Madam, president loves you secrectly

"You let go."

"You let go."

"Shallow, if you don't let go, we'll die together. Anyway, I'd love to die with you."

"Shallow? You really dare to call. Except for people I know, no one dares to call my name so intimately in front of me. But when you're going to be cool, I'll give alms and let you call."

“……”

Hearing what she said, the man was even more angry, like an attack of paranoia, and his strength to grab the steering wheel increased inch by inch.

Between pulling, the car slammed into the guardrail of the highway. With a bang, the bumper in front of the car fell down and rushed into another retrograde road. So that the car behind suddenly braked and a slight serial collision accident occurred. The people behind urgently pressed the horn to make the other vehicles stop slowly. Fortunately, most of them were slightly injured.

"Shallow!"

Junlin breathed hurriedly, shouted her name, and drove to catch up. He didn't care whether it was retrograde or not. He just wanted to catch up and save people.

Others who were affected and injured reported to the police, and those who shouted at Junlin also arrived one after another. For a moment, a criminal investigation scene was launched on the highway, such as the pursuit of fugitives in TV dramas and movies.

"Hum, it seems that the police are here." Song Qianqian heard the siren and couldn't help laughing coldly, "you can't run away."

Her smile was as like as two peas in the last drama she played five years ago. She looked soft and boneless, but she was beautiful and hardened.

"Why, why... Isn't it good to be with me?" the man went crazy and didn't grab the steering wheel. Instead, he clasped song Qianqian's shoulder. "I love you so much that I can die for you. What's your dissatisfaction with being with me?"

"I'm not satisfied anywhere. I don't know you at all." Song Qianqian clenched his teeth, hit him hard with his bleeding forehead, and directly hit the bridge of his nose. It seemed as if he could hear the sound of broken bones on the bridge of his nose, and the man's nose blood also flowed down.

The car out of control was driving forward. Unfortunately, it hit a large arc downhill, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

"Send a car to intercept. Now no one controls the car." the police are also discussing countermeasures. They send a car from both ends, plus the people in Junlin, more than a dozen cars surround the white van.

"Understand."

When the police wanted to take action, they saw a black Bentley step on the maximum accelerator, surpass the target vehicle, and use the body to push the car with no direction.

The two cars were stuck at the edge of the stone wall in front of the tunnel.

Song Qianqian, struggling to resist, found the movement in front of him. He swept his eyes forward and was slightly stunned. He couldn't help blurting out: "King's landing."

As soon as she woke up, the effect of anesthetics still had strength. After holding on for so long, her strength had gradually weakened. Such a distraction, she was clasped by the man's backhand on her wrist, and the pain of being broken hit in an instant.

Without saying a word, the man found a rope to tie her hand up and tied her fingers together. Song Qianqian struggled back, but found that he couldn't even move five fingers.

"Look behind you, you can't escape." Song Qianqian just looked at the back of the car. Dozens of cars chased them, surrounded by cars, and there were Junlin's cars in front.

Junlin stepped on the accelerator in the afternoon. Through the rearview mirror, he saw that he tied song Qianqian with a rope. He was even more angry. While stepping on the accelerator desperately, the wheels of the two cars gradually burst out sparks.

The man threw song Qianqian to one side, grabbed the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator. The two cars taxied continuously and entered the dark tunnel.

For a moment, everyone's eyes darkened.

The man suddenly deviated in one direction. In the wide and well hidden tunnel, he smoothly moved the car to another lane. At the moment when everyone turned on the lights, he had driven the car out steadily.

Although the car has been knocked out of shape.

"A group of waste cops, still want to catch me?" the man raised his eyebrows. "Shallow, you accept your life. God is helping me."

"Really?" Song Qianqian smiled coldly and looked straight at the exit of the tunnel in front of him.

The man thought her smile was wrong and looked at it. At the exit of the white tunnel, several heavy trucks were parked there. A row of storming policemen with shields were waiting for him, and the black muzzle of the gun was facing the car.

The speed of the van was fast, and he didn't notice it at all. In the last emergency, he suddenly stepped on the brake and hit the steering wheel, but he still directly hit a heavy truck. The front of the van sank in, and the window glass was broken.

Song Qianqian knocked in front of the car and shed more blood on his injured forehead.

"Listen to the people inside. You're surrounded. Put down your weapons and release the hostages." the police shouted with a horn, which was exactly the same as what was said in the TV series.

The man's right arm was hurt. He gasped, took a fruit knife from the storage box, stepped over to song Qianqian's side, and entrusted song Qianqian, who was still dizzy, out of the car: "don't come here, come here and I'll kill her."

Song Qianqian only felt that he was pinched by someone. He was very uncomfortable and could hardly open his eyes.

Junlin quickly stopped the car. After seeing song Qianqian, who was threatened with adult hostility, he ran over quickly. After seeing the blood on her face, the expression on her face chapped inch by inch: "you dare to hurt her!"

It's not a question, it's an affirmation, a gnashing of teeth affirmation.

"King's landing, isn't it?" the man also bited his teeth fiercely. "It's all you, you damn person, who have bad things for me again and again, so I should kill you first."

Song Qianqian felt that she was about to be strangled by him. She clasped his arm with her left hand in an attempt to make her breathing smoother. At the same time, she opened her eyes slightly and looked at the vague King's landing.

That's good. Then she doesn't have to be afraid.

Holding on to her last consciousness, she didn't fall down at first, but vaguely, her mind became more and more confused. Before she completely fainted, she seemed to hear the harsh sound of gunfire. Moreover, it was not the person who used her as a hostage who was injured. On the contrary, the familiar black figure in front of her was the one who had been standing in front of the wind and saying nothing. It was so dark that she couldn't catch it.