Bu Yirong, do you want to make money and kill someone?!"
"fasten your seatbelt."
Facing the angry Su Bei, Bu Yirong repeated his previous request.
"No problem." Su Bei was full of anger and said irritably, "If you are able, you can do it yourself."
As soon as she finished speaking, Bu Yirong stepped on the brakes and parked the car on the side of the road.
Su Bei was stunned for a moment. By the time she came to her senses, Bu Yirong had already opened the car door and stepped out, then walked around from the front to the back seat.
Su Bei stared at Bu Yirong's figure. When she came to her senses, the car door had been opened.
When Su Bei raised his eyes, he saw Bu Yirong bending down and sticking his head in. With a gentle smile on his handsome face, he still smiled and said, "If you don't know how to tie it, I can teach you."
Taking a breath, Su Bei suppressed half of the anger rising in his throat, stared at him and asked, "Can you stop being so damaging?"
"Can."
Bu Yirong had a smile on his face and nodded slightly towards her.
As the saying goes, you can't reach out to hit someone with a smiling face. Seeing the smile on his face, no matter how angry Su Bei was, there was no place to vent his temper.
Anyway, this was not the first time he had given up. Su Bei frowned irritably, raised his right hand and grabbed the seat belt, intending to buckle it for himself.
However, the seat belt was in her hand for only two seconds before Bu Yirong took it away.
Bu Yirong held the seat belt and put one hand on the back seat beside her ear. Then he bent down and came in, halfway in front of her, and fastened the seat belt for her himself.
This is an off-road vehicle. It was originally quite spacious, but with Bu Yirong's actions, the space suddenly became narrower. Even breathing became a little unsmooth. The sense of oppression seemed to have caused the temperature inside the car to rise.
continuously rising.
By some strange coincidence, when Bu Yirong fastened his seat belt and was about to stand up, Su Bei's eyes darkened suddenly. She raised her hand and grabbed Bu Yirong's collar, and forced Bu Yirong, who had stood up unprepared, to come forward.
.
Bu Yirong was not annoyed when she pulled her away like this. Instead, he looked at her patiently and asked, "What's wrong? You haven't learned?"
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Su Bei crossed his legs and looked up at Bu Yirong, who was only a few centimeters away from him.
The ambiguous posture, the narrow space, staring into each other's eyes, the naked eyes did not dodge at all, but the two people's faces were calm and their expressions were extremely stable. It looked like they were just looking at each other, and no one was looking at each other.
Be the first to break through.
In the end, Su Bei frowned and said bluntly: "Bu Yirong, do you like me?"
She asked playfully, her tone was very steady, so calm that there was no flaw in it.
This kind of impactful question came out of her mouth, just like an ordinary chat, casually, and all the impact turned into calm the moment she said it.
What's even more incredible is that Bu Yirong just looked at her and nodded without thinking, "Yes."
After receiving the affirmative answer, Su Bei was a little surprised, but not that surprised. She looked at him coldly, tightened her fingers on his collar slightly, and said as if threateningly: "Then please be gentler.
"
"Oh?" His brows moved slightly, Bu Yirong chuckled, and whispered softly, "One code equals one code."
Su Bei sneered, "Isn't it fair to distinguish between public and private matters by wearing small shoes for students?"
Bu Yirong replied: "Different students should be treated differently."
"You——" When Su Bei let go of him, he pushed him back and said through gritted teeth, "Okay!"
Bu Yirong was very stable, at least, he was so stable that even if she pushed him angrily, he would only move half an inch.
"Now that everything is clear," Bu Yirong leaned down slightly, looked at Su Bei carefully, and said calmly, "Comrade Su Bei, please give me an answer."
Crossing his arms, Su Bei stared at him coldly and asked proudly: "Are you nervous?"
"fine."
Now that I'm at ease, there's no need to talk about being nervous.
Su Bei frowned, thinking for a long time under Bu Yirong's gaze, and finally said suddenly: "Let's have roast duck tonight."
"good."
Bu Yirong nodded, the corners of his lips raised slightly.
It seems that I have been having a hard time doing tasks these past few days.
With a sneer, Su Bei muttered in a voice that Bu Yirong could hear: "I've already seen that you have evil intentions."
Bu Yirong smiled and said: "It's a bit stupid if you can't tell."
"grass--"
Before Su Bei finished speaking, Bu Yirong suddenly backed out, and then "kindly" closed the car door.
Isolating Su Bei's angry words in the car.
Su Bei's brows couldn't help but twitch.
She frowned and watched through the car window as Bu Yirong walked around from the front, opened the door and returned to the driving position, tilting her head slightly and staring at Bu Yirong's profile.
After staring for a long time, Su Bei slowly came to his senses.
Just agreed?
Would it be too hasty?
After being bullied for so long, should I give Bu Yirong some pain first?
Tsk, if I had known earlier, I would have called Mo Shangyun and asked how to deal with Bu Yirong.
But, it doesn't matter.
Give it a try first, and then decide if it's a big deal.
Thinking of this, Su Bei completely relaxed, closed his eyelids, leaned back and fell asleep.
Bu Yirong looked through the rearview mirror and watched all the changes in Su Bei's expressions, and the curve of the corners of his lips became more and more obvious.
Since you agreed, then...how could you give her a chance to escape?
At the same time, a new message came on the phone, from Mo Shangyun.
*
the other side.
Yang Bai called a little earlier than the appointment.
He seemed to have found out what happened. When he called, he was full of guilt for Mo Shangyun and Ding Jing. He bluntly said that he wanted to pick up Mo Shangyun and Ding Jing at the hotel, but Mo Shangyun, who had just woken up, refused.
, let Yang Bai tell him a location, and they could give him a chance to explain.
After confirming again and again that they would come, Yang Bai breathed a sigh of relief.
"Could it be the Hongmen Banquet?" Ding Jing stretched out on the bed and asked Mo Shangyun sleepily.
"Won't."
Mo Shangjun shrugged and answered decisively.
After she finished speaking, she sent a message to Bu Yirong, the content of which was the address Yang Bai mentioned earlier. (To be continued)