A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

"Don't worry? Heh. You put me at ease!" Bao Jinghan's voice was raised a few times and became sharp.

She squinted her eyes, cast a vicious glance at the back of the man in the driver's seat, snorted and sneered, "Okay, very good. You are really a good dog raised by Mo Ji!"

"Miss Bo, if I were you, I would stop scolding and save some strength so that I can stick to the place. Otherwise--"

"You are threatening me?!"

"Sorry, I dare not."

"Sorry? Don't dare? Hehe... You don't need to be sorry. The one who needs to be sorry is Mo Ji. And I don't need your apology. I need you to tell me where you are taking us! After all ..."

Bao Jinghan didn't expect him to untie the rope, so he didn't bother with that topic any more.

She only raised her eyes to stare at the man, then turned her head to look at Mo Huan, who was unconscious and still holding the notebook tightly, and Zhen Yao, who was staring at the person in the driver's seat with puffed cheeks , speak again.

All said sarcastically: "After all, you are not a kidnapper, and he didn't let you kidnap us, did he?"

"You can help me be a kidnapper."

Depend on!

Can you still have a pleasant conversation!

Bo Xiaoniu was a little angry, her eyes widened suddenly.If you look closely, it really looks like a little fox is angry and thinking about something, clever and cunning but also playful, um, there is also a hint of coercion.It's a pity that the atmosphere in the car has been frozen for a long time at this moment, and the surroundings are dim, so no one has noticed that she seems to be about to explode.

On the other hand, Zhen Yao, who was at the side, spoke first, and shouted angrily——

"Stop the car for me!"

I saw that the moment she roared, she quickly made a move and snatched the steering wheel.

From the domineering aura to Mo Huan's occasional listlessness and sullenness, there is an indescribable similarity between them.It's no wonder that Mo Huan has nothing to do with her, that's why!

However, under such circumstances, it is really not the time to ponder these things.

Especially when I witnessed it with my own eyes, when the playful and sharp woman in front of me snatched the steering wheel, she showed a posture as if she was shopping in a mall.Bao Jinghan only felt his heart tremble, and subconsciously wanted to make a sound to stop--

Although, if you don't stop it in this situation, there are two possibilities, either Zhen Yao wins or Zhen Yao loses.But all in all, in these two possibilities, they have a 50.00% chance of winning, and once this winning chance appears, it will be their special plane.

But right now, for them, this 50.00% chance of winning may not be as good as that 50.00%.Because, at this moment, they are in a strange place with no village in front of them and no shops behind. Not to mention that Zhen Yao's chances of winning are very small, even if she is the final winner, they are not sure whether they can go back!

not to mention……

What's more, this kind of battle is already full of dangers. If one is not careful, wouldn't they be the rhythm of a collective tragedy? !

Thinking about it this way, instead of collectively mourning and dying together on this kind of expressway, Minger will make the headlines of the major news, become the laughing stock of everyone, and be the object of lying in the coffin at the funeral and letting everyone mourn in silence.It's better to be quiet and ask him to send them to the place where Mo Ji wants to besiege them.

Wouldn't it be better to ensure the safety of this little life first, and then consider how to get out?