Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

Nan Qiao chuckled, his eyes darkened slightly: "It's not like you haven't seen him before, why are you so excited?"

Tang Yisheng was completely furious. He hid his body back, and then started to touch the car door. As he opened the door, he growled: "You should give up, I will never play this with you!"

Is this a problem you've never seen before? !

Is this in the car? Tang Yisheng gritted his teeth angrily and pursed his lips into a straight line. Nan Qiao is really going too far!

"Oh." Nan Qiao responded calmly, with a calm expression. He was not panicked by Tang Yisheng's move to run away. Small animals caught by hunters always have to struggle a few times, but the effort is basically in vain, and...

Tang Yisheng cursed secretly. The car door was locked. Unless the car was smashed, it would be impossible to open it!

He tried several times to no avail.

"Do you still want to hide?" A soft and smiling female voice sounded, somewhat carelessly and lazily.

Tang Yisheng was silent for a moment, gave up struggling, and finally compromised and said: "Go home."

The implication is that I can go home, but not now.

Tang Yisheng has made concessions, but will Nan Qiao listen to him? Obviously not.

"Do you think it's possible?" Hearing this, Nan Qiao sneered, his eyes like looking at an ignorant child, his voice was gentle, but the content was cruel, "Baby, you don't have the right to refuse now."

"Shall I do it, or do you do it yourself?" Nan Qiao gave him two choices.

"I don't want any!"

Tang Yisheng couldn't help but swallowed his saliva. Of course he understood that Nan Qiao's behavior clearly meant that he would not be allowed to refuse.

But he really didn't want to... Tang Yi gritted his teeth, subconsciously retreating and leaning against the car door, as if to seek support and security.

Such a big one was forced to huddle pitifully in the corner. It was simply weak, pitiful and helpless.

It's a pity that Nan Qiao is the instigator, so of course he won't show any sympathy for this.

Therefore, Nan Qiao just chuckled, and then when Tang Yisheng's vigilance showed a gap and he relaxed a little, he quickly took action, grabbed his wrist, and then with fierce force, he pulled Tang Yisheng over, facing him a little bit. Confused eyes:

"In that case, let me do it."

"But in order to prevent certain situations from happening..." A meaningful voice poured into the ear, and then gradually became clearer, and finally, there was a sudden coolness on the wrist.

Tang Yisheng lowered his eyes blankly, and what caught his eye was a pair of "silver bracelets" covering his wrists.

The rest of the voice also came over: "...Some preparations still have to be made."

A sense of restraint came from his wrist, and the unique design forced Tang Yisheng to put his two hands together, leaving him only a tiny bit of room to move.

Tang Yisheng finally reacted, his pupils trembled suddenly, he was shocked and couldn't believe it: "Why are you still..."

The silver bracelet on his hand made several metal collision sounds as he moved, jingling, but it was very crisp.

"Don't move." Nan Qiao tapped his wrist to prevent him from moving, frowned slightly, and explained: "The time is too rushed, and there is no time to add sponge inside. If you struggle, you will be injured."

Tang Yisheng gritted his teeth viciously: "If you are really so considerate, then don't tie me up!"

Having already tied him up and still saying such things, isn't this just a cat crying over a mouse, a fake act of mercy?

hypocritical!

"Of course it's not possible." Nan Qiao pecked his lips, and then coaxed perfunctorily: "Tangtang, be good, believe in yourself, you can definitely do it."

The veins on Tang Yisheng's forehead throbbed, and it was obvious that he wanted to bite Nan Qiao directly to vent his hatred, but in the end he sighed dejectedly and gave up the struggle completely.

He bit his lower lip and said, "Hurry up and stop talking nonsense."

Early death and early rebirth will make it even more uncomfortable to stew and cut flesh with a knife.

Nan Qiao's eyes were bright: "As you command."

Then my hand quickly touched his belt...

Tang Yisheng's breathing suddenly paused, and then his face turned red, like a towel absorbing water. The red color spread from his cheeks to the root of his neck.

"Let's go, honey." Nan Qiao started the car, and as soon as he finished speaking, the car flew out.

Tang Yisheng was not aware of it for a moment, and was hit by the inertia of the car seat.

It hurts... Tang Yisheng groaned, and the end of his eyes turned red from the pain, dragging out a beautiful light red.

Nan Qiao's driving speed was not slow, and he entered the city in a short while. This place was no different from the suburbs. Not only were there more cars, but there were also more traffic lights.

But Nan Qiao was in a bad mood now, so he drove a little crazy, not caring about anything else at all, and rushed all the way. Every time, he was about to hit the car in front, or when the red light was right in front of him. Go pump the brakes.

"Stab-" The tire rubbed against the ground, making a piercing scream.

Nan Qiao sat firmly in the cab. Tang Yisheng, the co-pilot next to him, was not so lucky. Every time he braked suddenly, his body would shake violently with the inertia. If it were not for the safety belt, , I guess everyone has to fly out.

This kind of driving method would be intolerable to anyone, not even Tang Yisheng.

It was like he was immersed in the waves. The wind and rain never stopped for a moment. He was floating up and down in the water, and he couldn't even touch a piece of driftwood.

Not to mention his stomach, his whole body was churning, his heart was beating wildly, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the wet moisture caused his hair to stick to his forehead uncontrollably, in strands.

"Nan Qiao, drive slower...it's too shaky...um..." Tang Yisheng let out an uncomfortable whimper, accusing Nan Qiao of poor driving skills.

His eyes were out of focus, his brain was groggy, and he couldn't figure out any clue at all.

"Are you motion sick?" Nan Qiao freed up a hand to explore his forehead, which was sweaty and hot. The pads of her fingers inadvertently brushed against his cheek, making the man under him tremble again.

Tang Yisheng couldn't answer. He just looked at the road ahead with his eyes blankly. His eyes were wet and his hair was a little wet, like a puppy that got wet in the rain.

"We'll be home soon, be good..." Nan Qiao coaxed in a low voice, and then chose the farthest road without hesitation.

"Ah."

Tang Yisheng responded, his voice soft and hoarse.

Of course he saw Nan Qiao's choice, but since he was not the person in the driving seat, he had no right to comment.

His fingers squeezed helplessly, and then let go, leaving only two small crescents on his fingertips.

I don't know when the sky got late, and the deep blue was gradually replaced by soft light orange. The sun drifted behind the clouds, only showing a little bit of its face through the gaps in the clouds.

The evening breeze sang softly, and the car finally arrived at the door of the house.

"Let's go, the food at home is ready."

Nan Qiao took Tang Yisheng's hand and didn't mind the sweat on his palm at all.

A slow response came from the side: "Okay..."