A Naive Short-tempered Girl

"I beg you, Aotian, will you give me a chance to explain?"

"Get in the car!" Thin lips coldly spit out two words, and the yin scent that emanated from his body made this scorching summer into a few winters.

"Please ..." The tears of fear rolled down for a moment, and she bitterly trembled, biting the corners of her lips. Longing, longing for him to be a little, even a little moving, at least can give her some chance to excuse, even if she knows how to justify it can not defeat the precision of the man's lies.

"Ah."

At her ear, Yu Aotian's condensed and weird laughter suddenly came, before she could react ...

The sports car, which could accelerate to Baimai in an instant, rushed out like a dangling arrow.

She didn't have time to take away the hands that grasped the door, and the whole person was taken away by the speed of the car, and then fell heavily to the ground ...

"Yeah, what happened?"

"I don't know. The little girl seems to have been hit by a car, right?" Passers-by gathered around. When I saw her look I couldn't help but take a sigh of relief: "Hurry up, call 120."

Oh, what use is there even if an ambulance is here? Who can save her now? Who can? !!

Sit on the ground strenuously, and the bright red blood dripped slowly down her forehead, blurring the sight in front of her.

Suspicious eyes suddenly looked strangely at the scars on her body and the blood on her forehead. Why doesn't it hurt at all? And didn't cry? Or……

She had forgotten how to shed tears?

She barely supported her body, and staggered forward.

The onlookers were scared a little overwhelmed: "Little sister, we've hit 120, you wait for an ambulance here."

Useless, useless, doing nothing now is useless.

She waved her hands weakly at those kind people, and twitched a stiff smile at the corner of her mouth. The two lines of blood ran down the cheeks, making it hard to tell whether the tears were mixed with blood, or just pure blood.

The petite figure covered with thorns gradually disappeared into everyone's sight with helplessness and despair. How she hoped to die directly at that moment, unfortunately ... she still had too many missions on her body, even though she didn't dare go back, she didn't want to face Yu Aotian, but she knew that she must go Facing the baptism of this storm ...

Standing under the dim street lamp, Yaoyao reached out to intercept the taxi.

But which taxi dared to pull her with blood on her face and the thorny wound on her body?

Want to go back?

It is at least tens of kilometers away from the villa of Yuaotian.

Blurred eyes stared at the distant road ahead. At this moment, a Bugatti Veyron roared beside her and stopped at the red light.

Looked at the license plate, five 1 consecutive license plates. Adding that model ... is Royal Sky! Did Aotian come back to find her?

With a pale smile on her pale face, she hurriedly followed. The silhouette of a man sitting in the driving position is dimly seen through the window ...

That's right, Royal Sky!

Can't help but say, she opened the door of the first officer and sat up: "You listen to me ..." Uh ...

When he saw the appearance of the man beside him, Yaoyao froze.

The man's complexion was white as jade, and his handsome face was inlaid with a pair of dark eyes, and the melancholy luster between the eyes made people see the impulse to search for mysteries.

This man's temperament is so complicated, like a melancholy master standing under a cherry tree; and like a melancholy prince detained in a castle, he is noble but with a little sadness.

Obviously he feels so much worse than Yu Aotian, why did he mistake them as a person? But if the man's gloomy eyes were covered, his skin tone was a little bit healthier, but it was a bit similar to Yu Aotian, because he had mistaken him for this?

"Yes, I'm sorry. I, I admit that I'm the wrong person." After a short while, Yaoyao quickly apologized and wanted to get out of the car. She was afraid that she would frighten a man like this. Think about it, Da Hei Tian, ​​suddenly a **** woman got in your car, what a terrible picture.

"Need me to take you to the hospital?" The man suddenly opened his mouth, his voice was delicate and gentle, and matched with his gloomy eyes, it even made the picture jump under the cherry tree.

Looking back, the man's eyes were slightly bent, and it seemed that he was not intimidated by her appearance: "Thank you, no need."

"Oh, it should be difficult for you to get in the car like this." The man said, took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, and passed them.

She took it slowly, gently wiping the blood on her forehead ... "Hisse." When she touched the wound, she could not help but take a breath.

"Hehe." The man smiled helplessly and parked the car by the side of the road: "I'll help you." After taking the tissue, he carefully wiped the blood on Yaoyao's face.

Looking at this man from such a close range, the clean breath that emanated from him made her fluctuating heart slowly and slowly calmed down.

It's really strange, it's just the first time they met, but they don't feel obtrusive at all; they are obviously not used to contact with strangers of the opposite sex, but she doesn't feel strange to this man at all. And the whole world became quiet and harmonious under the influence of this man's clean breath.

"Thank you."

"Where are you going? I'll send you."

"No, I'm so sorry to get in your car so boldly."

"It doesn't matter, but maybe I will kid you away." The man joked suddenly.

She smiled slightly, and felt more and more that he was closer: "I'm going to ... Oran Avenue."

Yuaotian's villa is located on the top of Oran Avenue, but the whole mountain is his, and no cars are allowed to enter. So she could only name the street.

The car started, and the man stared at the road ahead.

Yaoyao looked at the reflector from time to time, inadvertently facing his eyes, the man smiled charmingly.

Uh.

She hastily shifted her eyes as he stared at the man.

"Miss ..."

"Ok?"

"Where have we met?" The man bowed his head with a smile.

To be honest, she would also like to ask them where they have met, but she was born with the kind of trouble that she ca n’t remember her face, and she has forgotten even if she has seen it. "Probably not, I just returned home."

"Oh? Where have you been before?"

"Japan."

"Hehe." The man smiled again and glanced at her again: "Then I think we might have seen it in Japan."

"Huh?" What did he mean?

"I used to live in Japan, and returned to China 2 years ago." <