He dared not run away.

I'm afraid that the other hand will not be able to be saved.

He didn't know what big shot he had messed with, and he was so scared that he repeated: "I was wrong...wrong..."

Suddenly, a dazzling strong light shot over, making Song Jianzhang unable to open his eyes. He could only hear the sound of the car roller slowly rolling over the sand, like a machine rolling over a human bone.

The strong light suddenly shrank, and Song Jianzhang looked over and saw a charcoal black sports car with an extremely low chassis parked more than ten meters ahead. The combination of the nacelle hood and the rearview mirror was like a faucet, domineering and awe-inspiring.

The car was pitch black and there was nothing to see.

A scarlet flame flashed in the car, printing a blurry outline.

Then, the man's hand stretched out from the car window, and gently placed it on the car window with a thin cigarette in his finger. His fingers were slender and well-proportioned. If it weren't for the large size, there were slight blue veins on his arms, which would be more like a woman's hand.

The smoke lingers gently in the night and burns quietly.

The people in the car were smoking slowly.

For Song Jianzhang, every second is more terrifying than the previous second.

Because waiting for death is more terrible than death.

He couldn't stand it anymore, so he knelt on the thick ground, hugged his arms and kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Let me go... Please let me go a lot..."

Finally, the smoke only ignited to the tail, and the beautiful hand did not extend out of the car window.

The car door was raised upwards like a wing spread, and the man walked out of the car, with a tall figure and tall figure, delicate and elegant facial features.

He looked down at his eyes with sharp and coldness.

Song Jianzhang's begging for mercy came to an abrupt end, and he could no longer speak, and he was only trembling.

Yan Wangshu walked forward, step by step, and the sound of sand squeezing.

His indifferent expression demonstrates the nobility that he can ignore the rules of the system.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Slowly look on your face, bent down, and pull out a steel pipe about half a meter long from the abandoned steel tools on the roadside.

His hands were naturally hanging, and the steel pipes made a winding mark on the gravel ground.

Song Jianchang kowtowed desperately, hitting the gravel on his forehead, and incoherently said: "I was wrong...I was wrong...I was spared...I was not worthy of your hand...I was not worthy of...Please...I was spared..."

*******

An hour later, Yan Wangshu's car parked in the 'Lanyu Feng'.

He got out of the car and walked towards Shi Ze's car.

Shi Ze has been playing with his mobile phone for a while now.

Yan Wangshu knocked on the car window and landed.

Shi Ze: "Why did you ask me to come?"

"Call her down."

Shi Ze immediately understood who she was referring to, and then sent a voice call to Wen Ran.

Shi Ze: "It's solved...Is it convenient for you to come down now?...I'm at the entrance of your community...I'll talk about it in detail."

After Shi Ze hung up the phone, Yan Wangshu said: "Change the car."

The two changed their cars.

Yan Wangshu saw through the car window: "You go back first."

"No, Brother Yan, are you destroying the bridge across the river, right?"

Yan Wangshu gently curled the corner of his mouth: "Do you want to stay and see?"

"Can you?"

"What do you think?" Yan Wangshu asked back.

Shi Ze cut and started the vehicle to leave.

Yan Wangshu leaned against the back of the chair and looked sideways at the entrance of the community.

After waiting for a while, I saw a petite figure slowly walking out.

Wen Ran wore a large white T-shirt, which was as long as her thighs, only exposed the edges of her sports shorts, and her straight and slender legs were as tender as cheese.

Her hair was loosely tied with a ponytail, revealing a small face, without any makeup, but she had a particularly bright eye and white teeth, looking like a pure and tender high school student.

Wen Ran stood at the entrance of the community, looked left and right, picked up his cell phone and looked a little confused.

Yan Wangshu didn't call her, and looked at her cute look with great leisure.

Finally, the little girl finally turned her eyes to the direction of the vehicle.

Her steps are slow, and she can be described as small steps, and she looks so cute that she can't tell.

Until she walked to the front of the car, Yan Wangshu reached out and pressed the window of the passenger seat.

The little girl's eyes lit up, and her pink lips opened slightly uncontrollably.
Chapter completed!