Become a Big Brother’s Favorite After Marriage

Zhu Xinrui immediately sent a crying expression and a long voice bar, and Qiao Ansheng had to continue to transform.

"Yeah! It was almost midnight last night. My mother was dragged off the bed, **** and sent out! I wanted you to come with me... but you didn't answer the phone."

"You don't know how terrible it is. It's okay for the other party to be reliable, but the other party is not reliable at all! What Freud is talking about with me in the middle of the night, I can go to him..."

Qiao Ansheng imagined the situation at that time, but also felt a little miserable.

Her forehead twitched a little: "Then you are too pitiful."

After a pause, she continued to type: "I don't have time this morning. There should be nothing to do in the afternoon. If you need someone to accompany you, I can go in the afternoon."

"Ah, what are you going to do this morning?"

Qiao Ansheng thought for a while. The more people involved in these matters, the more troublesome it might be. He simply made up a reason: "Go back to the company to deal with something with him."

Zhu Xinrui saw this, and immediately sent a series of voice notes. Qiao Ansheng's mobile phone buzzed and vibrated, causing the man to cast a look.

Suddenly she felt a little guilty, and she hurriedly lit the voice bars, trying to convert them into text, but she didn't think she was wrong.

Click on the voice bar directly.

Suddenly, Zhu Xinrui's voice rang in the spacious space.

"That **** has to dominate your weekend? No! No! I have to calm down! Calm down! I want to scold someone today, but I don't want to scold him..."

After playing a voice bar, Qiao Ansheng only felt that the temperature in the car had dropped below freezing in an instant.

The cold wind whizzed, and a crow croaked and flew over her head, leaving behind a string of ellipsis.

She smiled awkwardly and turned to look at Qin Yanchen.

Although the man's complexion didn't change much, the lines of his side face were obviously taut, and his slender fingers pinched the steering wheel, and his veins violently.

"Well, Xinrui is talking about her boyfriend, it's not you, it's not you..."

Qiao Ansheng hurriedly gave an extra explanation. After the explanation, she was afraid that Zhu Xinrui would continue to send her a voice note, and typed and replied in a hurry.

"Xinrui, can you send me text, I can't listen to the voice now."

If he accidentally heard something again, Qiao Ansheng was afraid that the man next to him would just turn the front of the car and kill him back to Zhu's house.

...

Because it was the weekend, except in the urban area, there was a bit of traffic jam. After the car got on the suburban highway, the road suddenly became wider.

Fengmen Village is remotely located at the junction of Nan'an and neighboring cities. At this junction, another mountain falls here, and this mountain is called Tianyu Peak.

Tianyu Peak is considered to be the most precarious mountain in the country, plus the wild jungles at the foot of the mountain because of historical problems.

As a result, Tianyu Peak became a famous rock climbing resort in China, which also led to the development of Fengmen Village. Therefore, the small villages of more than 20 years have not disappeared.

Qiao Ansheng browsed the introduction of Fengmen Village on the webpage, and one of them was a reminder, saying: Because Tianyu Meifeng is a place where the weather is erratic, and there are frequent mudslides and other natural disasters, the country has already cleared the forest in the year ten. Rock climbing is forbidden.

"Mudslide..."

Qiao Ansheng muttered thoughtfully. She put down the phone and looked outside through the car window.

The scenery outside the window is no longer the bustling streets of the city, but rows of tall and dense green cypresses. The hot sunlight shines through the shadows, mottled and staggered.

Vaguely you can hear the noise of cicadas.

It will definitely not rain in such good weather.

Qiao Ansheng told himself so in his heart.

"Sheng Sheng..."

However, just at this moment, the man driving the car next to her called to her, and Qiao Ansheng turned to look at him: "What's the matter?"

The man looked straight ahead, clasping the steering wheel in his hands, and his thick eyelashes from the side covered his eyes, and he couldn't see any emotions.

"You hold on to your seat belt and sit firmly."

Qiao Ansheng was still a little dazed, but obediently tightened his seat belt.

Qin Yanchen suddenly freed up a hand, took Qiao Ansheng over, and quickly pressed a kiss on her forehead: "Don't be afraid."

Qiao Ansheng was overwhelmed by his series of actions, she frowned, just about to ask something, glanced inadvertently, and glanced at the rearview mirror.

This glance made her entire back feel a bit cold.

Through the rearview mirror, she clearly saw that behind their car's butt, a few black motorcycles were not far away.

The window glass was installed with sound insulation, and Qiao Ansheng could not hear the roar of the engine.

But the quieter she was, the more an unknown premonition rose in her heart.

The person in the front of the motorcycle wears a helmet, and the person behind it carries some long sticks in their hands, and they are gesticulating the sticks unscrupulously.

Qiao Ansheng shuddered all over his body when he saw the long stick and the cold-glowing blade.

She suddenly turned her head to look at the man next to her.

Qin Yanchen's line of sight was in the front: "Sit down."

The man whispered to her, and then quickly and decisively shook the gear...

Qin Yan squeezed the steering wheel tightly, the accelerator under his feet stepped on to the bottom, and the hour hand of the speed wheel pointed to the bottom almost instantly!

The car made a roar like a beast, and rushed out like an arrow from the string!

Qiao Ansheng was slammed forward by the huge momentum that suddenly accelerated... She could only hold on to her seat belt tightly.

The scenery outside the window was completely invisible, and it flashed past as soon as it swept by.

Seeing that the motorcycles had been found behind him, he also let go of speed and chased after him.

It is getting closer and closer to the Huanshan Expressway, and the interpersonal relationship is becoming more and more rare. The road is very empty, because it is close to the mountain, and the fog on the road in the morning is still a bit thick.

Qin Yanchen's silver-gray sports car ran ahead first, and the motorcycles behind him were chasing after each other like two meteors chasing each other.

Strongly split the thick fog between the roads!

Qin Yanchen's accelerator pedal was increased to the maximum, and after a glance through the rearview mirror, Lamborghini's speed-up was already among the best in sports cars.

However, the locomotives behind him were still no more than 30 meters away from their rear lights.

He hummed softly, and it was rare for a locomotive to catch up with a sports car. Unless it was a professional locomotive racing car, it could reach a speed of more than 300 per hour.

But how could unprovoked organic drivers chase them?