My Guardian Mr Bo

An Geer was in tears, and she ran on the road with her bare foot.

The night is dark.

Suddenly two bright lights came from behind. When An Ge'er turned her head, she saw a car starting the engine. The man in the car seemed to stick his head out, blew a ruffian whistle, and beckoned to her.

An Geer: "...!"

She is about to cry.

Is it really going to be robbed by the **** Rong Bei today!

But when An Ge'er was about to cry without tears, the sound of a heavy locomotive suddenly came not far away, like lightning in the night, it was dashing over—!

An Geer's eyes widened suddenly, desperately blocking the road and stretched out his hand to stop.

The black heavy locomotive that is speeding up is so cool, the speed that flashes by in the night is so thrilling, and the speed is so fast that people are stunned, as if coming from somewhere, extremely eager.

But An Geer didn't notice its speed at all.

After decisively stopping, An Ge'er didn't care to look at the man wearing the helmet, and ran to the back of his car, without blushing and panting, and quickly got into the car.

Sitting behind him, his voice was a bit hurried: "Quick, quick, do a favor, leave quickly, and get rid of the car behind."

Needless to say, this car is really just right.

As long as he gets rid of him one street and enters the block, he is not afraid that Rong Bei will catch up.

Because only heavy locomotives can move freely in the sea of ​​cars.

Of course, just as An Ge'er was fortunate, the man wearing a helmet on the locomotive in front of him stared at her bare foot, his eyes deep!

He raised his eyes and glanced at the fast-driving car, his eyes narrowed slightly, his thin lips pressed tightly, and there was a deep chill in an instant.

that moment.

The surrounding atmosphere is cold and quiet.

An Ge'er didn't pay attention so much, and slapped him on the shoulder eagerly, "Quick, please, let's go!"

The man turned his head and glanced at her, his brows were full of hostility and anger.

The clear and slender eyes under the helmet were extremely cold.

He didn't speak, and without turning his head back, he handed her a helmet, and then at An Ge'er's urging again, the car suddenly started--! Seeing that the car behind was about to catch up, their heavy locomotive was like an off-string arrow, swiftly speeding up.

The car started moving suddenly, even if An Ge'er was ready, she couldn't help but shook her body suddenly, and her small nose inevitably hit his back hard.

"Well-!"

An Ge'er gave a sore nose and snorted.

As the car drove fast, only the whistling wind remained in her ears. An Ge'er vaguely heard what he said, but she couldn't hear clearly. She couldn't help but lean forward, put it on his back, and asked loudly: what?"

Hearing this, he tilted his head slightly, and his cold, sharp lips moved slightly.

An Ge'er was startled, and looked down at the person in front of her. She hesitated for a moment, leaning forward and leaning over with her hands.

He just said: "Hold my waist."

An Ge'er thought, he should be afraid of her throwing it out.

The heavy locomotive drives quickly.

Then Ferrari, the sorrowful bag behind, is also in hot pursuit!

"Quickly, drive to a place with lots of people and cars!" An Ge'er yelled with her arms around his waist, nervous.

She can no longer be caught by that gangster metamorphosis!

Rong Bei looked at Cheng Yaojin who was suddenly killed on the way, his eyes were slightly deep, the corners of his lips were as thin as a cicada's wings, and he smiled coldly—