Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit: 350, mission [06] unruly [two more]

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"Bu Yirong, you want to make money and kill you?!"

"Fasten your seat belt."

Facing the angry Subei, Bu Yirong repeated his previous request.

"No." Subei was full of anger, and said irritably, "You have the patience to come by yourself."

As soon as her voice fell, Bu Yirong stepped on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road.

Subei was taken aback. When she reacted, Bu Yirong had already pulled the car door and walked down, and then walked around from the front to the back seat.

Subei stared at Bu Yirong's figure, and when she recovered, the car door had been opened.

As soon as Subei raised his eyes, he saw Bu Yirong bending down and poking his head in. With a gentle smile on Junya's face, he still smiled and said, "If you can't tie it, I can teach you."

Taking a breath, Subei suppressed half of the anger that rose to his throat, staring at him and asking: "Can you not hurt this way?"

"Yes."

Bu Yirong smiled on her face and nodded slightly at her.

As the saying goes, he stretches out his hand without hitting the smiley person. Seeing his full smile, no matter how great the temper of Subei, there is no room to vent for a while.

It's not the first time that he has given up. Subei frowned irritably, lifted his right hand and grabbed the seat belt, intending to buckle and fasten himself.

However, the seat belt was in her hand for two seconds before being taken by Bu Yirong.

Bu Yirong took the seat belt, put one hand on the back seat next to her ear, then bent over and walked in, halfway in front of her, and buckled the seat belt for her himself.

This is an off-road vehicle. It was originally quite spacious, but with this action, the space suddenly became narrow, and even breathing became so unsmooth, and the feeling of pressure seemed to make the car The temperature inside continues to rise.

A ghostly messenger. When Bu Yirong buckled her seat belt and was about to get up, Subei's eyes deepened. She raised her hand and grabbed Bu Yirong’s collar, and forced her unguarded step to get up. Come here.

Bu Yirong was not annoyed by her pulling like this, but instead looked at her patiently and asked: "What's wrong, I didn't learn it?"

Slightly squinted, Subei tilted Erlang's legs and looked up at a step that was only a few centimeters away from him.

Ambiguous posture, narrow space, staring at each other's eyes, naked eyes without evasive, but their faces are calm and extremely stable, they seem to be ordinary looking at each other, no one Did not take the lead in breaking power.

In the end, Subei twisted his eyebrows, and said straightforwardly: "Bu Yirong, do you like me?"

She asked playfully, her tone was steady, so calm that she couldn't see the slightest flaw.

This kind of impactful questioning came out of her mouth, just like a normal chat, idle and idle, and all the impacts turned into calm at the moment of exit.

What's even more incredible is that Bu Yirong just looked at her and nodded without thinking, "Yes."

Getting an affirmative answer, Subei was a little surprised, but not so surprised. She looked at him coolly, grabbing his collar and tightening her fingers slightly, seemingly threatening: "Then you give me something special Be gentle."

"Oh?" Brows moved slightly, Bu Yirong chuckled, and whispered softly, "One yard is one yard."

Su Bei sneered, "Is it considered public and private to wear shoes for students?"

Bu Yirong replied: "Different students are treated differently."

"You--" When Subei released him, he pushed him back, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"

Step Yirong is very stable. At least, she can be stable enough to be pushed by her anger, and only move half an inch.

"Since everything is clear," Bu Yirong leaned down slightly, looked at Subei carefully, and said calmly, "Comrade Subei, give me an answer."

Holding his arms around his chest, Subei stared at him coldly, and asked proudly: "Are you nervous?"

"It's okay."

Since you are comfortable, you can't be nervous.

Subei frowned, thought for a long time under Bu Yirong's gaze, and finally suddenly said: "Eat roast duck at night."

"Good."

Bu Yirong nodded, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

It seems that I have been struggling with tasks these days.

With a sneer, Subei muttered in a voice that Bu Yirong could hear: "I have seen you have a bad heart."

Bu Yirong smiled and said: "It's a bit stupid not to see it."

"Fuck--"

Before Subei finished speaking, Bu Yirong suddenly retreated, and then closed the car door "carefully".

Isolate all the angry words of Subei in the car.

Subei's brows twitched.

She curled her brows, looked through the window of the car to see Bu Yirong pass by, then pulled the car door back to the driving position, tilted her head slightly, and stared at Bu Yirong's profile.

After staring for a long time, Subei slowly came over.

I just agreed?

Will it be too sloppy?

Being bullied for so long, should you give me a bit of pain first?

Hey, if I knew it, I called Mo Shangyun first and asked how I should rectify it.

However, it doesn't matter.

Try it first, and divide it if it’s a big deal.

Thinking about this, Subei completely relaxed, closed his eyelids, and leaned back to sleep.

Bu Yirong looked through the rearview mirror and watched all the changes in Subei's expression, the curvature of the corners of his lips became more obvious.

Since they all agreed, then...how could she be given a chance to escape?

At the same time, a new message came from the mobile phone, which was sent by Mo Shangyun.

*

The other side.

Yang Bai called earlier than the appointment.

He seemed to have asked what he was going through. When the call came, he was full of guilt for Mo Shangyun and Ding Jing. He bluntly said that he would come to the hotel to pick up Mo Shangyun and Ding Jing, but he was just woken up by Mo Shangyun. Rejected and asked Yang Bai to say a location, they could give him a chance to explain.

Yang Bai heaved a sigh of relief after confirming again and again that the two of them would come.

"Will it be a Hongmen Banquet?" Ding Jing stretched out on the bed, and asked Mo Shangyun sleepily.

"No."

Mo Shangyun shrugged and answered categorically.

The voice fell off, and she sent a message to Bu Yirong, the content of which was the address that Yang Bai said earlier.