Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Her jaw dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Chu Muhan felt very distressed when he saw it. He went home half an hour early every day just to make soup for Song Qianxi. He stewed all the chicken, duck, fish soup, and pork belly soup. Song Qianxi felt nauseous when he saw the soup during that time. .

Ever since, Chu Muhan changed his ways to cook other nourishing dishes.

In a short period of time, cooking skills have improved again.

Song Qianxi's pointed chin became rounder again.

The two get along day and night, the relationship develops by leaps and bounds, ambiguous and hazy, even the straight men in the game development department can see a sign, but there is a layer of membrane between them, no one is going to pierce it.

On this day, Chu Muhan left work early as usual.

Song Qianxi was so busy that she didn't get off work until 5 o'clock. When she walked out of the company, she didn't see Tianlin. On the contrary, Tianlin sent a WeChat message [-] minutes ago: [Miss Song, I can't take you home due to something, please call me yourself.] car. 】

Song Qianxi replied quickly: [Okay. 】

She walked to the side of the road, stopped a taxi, and said to the driver, "Go to Longhua Apartment."

"Okay!" The driver flipped down the empty car sign, started the car and left.

Song Qianxi took out her mobile phone, put on her earphones, closed her eyes and fell asleep, and listened to soft music to relax her mind. It had been a long time since she had worked hard, she was tired but fulfilled, and she was very happy.

After listening to three or four songs, she opened her eyes and looked out the car window, frowned suspiciously, and asked, "Where are you going? This is not the way back to Longhua Apartment."

The driver apologized and said with a smile: "Miss, you know that business is hard these days, I just picked up another customer to drop by with you, please forgive me, I will give you a [-]% discount later."

Now many drivers will pick up passengers like this, Song Qianxi didn't pay much attention to it, and continued to listen to the music, tapping her fingers rhythmically on her thighs, and realized that something was wrong because the meter was not turned on.

The fingers that tapped her thigh suddenly stopped...

The music wasn't loud, but when we first communicated, his voice fell clearly to my ears.

It's impossible that he just picked up the call and didn't hear a word.

and……

She suddenly realized a serious problem.

Tianlin never used "you" when talking to her, but she used "you" in the WeChat message just now. Thinking about the current situation, I am terrified...

She turned off the music with a blank face, and secretly called Chu Muhan.

It turns out...

no signal!

Damn, this driver installed a signal jammer in the car!

Song Qianxi took a deep breath, pretended to be calm and said: "Master, please stop the car here."

The driver refused to let her go, "Miss, I will receive the guests and send you home immediately."

"No, I'm not going home. I have to hurry back. I'll pay the fare. Please stop the car." Song Qianxi smiled and panicked inside. The driver ignored him and didn't even say a word. Just like that, he drove the car without squinting.

The atmosphere in the car was tense and frozen.

Song Qianxi swallowed, cold sweat dripped from her palms, she really couldn't think of who she had offended.

The unknown fear hits like a raging flood, and she must find a way to save herself!

The speed of the car is not fast now, and there are no cars around. If you jump off the car, it will not be fatal, and you may be able to escape.

As soon as she put her hand on the doorknob, the door was locked.

With a sudden brake, the taxi stopped on the side of the road, and the driver suddenly turned around and pointed the spray at Song Qianxi.

"Cough cough..."

Caught off guard, Song Qianxi inhaled the spray, coughed a few times, watched the man in front of him smile triumphantly, and gradually lost consciousness...