want to lie to me to love you again

Song Zhicheng was talking on the phone when he saw the Executive Secretary's car.

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"I told you he's not here, don't you understand? This is my only chance, I can't give up..."

Then, he inadvertently glanced at the rearview mirror, and his body froze as if frozen.He slowly moved the phone down from his ear, with a strange expression on his face and profuse sweat.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't know what happened, and still spoke quickly for a long time, but Song Zhicheng didn't want to listen anymore.He wanted to run away immediately, but then he thought that this mess of fish and dragons might not be here to catch him, so he just held the steering wheel with one hand and the phone with the other, and didn't act rashly.

But all of a sudden, the two cars behind went crazy, their horns blared non-stop, and even an executive stuck his head out and raised a loudspeaker and shouted, "People in front, you are surrounded! Give up! Resist, pull over!"

As soon as Song Zhicheng let go of his hand, the phone fell on the car carpet and made a dull sound.

The light on the phone screen flickered a few times, then went completely dark.

People still take chances until the end of the road, and Song Zhicheng is the same.So he deceived himself, pretended nothing happened, and continued to drive slowly on this road, trying to create the illusion that the matter had nothing to do with him.But the voice behind him ruthlessly broke his fantasy.

They began to broadcast Song Zhicheng's license plate number in a loop, and the loudspeaker-processed sound resounded over the alley with a huge swirl effect, attracting attention frequently.

Song Zhicheng finally came to his senses, he slapped the edge of the steering wheel suddenly, then stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the blue-gray "Thor" just turned left and right in the crowded wide alley and galloped.

The people in the car behind had obviously anticipated such a situation, and followed him to speed up almost without a pause, and staged a chase in this "slum".

This area is not only full of people, but also has a lot of obstacles, so Song Zhicheng had a very hard time escaping, and several times he almost ran into old people and children.If it weren't for his good driving skills, I'm afraid he would have played off it long ago.He knew in his heart that the current situation was extremely unfavorable to him, and if he was a little careless, he would be blocked in a dead end, unable to advance or retreat.The only way out is out of this area, onto the main road, but how easy is that?

Song Zhicheng's palms were sweating, and his eyes were blurred. His skills as a racing driver had become useless in the extreme panic and cramped space.He has nowhere to start.

The sound of the flute was sharp and disturbed.Song Zhicheng felt his heart beating wildly, almost popping out of his throat, and the familiar chest pain also hit him, which almost made his hands slip off the steering wheel.At the same time, the sweat on his face slipped off layer by layer, and some even got into his eyes, but he ignored it.

At this moment, Song Zhicheng regretted so much why he chose this car with relatively poor performance in order not to attract attention, so that now he can't even get rid of the two cars.

However, there is no regret medicine in the world, he has been pushed to the extreme.

"Dididi——"

"Song Zhicheng! Pull over! You can't escape!"

But no matter what the executive behind him yelled, the person in the driver's seat ignored it, and only wanted to drive the car on the road.

This is his last chance, and he must make a desperate move.