The best actor is on the line with a large [Transmigration Book]

With a sullen face, Xing Jue stepped on the gas pedal and slammed straight into the parked car in front. When he was about to hit the car, he quickly stepped on the brakes, as if making a special trip to seek death.

Jiang Huai was not wearing a seat belt and almost hit the front air outlet.

Xing Jue smiled, and his heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge, but before the corners of his lips fell, Jiang Huai had already switched to the parking gear, twisted Xing Jue directly from the driver's seat, and let him sit on his lap.Then she put her arms around the back of his head, raised her head and kissed him.

Xing Jue propped his knees on the chair, his back was straight, and he deliberately avoided touching him.And Jiang Huai grabbed his legs with both hands and pressed forward hard, and he was forced to sit with his arms full.

He was forced to give in when he encountered a tough situation. He put his arms around Jiang Huai's neck, bent down, and took the initiative to cater to him.

"Beep—" The sound of a car horn rang outside the window, and the two looked at each other as if awakened from a dream, and suddenly smiled unconsciously.

Jiang Huai's neck was scratched with red marks.

Xing Jue's buttons were loosened one by one, and he could see the strong and powerful muscle lines.

"Beep—" the rapid whistle sounded again.

Jiang Huai fastened the buttons of Xing Jue's open shirt one by one, brushing his fingertips over his skin intentionally or unintentionally, making Xing Jue arch his waist involuntarily with trembling.

"Let's drive." Jiang Huai leaned against the car window, his eyes returned to the indifference before, and the desire that had just been ignited disappeared at this moment.

It's like Xing Jue's self-indulgent sentimentality.

He stared at Jiang Huai in disbelief, the skill of turning his face was comparable to turning over a book: "You haven't taken off your pants yet, and you turned your face on me?"

"You don't have to take it off."

Subtext is what you can hold back.

This is really treating him as a ticket customer, telling him personally that this is the relationship between me and you.

Xing Jue's complexion sank, and the vigorous desire that burst out before disappeared. He put on his seat belt again, turned the car around and left from the parking lot.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't look at Jiang Huai again, but the obvious speed of the car showed Xing Jue's irritability.

Jiang Huai vaguely felt that if there was a sea in front of him, Xing Jue could take him and rush in immediately. Jiang Huai smiled unconsciously, and stretched out his hand to rub Xing Jue's hair: "Are you going to take my brother to die?"

Xing Jue sneered, and that stern face had a hint of evil under the dim light, "Now you know how to be afraid?"

"En." Jiang Huai was in a daze, closed his eyes, found a long-lost relaxation and joy in the darkness, and unexpectedly smiled unconsciously.

Xing Jue felt that he was perfunctory, so he accelerated the speed of the car.

It was pitch black all around, and there was not even a single street lamp on the road except for the light that radiated from it. The further you looked ahead, the more deviated the road was, and there was only this car on the spacious road.

Xing Jue stopped the car on the side of the road and turned to look at Jiang Huai.

Jiang Huai leaned against the back of the chair, his eyes were blurred, and his rosy lips were fatally attractive, as if hinting him not to stop.

Xing Jue licked his lips and put his hand on the back of Jiang Huai's chair: "Jiang Huai, can you not mess with me?"

Like on the phone, can't you just talk to him?

Jiang Huai lowered his eyes slightly, and raised his hand to caress Xing Jue's face, "It's so beautiful."

What Xing Jue hated the most since he was a child is being praised for being beautiful. He threw off Jiang Huai's hand, "You never listen to what I tell you, do you?"

Jiang Huai was not angry, and slowly withdrew his hand: "It's not true, it's just that I never believed it."

The lights on the roof of the carriage went out.

Both of them looked at each other inexplicably, but didn't speak.

A light suddenly came through the window of the back seat, and Xing Jue's eyes were shaken, and he narrowed his eyes suddenly.But he quickly recognized from the rearview mirror that it was the van that had been following him.

From Haishan to Beicheng, it seems that if you don't shoot him something, you won't give up no matter what.

"Someone is following you." Jiang Huai glanced at the rearview mirror, and calmly stated the facts he saw, but it fell into Xing Jue's ears, rather gloating.

Xing Jue gritted his teeth: "Sit in peace, it's not your turn to worry about it."

Jiang Huai smiled faintly, unfastened his seat belt, put his arms around the back of Xing Jue's head, and kissed it sideways.

Xing Jue's pupils froze.

Is this person surnamed Jiang crazy?Thinking that it is not easy to follow others all the way, do you have to "give some gifts" to feel good about it?