The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 297 Mountain Road, Accident 2
The soft velvet cloth carefully brushed away the dust and fallen leaves, and wiped the front cover of the white station wagon spotlessly.

"When will they come back?"

"Even if we cross the forest in a straight line and shorten the distance by half, it will still take at least two hours."

France put her hand on the awning and took a look. Her companions had disappeared into the woods. She walked back to the car with her denim jacket on, feeling that her boyfriend's behavior was a bit strange.

"Are you exercising? Why are you cleaning the car when you have nothing to do?"

Ivan took off the goggles and put them in his pocket, blinked his eyes, and said with a wicked smile:
"You're right, dear little one, I'm just exercising."

The strong arms wrapped around the slender waist skillfully, and the two big hands explored up and down dishonestly.

"I gave you my coat. It's very cold now. How can you not 'move' your body?" He blew hot air into the woman's ear with a playful smile.

"The front cover of the car is wide and large enough for two people to lie down. The engine still retains some residual heat, like a warm big bed. The surrounding fresh natural atmosphere is accompanied by the fragrance of birds and flowers..."

"You bastard! It turned out that you had such a perverted idea to stay with me!" Frances felt her whole body go limp under his touch, her breathing gradually became heavier, and she bit her lip and complained.

After spitting out a bit of hard skin, he turned his gaze to the dense forest in the distance and let out a silent chuckle.

"Huh...huh, how about it? My idea is good enough." After licking the other person's earlobe, Alvin tightened his belt while panting.

……

Looking at his girlfriend whose face was still flushed, he opened the prepared mineral water and took two sips to replenish the water, then handed it over in a flattering manner.

"Tch, the creativity is pretty good, but the performance is just so-so." Frances licked the thin sweat on the bridge of her nose and snorted softly.

……

"Oh, this posture, write it down and write it down..."

"I have to admit that even if it is 4k high-definition, it is still a bit less realistic than the live version..."

On the tall cedar tree dozens of meters away, the thin branches swayed gently in the absence of wind. A pair of eyes were enjoying this lively scene with relish.

On the top of the tree, Zhu Mingyao held the [Liuwu Zangfa], like an old lady in the village listening to gossip, doing a standard Asian squat, nibbling a few pine nuts that he picked out, and observing carefully. Evaluating.

"Don't you just like this kind of excitement? Just like last time in the night classroom..."

"Of course, the sky is the roof and the forest is the wall. How poetic and picturesque." Ivan smiled proudly, hugging his half-laid body, and slowly lay down.

She sat up with her weak body and fumbled in her pocket for a long time, but only found an empty cigarette box.

The right way is to live until you are old and learn until you are old.

Sure enough, the experts are among the people, and they are indeed the lighthouse people who are famous for their openness. Even as old netizens who have read thousands of articles in future generations, they can learn new life experiences/postures from them.

"It's just that I don't want to watch your outdoor performance for nothing. I still have to pay for the ticket."

"Let's go find a pack."

The two got into two cars separately, looking for spiritual food to fill the emptiness after passion.

Perhaps because she was still angry at the reckless perpetrator, the red-haired girl rummaged around without a care, making a mess of the luggage and items in Chris' car. "Oh, look what I found? A big bag of multi-flavored Hershey's chocolate bars! They are high-end models. It seems that guy is richer than us poor students. He will ask for more compensation later."

France happily peeled one open and chewed it to replenish her exhausted energy.

Feeling the sweetness and bitterness melting instantly on her tongue, she stretched her head out of the car window and called her male companion to share it.

But her kindness only received a finger raised in front of her lips.

"Shh." The man's expression suddenly changed, and he squinted his eyes and looked around.

"Did you hear any weird noises?" He asked with a puzzled look on his face: "It seems like...a rooster crows?"

"Are you kidding? Are you going to say, who opened a chicken farm in the deep mountains and forests? Then!" France rolled her eyes and threw a bar of chocolate.

"What I mean is..." Alvin tore open the package and bit into half of it, then responded vaguely, "Maybe there is someone living nearby? Let's rest for a while and I'll go look for it. It would be easier if I could borrow a wired phone. too much."

As the man spoke, he picked up a twisted branch, swept away the stumbling thick vegetation and stepped into the forest.

Although the thick autumn mood can make most grass and trees bow, they will still be defeated in front of the large area of ​​evergreen plants. The densely growing pines, cypresses and fir trees stretch out their arms lazily, forming a thick A barrier that blocks out all light and sound from the outside world.

As soon as he got into the wilderness, a strong damp and cold air enveloped his body, going straight into his pores. After experiencing a strenuous exercise, Aiwen's skin trembled, and he felt as if he was jumping all of a sudden. Into the freezing swimming pool.

He should have asked his girlfriend to get his coat back first... He wiped the goosebumps on his arms, feeling a little regretful.

Alvin looked around as he walked, trying to find the source of the chicken's crow. However, as he went deeper and deeper into the mountain forest, he found that the surrounding scenery became more and more unfamiliar. The country road he came from had disappeared behind the trees, as if he had completely lost his way.

He retreated a little, stood there and judged, wanting to retreat first.

"Cluck, da..."

As if God didn't want him to return without success, thirty or forty meters ahead, behind a large wall of dense privet and American laurel, a crisp rooster crow suddenly came from behind.

Ai Wen's eyes lit up, he pulled out his feet from the yellow withered grass, and walked quickly over.

"Hey! Does anyone live here?" He shouted happily, struggling to push aside the branches and leaves, and walked through the green bushes like a fence.

Then he missed the mark!
Fake... Alvin rubbed his knees, sat on the ground with a grin on his face, and cursed in anger.

Who the hell dug a hole here? The dug soil is still fresh.

Under the dark shadows like dark clouds, a strong stench mixed with rotten meat floated, forcing him to stop cursing and cover his mouth and nose.

A pair of tattered and cracked leather boots appeared in front of Alvin's eyes, with brown and yellow sharp big toenails protruding from the holes. His pupils narrowed rapidly, his neck slowly raised like a stiff stone, and his eyes swept over the muddy suspenders. pants, a rusty machete on the belt, a white shirt stained gray and black by various dirt and sludge, and finally resting on a nightmare-like face.

Under a few locks of gray and sticky hair, there is a ferocious face with twisted muscles that look like mud.

The cheekbones on both sides looked like they had been pushed left and right by a heavyweight boxing champion, squeezing desperately towards the middle. The bumpy nose was high and arched, and it was raised seven-quarters like a human and three-quarters like a mouse. The eyes were cloudy, one big and one small. It rotated, emitting a greedy and cruel light, and nearly one-third of the harelips were missing, and they were still spitting out joking imitations.

"Gee, chie!"

(End of this chapter)