Male God, a Little Su

The young man who was driving shook his hands and rolled down the window tremblingly.

I cursed inwardly, today is really unlucky, I met two weirdos!

He couldn't see all of Su Ro's frontal faces, but he could also guess from the delicate outline under her peaked cap that she was absolutely extraordinary.

Window rolls down.

Before he could speak, he stretched out a hand from outside, grabbed his collar violently, and pulled half of his body out of the car window in an instant.

Facing the pair of deep, smiling eyes, Jiang Chi's lips slightly lifted, and his narrow eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc. With his blood-stained palm, he gently patted his face.

"Brother, it wasn't ruthless just now. If you hit it directly, wouldn't everything be gone?"

He joked casually, with a hoarse and lazy tone, cynical.

Su Yan turned her head and looked over.

The small face was covered by a big palm. Jiang Chi pulled the inappropriate hat on her head lower, and the blue veins on the back of her hands bulged, which contained enormous strength. Press her thin shoulders and push her aside.

"Little fan," Jiang Chi raised his chin, squinted and ordered with a smile, "turn your back to me, don't look back unless I tell you, do you hear me?"

Inexplicably, he just didn't want her to see his fierce side.

I don't know if she is so soft, it will scare her.

Su Yan poked the brim of her hat, and looked at Jiang Chi expressionlessly.

"hurry up!"

Feeling the people under his hands struggling violently, Jiang Chi frowned impatiently and urged.

Su Yan pulled her lower lip, turned around, and turned her back to Jiang Chi with her slender back.

At the same time, screams sounded.

"Ah, ah, it hurts! I'm just a driver, it's none of my business!" The young man cried while covering his eyes.

Jiang Chi suppressed the violent anger that kept rising up, pinched his chin, smiled and lowered his eyes, leaning closer to him, "I know, if you didn't brake just now, I would have screwed your head off now."

"Okay, let's play while you play." He patted his face and threw him away.

The paparazzi over there took advantage of Jiang Chi's time talking to Su Yan, and secretly opened the door and got out of the car and ran away.

Holding the camera, he ran and hummed, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Quick, quick!"

He stood in front of the elevator, constantly muttering and urging the elevator to go faster.

As long as he can get into the elevator, Jiang Chi will have nothing to do with him.

After waiting, Jiang Chi couldn't threaten himself in front of so many people, right?

"Ding--"

The elevator doors slowly opened to the sides.

The paparazzi heaved a sigh of relief, raised his feet and rushed in hastily, his fingers clacked and clicked on the floor buttons.

Wherever you go, as long as it's not in an underground garage.

At this point, there was no one in the garage at all.

Of course, what's the use of even having someone? Who dares to take care of Jiang Chi's gossip? Don't want to live anymore?

Just one step away, and he can escape—

As for the young man driving the car, he knew that Jiang Chi would at most beat him up, and he probably wouldn't kill him. Jiang Chi wouldn't be so mad about murder.

"Brother, your legs are very neat?"

The elevator door was about to close, and a palm came in. The elevator door sensed it and slowly reopened to both sides.

A young man dressed in a casual suit with a little blood on his white T-shirt walked in lazily with one hand in his pocket. He was tall and straight, with well-defined muscles on his arms, just right in the doorway.