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

Li Yi almost collapsed due to continuous racing.

But looking at the three motorcycles approaching from behind in the rearview mirror, and the car that drove away quickly after throwing things away, he gasped for breath, but his consciousness of dizziness gradually became clearer.

"Little sister, judging by the situation, we can only go here! Get out of the car, there are only three people in the back, let's salute first and then fight, and ask them if they want to silence or treat them. If you want to silence, you can go up alone. Take out your assessment, rely on a baseball bat, and draw the three big men who cry for their fathers and mothers and call their ancestors, beat them to death! Don't give up on the Lord—"

Li Yi pursed his lips teasingly, trying to make her relax, but his burning eyes kept staring at the rearview mirror.

Counting the timing.

Bao Jinghan and him are considered to be from the same school, and the two of them often compete with each other. Just by looking at his little movements, you can tell what he is going to do.

He couldn't help but look cold, and reached out to grab Li Yi's back collar.

"Don't be a hero, you think you didn't die fast enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sinister smile suddenly came from the window beside him.

Taking a deep breath, Bao Jinghan gritted his teeth, and suddenly turned to look out the window, wearing a helmet, unable to tell whose rider it was.

The gloomy voice was mixed with a little disdain.

But there was a bit of obscenity hidden in that laughter, and it sounded like a good thing!

But at this moment, Bao Jinghan was completely at a disadvantage.

Whether it's the right time and place, or the "harmony" next to her, it's not a coincidence.

To put it bluntly, they are now completely like fish on the chopping board, ready to be beaten by others!

But she understood that in order to persevere in this state, she must suppress them in momentum.

I don't ask for a long delay, but I ask for some words to leave a clue for the rescuers.

"Hehe, why, the one behind you belongs to the bastard? You don't dare to stretch your head, so I sent you dog legs to charge forward here shouting and killing!"

With a sneer, Bao Jinghan started the car, staring coldly at the helmeted man in front of him.

The gorgeous elegance and the whole body's cold and arrogant temperament are instantly intertwined into a kind of high-ranking majesty. Even in the extreme embarrassment, there is still a kind of charm that makes people surrender: "I'll ask again, who sent you here! If you don't answer, I will I'll hit you to death—"

The man in the helmet who was negotiating with her was stunned.

He subconsciously moved half a step backwards, but soon he reacted and laughed wildly.

Heart, half cold.

Bao Jinghan regretted that he didn't bring bodyguards out.

At least, with a blood eagle, it won't fall into the current situation!

Sneering overflowed from the rider's helmet.

Bao Jinghan's face became colder and colder——