Life With You

After being dragged by the car in front for no less than ten minutes, Song Xi was thinking of a way to get out. Suddenly a black Audi R8 on the right quickly passed by, keeping in parallel with the orange-red sports car in front. Bali was driving on the left, the co-driver. The window was lowered, and the man inside told the foreign man to park in English.

From Song Xi's perspective, she couldn't see who was in the driver's seat of the R8, but she recognized George Sheng's voice, even if she didn't hear much English.

At this moment, Song Xi suddenly wanted to cry. At the most dangerous moment, he came to rescue her.

However, the man in the orange-red sports car was a lunatic. Instead of stopping, he made a curse gesture to the person in the black car, and then provocatively drove the car faster.

Song Xi stepped on the brakes, slowed down, the tires did not turn, and the car made a harsh noise on the asphalt road.

The overall speed of the car slowed down, but it was not the reason that the other party suddenly pulled over and stopped. Fortunately, Song Xi turned the steering wheel in time, the car turned around the rear of the car in front, and the two cars did not collide.

She was a little bit shocked, but even more surprised what caused the crazy car in front to stop, until she saw the black R8 driver's seat door opened, and the familiar man came out with a gloomy handsome face, he walked around the front of the car with his hands Holding a black pistol impressively.

A few steps to the door of the orange-red sports car, George Sheng opened the insurance with a'click', and the black muzzle was directly on the top of the man's head. The man was terrified. He shrank his neck and raised his hands. Song Xi's eyes widened. Frightened, he quickly unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car.

The sound of two strange men apologizing and begging for mercy was all in his ears. Song Xi’s first reaction was to rush forward and remove the muzzle of George Sheng’s hand. This was Song Xi’s first touch of a gun with cold metal. The breath of death and danger.

She snatched the pistol. George Sheng didn’t even look at her. He grabbed the foreign man’s hair and slammed his face against the steering wheel. In an instant, there seemed to be a broken nose floating in the air, blood and blood. the sound of.

The man was still yelling at first, but after a violent collision, there was only a muffled sound. George Sheng did not stop, grabbing his hair, repeating the same motion mechanically, and soon blood was printed on the steering wheel, the co-pilot At first, the man who was afraid of shooting and dared not run away. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of George Sheng's madman behavior. He couldn't restrain his fear anymore, and opened the car door and ran out.

George Sheng let go of the man in the driver's seat, and the man immediately fell to the side, his face hanging down, invisible except for the shocking mottled blood on the steering wheel.

The man in the co-driver's office was also shocked. He ran forward and staggered. George Sheng stepped on his long legs and walked over, and at the same time he drew his waist belt. The poor man is not there yet. When he stood up, something went around his neck, and immediately after a moment of suffocation, he was dragged his neck and walked back.

Song Xi witnessed everything passing by. He was stunned on the spot, unable to make a sound or stepping. He watched George Sheng drag a big living person to the rear of the car like a cargo. He untied and hung it with one hand. The rope on the car actually wanted to use the rope to drag the man up.

Song Xi glanced intently. The man was already like a purple eggplant, and his half-open eyes were covered with red blood. She hadn't seen the appearance of dying, but that was probably the case.

Thinking, she finally forced herself to move, and rushed forward to pull George Sheng's hand, "Zhi Sheng, let go... let go of him..."

George Sheng ignored Song Xi, and his body was full of death. It was a long time after this incident that Song Xi realized that his nickname "Living Hades" was really not a false name. This person would be fatal if he was cruel.

But Song Xi couldn't think of it right now. She just couldn't watch George Sheng kill people. He didn't listen to her, so she put her hand on the man's neck. If George Sheng wanted to wrap the rope, she could only wrap her together.

When George Sheng saw this, his chest was up and down, but he still didn't look at her. He strangled the man's neck and bumped his head against the rear of the car. The man quickly closed his eyes and fell into a coma. Song Xi stepped forward to death. He dragged George Sheng and dragged him back, "Don't fight! George Sheng, I told you not to fight!"

George Sheng let go. Song Xi thought he would be so angry and walk away without looking back. Either he was furious with her, but it didn't happen. He clasped her wrist, came to the R8 door, opened the co-pilot and stuffed her in. Go, she felt soft, her hands and feet trembling, she didn't dare to move at all, and sat in quietly.

After he got in the car, the seat belt was not fastened, and he stepped on the accelerator. The car was driving faster than she had driven.

Originally, Song Xi was sad, she just wanted to come out and breathe it out, but she didn't expect this to happen right now. Sitting in a speeding car at the moment, her mood was not calmed down by the speed, but she was even more sad, and she didn't know when her tears would fall. When she came down, she whispered: "Stop."

George Sheng was unmoved, Song Xi's tears pattered down, and he couldn't help but raise his voice: "Stop, drive so fast and want to die?"

At this moment, she was just worried about his safety.

George Sheng turned a deaf ear, Song Xi shed too much tears, so he had to raise his hand to wipe it. He caught a glimpse of his eyebrows. Not long after, he slowed down and the car pulled over.

Song Xi looked down. George Sheng seemed to be angry and couldn't bear to look, so he turned his head to the other side. After a while, Song Xi pushed the car door to get out of the car and walked forward. George Sheng saw this and followed. After that, the two of them walked a hundred meters forward, and the beach was further ahead. George Sheng walked two steps quickly, stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, "Where else to go?"

Song Xi didn't say a word, and suddenly lowered his head very deeply. From his perspective, only big drops of tears could be seen falling.

He took her into his arms, Song Xi’s cry was smashed by his hot chest, and finally changed from silent to sound. George Sheng was holding her, obviously his eyes were distressed, but his mouth was harsh. "Do you know how dangerous it is to run out alone? This is a foreign country, not a night city. Are you a kid? If the hotel car is not located, where can I find you?!"

What should he do if he can't find her?

If she had a slight damage, what would he be worth if he killed those people?

Song Xi cried very aggrieved, as if being abandoned by the whole world. George Sheng's always calm face was full of entanglements, and her Adam’s apple moved slightly. He stroked the back of her head and whispered: "I see the picture. Here, it’s not what you think. I’ve never done anything sorry for you.”

Song Xi closed her eyes and wanted to restrain her crying, as if she had given up when she cried. She felt that she was inferior to Sheng Qianyu, so she could only go wild in a foreign country and drag George Sheng to find her.

She had never felt so frustrated. Some people stood at the end of the victory early and laughed at her efforts and irresponsibility.