Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

An Jingxing's head was in a mess, but she always felt that this matter should have something to do with Monica.

After all, Monica originally regarded Elizabeth as a thorn in the eye. In addition, she hated herself. If Monica knew through other channels that Elizabeth was going to follow her in the past few days after she left Los Angeles.

I'm sure

An Jingxing's eyebrows almost ended. At this time, she only felt a touch of warmth on her shoulders. When she looked back, she saw that it was the man who put her coat on her.

"Thank you." She put on her clothes and thanked her absentmindedly.

"..." Tang qianrong didn't speak, but his face was not very good-looking. When he walked out of the villa, Tang qianrong took the car key from the driver.

An Jingxing originally planned to sit in the rear seat, but when he opened the door, the man behind him suddenly said, "sit in front."

An Jingxing hesitated, but then he thought it was easier to see the roadside in front, so he didn't refuse.

When the car left the rich area, Tang qianrong drove West, because before Anjing, I remember Elizabeth told her that shortly after she and her mother arrived in Los Angeles, her mother had a car accident, lost a leg and vision, had no work to do, and she had no education.

So their life has been very tense. It is not easy to afford a house in the slum.

The slum of Los Angeles, also known as the homeless area, has several churches that distribute relief meals every day. Most of them live in blacks.

As soon as an Jingxing and Tang qianrong's car drove into the community, they were stared at by several black people in flowing clothes.

Because of the logo in front of Tang qianrong's car, it should not be a luxury car in such a place.

An Jingxing was vaguely afraid. She saw the cigarette butts in their mouths and several people with baseball bats in their hands. Their muscles were strong and terrible.

Tang qianrong looked at these people, but he was not afraid at all, but his mind was reversed. In this place, people like them often know the most.

His eyes flashed slightly. He settled his mind, stopped the car next to him, and reached out to lock the door.

Seeing that he stopped the car, an Jingxing probably guessed his mind. Although she was a little afraid, she just endured her fear at the thought of Elizabeth's situation and turned back to Tang qianrong.

"Do you need to call 110? Why don't I dial it first just in case? "

An Jingxing's worried expression warmed Tang qianrong's heart and slightly hooked his mouth. He naturally stretched out his hand to hold her and said, "don't worry, give it to me."

With that, he looked at a rear-view mirror.

Those blacks had already walked near his car and surrounded his car in a circle. One of them, a black man with a baseball bat and a baseball cap, came to the door of Tang qianrong's car.

Reached out and knocked on his window.

Tang qianrong calmly opened the window, looked at the black man in front of him, smiled and said, "Hello, what's the matter?"

The black man was surprised to see that Tang qianrong was an Asian. Then he glanced at the people in the car and their clothes. He became small and the silver white nose nails on his nose were shining.

"Sir, this slum is our territory. What are you rich doing here? It's time to ask what's the matter. Should it be us? "