After rebirth, the big guy always wants to occupy me

Qiao Zhiyu didn't study deeply, mainly because she still had an access control card that she had to go home before six o'clock. It's obvious that Qi Zhanxing's lethality is much greater than studying whether the tire is man-made or accident.

It happened that an empty taxi stopped by the side of the road. Qiao Zhiyu directly opened the door and sat in. After reporting the address casually, he bowed his head to contact the trailer.

When they found something wrong, the taxis were almost out of the city.

Qiao Zhiyu's eyes were dark: "master, you're a little far around?"

The driver didn't look back. His voice seemed to have been sharpened by sandpaper.

"What's the difference? You can't go back anyway."

Qiao Zhiyu's mind turned and moved to the back of the driver's seat at will.

The driver caught a glimpse of her movements in the rearview mirror.

"I know Miss Qiao is brave, but the steering wheel is in my hand. You'd better not make any small moves, otherwise -"

The second half of the cruel words didn't finish, because a brand-new art knife had hit his throat, and the blade was silvery and dazzling.

"The steering wheel is indeed in your hand, but the knife is in my hand." Qiao Zhiyu pushed the blade forward again. The sharp edge gently slipped through the driver's throat, and the blood and water exuded instantly and fell on the back of her hand, "Even if you want to die with me now, you can't guarantee that I will die in a car accident, but I'm sure I'll cut your throat before you shake your hand and cause a car accident."

Qiao Zhiyu didn't expect that the borrowed art knife could really see blood today. Fortunately, he forgot to return it after scaring Tang Fanglan, otherwise it's really difficult to clean up the situation.

The sharp pain in his throat made the driver shake hard. What frightened him more was that Qiao Zhiyu's hand was too stable. The eyes reflected in the rearview mirror were even more static and frightening. Holding a knife against him was like holding a chicken.

The driver couldn't help but regret that he had prepared anesthetic before he came, but Qiao Zhiyu got on the bus in a busy city. In order not to attract the attention of pedestrians, he didn't dare to do it directly.

If he had known this would happen, he would have knocked the woman out the first time Qiao Zhiyu got on the bus.

Qiao Zhiyu lowered his eyelashes and looked at the driver quietly for a moment.

"You don't seem too afraid of death, so you're really ready to die with me from the beginning? How much did you sell your life?"

The driver didn't speak, but his hand on the steering wheel tightened again.

Qiao Zhi continued without hesitation, with a flat tone and a little irony: "then you should know that if I don't die, you won't get the money."

"Now -" she pressed the art knife a little deeper, "what do you take to make sure I'll die? You're fast?"

The driver's look wavered slightly for a moment: "you dare not kill..."

"That's hard to say." Qiao Zhiyu turned his wrist up holding the art knife and thinly cut a layer of skin along the driver's neck.

A thin, almost transparent skin about the size of two thumbs. The driver screamed in pain and couldn't stop breathing. The car began to snake. Qiao Zhiyu didn't even blink.

"As I said, if you shake your hands and have a car accident, I will cut off your throat. At that time, you will not only lose your money, but also take your life. Your wife, children, parents and all relatives will be unable to lift their heads all their life because of you as a murderer."

The taxi that turned around on the road suddenly stabilized. The driver clung to the steering wheel with both hands, gasped heavily, and fell down with cold sweat and blood, but his two trouser legs were completely wet in a moment.

Seeing the driver's psychological defense gradually collapse, a heavy truck dragging goods suddenly turned from the other side, Qiao Zhiyu's heart sank suddenly.

Sure enough, the driver immediately clenched his teeth and hit the heavy truck with one foot of the accelerator, regardless of his eyes blurred by sweat.

Qiao Zhiyu looked cold, threw away his art knife, grabbed the two pillows on the back seat with his backhand, covered his head, and squatted down quickly.

At the critical moment, a heavy off-road vehicle suddenly turned out of the nearby curve and crashed into a taxi heading for the truck like a runaway beast.

——Bang.

The fierce impact directly moved the taxi out and floated out for two or three meters. It was blocked by the green belt guardrail on the side of the road. Qiao Zhiyu's head fainted. He just felt that his internal organs were moved and clenched his teeth so that he didn't faint on the spot.

Seven or eight SUVs sped out from all directions and forced the heavy truck to stop.

Qi Zhanxing jumped down from the heavy cross-country with a gloomy face. His hair, which had always been neat, was a little messy, and hurried to the taxi.

The bodyguards forced the deformed door open, and Qiao Zhiyu turned his head with difficulty.

"Qi..."

Fortunately, Qi Zhanxing deliberately controlled the angle when he hit the taxi, and Qiao Zhiyu consciously protected the key. In addition to the discomfort caused by the collision, there was no serious trauma, only a few abrasions on the outside of his thigh and arm.

"Don't talk." Qi Zhanxing bent over and picked up the pale woman, carefully avoiding the scars on her body.

Qiao Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly loosened his nerves all the way. He leaned softly against Qi Zhanxing's arms and focused his eyes.

"... Mr. Qi, you... Saved me again."

Qi Zhanxing held her arm slightly stiff for a moment, and a touch of heartache appeared on his face: "take a break first, I'll deal with it here."

"... HMM." Qiao Zhi replied with a faint, inaudible voice, and then let himself fall into a coma.

With this person, she can rest assured.

The bodyguards dragged the dead dog driver out of the driver's seat. Qi Zhanxing came forward with Qiao Zhiyu in his arms, raised his feet and kicked the driver's abdomen. He kicked the middle-aged man who was not thin and weak upside down.

Tang Chi made a fuss. He knew Qi Zhanxing was really angry.

"Are you okay? Why don't you give me the person first and I'll take her to the hospital?"

Qi Zhanxing lowered his eyes and looked at Qiao Zhiyu, who was pale and weak. His knuckles curled up unconsciously.

"I'll take her."

Tang Chi's face turned white.

"Brother, brother Qi, President Qi, can I call your ancestors? Is that where you can go to the hospital? Do you want to faint with her?"

Qi Zhanxing didn't speak, but he didn't mean to compromise at all.

"Well, I've taken it." Tang Chi had no choice but to discuss it with a good voice. "Is that ok? I'll go to the hospital under Qi's name first. Can you take Miss Qiao directly back? I guarantee that when you get home, the doctors and medical equipment can be in place, and it's closer to home than going to the hospital."

Qi Zhanxing was silent for a moment, with some reluctance and depression on his face.

"Be ready in half an hour."

Tang Chi breathed a sigh of relief: "no problem, don't worry."

Qi Zhanxing returned to the heavy-duty SUV with Qiao Zhiyu in his arms. Before leaving, he gave Tang Chi a cold advice.

"Check it out. Everyone reached out to he