Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

A scream almost tore Feng Ying's eardrum.

meanwhile.

Bang bang!

The shots exploded one after another.

Feng Ying tightened his hands holding the steering wheel and observed the situation behind him through the rearview mirror.

After seeing her bodyguard's car, I don't know when she followed a pickup truck.

Several people standing in the rear compartment, with machine guns in their hands, were shooting at the car. The crackling sound mixed with the sound of guns could be heard.

"Young lady, you go, we'll cover you!"

The bodyguard roared, "come on!"

Feng Ying clenched his teeth and stepped on the accelerator.

At the same time, she pressed the alarm phone blindly and was about to dial it out.

"Hello."

At this time, a gloomy voice suddenly came from above.

Feng Ying was surprised again, and the steering wheel nearly slipped.

She raised her head conditionally and looked at her with cold and ruthless eyes without any warning.

I saw a man in black lying on the roof, sticking out his head, staring at her like a smile, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

“！！！”

This scene is like a scene in a ghost film. It is creepy and heartbroken.

In panic, Fengying speeds up the speed, hoping to throw the man on the roof down.

"Don't move."

The man suddenly took out a gun and pointed at Feng Ying's forehead.

"Miss Feng, I advise you to stop. My bullet doesn't have eyes."

“……”

Feng Ying's whole body is cold, but his foot on the accelerator has not been released.

She can keep calm even at the critical moment of life and death.

She found that the man spoke Chinese very badly and was obviously not Chinese.

Of course, it is also possible that Han Shaoqing bought a murderer to kill.

Oh, no, he shouldn't have wanted to kill her, otherwise she had just died.

"Miss Feng!"

Seeing that she still stepped on the accelerator, the man on the roof was a little impatient.

"Stop!"

“……”

Feng Ying didn't hear it. His pale little face was firm!

Bet!

The man scolded, not Chinese. Feng Ying, who was proficient in several languages, immediately recognized that the other party was speaking the language of country D.

Without waiting to think carefully, she caught a glimpse of the man like a snake, clutching the roof with both hands, neatly got into the driver's seat, and couldn't help but let out a short scream.

"Don't move!"

The back of his head suddenly came upon a hard object. Even if Feng Ying didn't look back, he knew what it was.

"If you are not afraid of death, call as soon as possible."

“……”

Feng Ying was stiff and dared not move.

She didn't ask the other party who he was, and she didn't try to bargain, because it was useless to know.

The more flustered she was, the faster her brain turned.

Han Shaoqing's purpose of catching her is clear.

She can't be caught, but she doesn't want to die.

"For the last time, stop!"

The man ordered again, "Miss Feng, you are very smart. The task I received really can't kill you, but it doesn't mean that I can be at your mercy. If I faint and take you back, I can also complete the task. If you don't want to suffer, you'd better stop immediately! Otherwise..."

He raised his hand.

"Or what?"

Feng Ying's tone was a strange calm. "You'd better tell God the rest!"

Then she stepped on the accelerator to the bottom!

Under the cover of the night, the silver Porsche rushed towards a cliff in front like a lightning bolt.