The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

Haozi was driving the car attentively, while the yellow-haired driver in the passenger seat had a look of joy on his face.

He turned sideways to look at Zhou Yian and the others sitting in the back seat, and licked his lips greedily, "Mouse, we're going to get rich, hahahaha."

"Once these women make a move, we can at least get tens of thousands."

"But it's a pity, such a beautiful woman, I don't know which man got it for free."

As Huang Mao was talking, his eyes rolled and a plan came to his mind. He asked tentatively, "Haozi, we are going to sell them abroad anyway, why don't we brothers give them a try first?"

Haozi said sternly, "Huangmao, don't be too happy too soon. It's too early to divide the money. The people haven't been sent out yet. We should be cautious."

"Also, I warn you, don't think about them. Our first priority is to send them over quickly. If we miss the deadline, it will be over. As long as we have money, what kind of women can't we play with?"

The yellow-haired man put away his frivolous expression, turned around and sat down, nodded in agreement, "I understand."

After the car drove out of the deserted community, it did not follow the main national highway, but drove into the nearby country road.

After driving for about ten minutes, Haozi frowned and looked at the rearview mirror, "Huangmao, look at the car behind us, is it following us?"

The yellow-haired man turned his head and looked behind him. There was a black sedan behind him. He could vaguely see that there seemed to be no one else in the car except the driver.

"If he's following me, he wouldn't be so stupid as to follow me so obviously. Try speeding up and changing lanes to see if you can shake him off."

After hearing this, Haozi lightly stepped on the accelerator, and the car accelerated instantly. It soon left the car behind a long distance. Then, seizing the opportunity, it turned at an intersection, changed lanes, and drove into another alley.

Huangmao looked back for a long time and found that the car did not catch up. "It didn't catch up. It seems that it just followed along the way."

Haozi breathed a sigh of relief and everyone else relaxed as well. It seemed that he was too suspicious.

"It seems I was too nervous."

The yellow-haired man stretched lazily, looking lazy. "Mouse, you are just too nervous. Why are you so nervous? As long as we send them to the snakehead tonight, we will have nothing to do. Go home and have a good sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, they will have been sold to the red-light district in Thailand. We can just wait and count the money."

Haozi smiled and said, "You still have a good attitude. Okay, just think that I am overthinking it."

He inadvertently glanced at the rearview mirror again, and the smile on his face froze instantly. He exclaimed: "Huangmao, that car is following us. It's over. That car... must be problematic. We are being targeted."

When the other two people in the back seat heard what Haozi said, they lost all sleepiness and struggled to get up and leaned over the car window to look back. Sure enough, the black car was following their car like a ghost, neither fast nor slow, and it was obvious that it was following them.

Huang Mao himself was a hot-tempered and aggressive person. He spit out of the car window with disdain, "Bah, stop the car, let me go down and teach him a lesson, so as not to ruin our good deeds."

"Huangmao, calm down. This person is here with bad intentions. Let's not cause any more trouble."

The yellow-haired man was angry. "What? Do you still want to play cat and mouse with others? They are clearly provoking us. Stop the car immediately."

"If we don't get rid of him, and miss the delivery time, how are you going to explain to Brother Dao? Or are you going to let him follow us to the snakehead and kill us all?"

The mouse remained silent and refused to stop the car as Huangmao told him to.

Huang Mao smashed the car window in frustration, "Rat, stop the car. You are a coward, afraid of this and that. You don't have to get out. Just sit here. If something goes wrong, just drive away. Is that ok?"

Provoked by Huangmao, Haozi got angry and stepped on the brakes, slowing down suddenly. Several people rushed forward due to inertia. Huangmao was not wearing a seat belt, so he fell directly from his seat and hit the front console.

The yellow-haired man sat down in shock, cursing, "Fuck, Haozi, you are fucking sick, you almost made me bump into you."

"Didn't you tell me to brake? Get off quickly. There's an iron rod under the seat. Take it."

"Then you should tell me too, damn." Huang Mao said as he called out to the two people in the back seat, "Get out of the car and check which road the person behind you is from."

The two people in the back seat quickly pulled out iron rods from under the seats and followed the yellow-haired man out of the car.

Three people stood in the middle of the road holding iron bars, then lined up in a row and blocked the black car behind.

When the illegal taxi driver saw them, he slowly stopped the car, turned off the engine and waited there. Although the driver was wearing a baseball cap, it was obvious that he was a young man.

The yellow-haired man stood at the front of the car, holding a cigarette in his mouth in a frivolous manner, holding a half-meter-long iron rod in his hand, pointing it at the driver and saying viciously: "Get off the car."

The driver lowered his head, his long, fair hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, as if he was deliberately hiding his face. He just sat motionless in the cab with his head lowered, as if he didn't hear what the yellow-haired man said.

Huangmao was ignored and became furious.

He walked to the door on the driver's side with an iron rod, knocked on the car window, and shouted angrily at the people inside: "If you don't get off, I will smash your car."

He couldn't see that at this moment a cold light flashed in the driver's eyes and the corners of his mouth rose. The next second, the car door was pushed open suddenly and hit the yellow-haired man's knee directly. The yellow-haired man grimaced in pain and jumped up holding his leg in pain.

"Are you looking for me?" Fu Shenyan took a step forward and walked out of the car. He had a strong aura and was as noble as an emperor.

"who are you?"

"Why are you following me all the way?"

"Is the road yours? I can't go this way?"

It was already late at night. Huangmao heard Fu Shenyan's frivolous tone, but could not see the coldness on his face.

Huangmao struggled to stand up straight, but he was still a head shorter than Fu Shenyan. Perhaps it was his man's pride that made him feel very oppressed when he stood in front of Fu Shenyan.

The yellow-haired man who had just gotten off the car and was still aggressive now felt inexplicably nervous. He clenched the steel pipe in his hand and shouted weakly, "I advise you to be sensible and stop following us, otherwise..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Fu Shenyan.

"Otherwise, break my legs, or smash my car? Huh?"

"Come on, come on, try it if you have the guts." Fu Shenyan said as he moved aside and stood beside the car, looking like he was ready for you to do whatever you want.

The other two men looked at the yellow-haired man, then at Fu Shenyan, but did not dare to take action.

"Damn it, do you really think I dare not touch you?" The yellow-haired man growled and rushed towards Fu Shenyan with an iron rod raised.