"Be careful, keep racing and get rid of the boss!"
An Ying listened to their conversation, turned her head and raised her eyes, curious, who was the boss they were talking about?
"Ouch, ouch, hurry up, hurry up, this is the first time I'm so excited, get rid of the boss, get rid of them." Several people around me were all very excited, and the more they talked, the more excited they became.
An Ying felt uneasy in her heart. She turned her head and pressed it against the rear window of the car.[
Sure enough, the car behind slowed down and the gunshots were no longer heard. What happened? Didn't Hao save her?
Tian Junhao continued to stare at the speeding car in front of him, his eyes gloomy.
If he wasn't chasing the car in front of him, his speed would be soaring. If he were to chase the car again, his speed would be even better.
The air pressure in the car was getting lower and lower, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but he made a decisive decision: "Don't chase her."
He did not allow An Ying to be in even one ten thousandth risk: "Satellite tracking, quickly send people to block airports, highways, and train checkpoints."
Even if they don't chase, they can't even think of taking someone away under their noses.
A sinister smile bloomed on Tian Junhao's lips, and several cars completely disappeared from An Ying's sight.
At that moment, she had the illusion of being abandoned by Tian Junhao, and her nose felt sore. Only then did she realize that she was looking at the people around her who had kidnapped her in horror, and were dancing with excitement.
In the private room of another luxury hotel, the atmosphere was a bit strange. Unlike the legendary kidnapping, An Ying was being fawned over by several people like an ancestor.
She couldn't figure out the situation for a moment, she just pursed her lips and said nothing, making no sound.
"Tsk tsk, this girl really has the aura of a boss." She looked at them calmly with a faint expression.
They seemed friendly, without any of the viciousness that kidnappers should have.
A mixed-race boy with blue eyes and yellow hair, who was probably about twenty years old, pulled up a chair and sat face to face with her, looking up and down curiously at An Ying.
Then, he gave her a naughty smile, cut his hair very handsomely, and solemnly introduced himself to An Ying: "Little sister, my name is Hua Shen, and you are An Ying, don't be afraid, I give this to you.
I must accept the meeting gift, otherwise you will look down on me."
He took out a small box from his pocket and handed it to An Ying's hand. An Ying didn't move her hands and didn't pick it up. She muttered: "I hate eating peanuts."