

Jing Jiaren frowned, her face was pale, and she stared at him suspiciously.In his case, can he still drive?

"You know how to ride a motorcycle?" Leng Lintian's eyes were darkened, he had often walked the S-shaped line during the battle just now.

Jing Jiaren shook her head.

"I teach you."

As soon as Jing Jiaren's arms tightened, she was forced into the car by him.

Leng Lintian vacated a seat for her to sit in the front seat, held her hand with both hands, and taught her to hold the handle: "You just need to control the direction, and the rest... Leave it to me... My willpower is a little shaken..."

Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip lightly: "Leng Lintian, are you really good?"

"Wait here for the ambulance... or is it faster to go to the hospital by yourself?"

Jing Jiaren took a deep breath, what the hell is this place, there hasn't been a taxi passing by for so long?

Probably because they saw the fierce battle here from a distance, they quickly detoured.

Jing Jiaren couldn't help but think too much, the locomotive was already roaring and driving forward...

The night wind stirred Jing Jiaren's long hair, and he leaned on her shoulder, keeping some distance between his body and her.