With a loud bang, the rear of the car was hit hard, shaking the entire car.
Jing Yu was able to talk to Yu Zeyao easily just now, but now his face has turned pale. Fortunately, he was wearing a seat belt, otherwise he would have been knocked out.
Before she could prepare herself mentally, she heard a series of "bang-bang" sounds.
It was gunfire.
The bullet hit the car window, leaving a clear bullet mark.
She looked at the strange traces, a little confused. The next moment, bullets were like a hail of bullets, flying straight towards them from front and back. Although the car windows were bulletproof, they could not withstand the continuous destruction.
If the car window was destroyed, the people in the car would be shot to pieces in the first place.
When Jing Yu thought that she might actually die here today, and thought of her father lying unconscious in bed with no one to take care of him, she felt endless sadness and desolation in her heart.
At this moment, a long arm suddenly came across and held her tightly. The man's arm was full of strength, a strength that made people feel at ease.
Jing Yu did not push her away, but looked up at him. He looked more serious than ever. He stared at her solemnly and ordered, "Lie down!"
You can tell from his expression how bad the situation is at the moment.
After saying this, her eyes turned to the car following closely behind. Jing Yu clearly saw that he was holding a pistol with exquisite patterns in his free hand. She almost immediately lay down and buried her head in his legs. However, as soon as she finished this action, Jing Yu realized something was wrong.
What kind of stupid thing did I do because I was so scared? !
My face immediately turned red and I tried to get up again.
The back of his head was pressed down heavily by a big hand, "Don't move, I want to open the window now. I don't want anyone to hurt you."
Jing Yu: “…”
Her whole body was as stiff as a fossil. She couldn't move, and she even held her breath. What on earth was she doing
Before I could die of shame, I heard him order: "Turn the front of the car around!"
The car made a sharp turn. Jing Yu buried his head between the man's legs. He couldn't see anything, but he was protected firmly by him.
"Cheng En, I'll hit the tire from this side. You hit the fuel tank from that side."
"Yes, sir."
Cheng En responded, the car window rolled down, and after a few crisp gunshots, the battle entered a white-hot stage.
But there were many people attacking from both sides. After one car burned, another one rushed out from the street.
Yu Zeyao fired a few shots handsomely, giving them a moment to catch their breath. The next moment, they heard Cheng En shouting in front of them: "Sir, our people are here!"
Jingyu had no idea what happened outside. But she could feel the loose or tight force of the big hand on her waist, whether the situation was easing or tense. Now their lives were hanging by a thread, but Jingyu was gradually not as scared as before. Because he said he would protect her life, she believed him. The big hand on her waist that was always protecting her also made her gradually feel at ease.
Reassurance - such an emotion, received from a strange man, especially at such a dangerous moment, just sounds a little funny.
"Sir, the danger is over." After a burst of smoke and fire, the car slowly stopped and the door was opened by Zhuang Yan from the outside. He saw the woman in the back car with her head buried in his legs and was dumbfounded.
This... Sir, is he also playing too... for excitement
In that situation just now, he was able to do such a sexy thing in the car. He had to admire her!
Yu Zeyao threw the gun in his hand to Zhuang Yan, and looked back at the person in his arms. This scene made him feel hot all over. Breathing, heat.
"It's okay now, get up." He spoke, his voice a little hoarse.
Jing Yu raised his head. He had forgotten how embarrassing it was to have written so many words because of the shock just now. But now when he looked up and met his gaze with a surging undercurrent, the feeling of shame surged up again.
She stepped back and stopped looking at him.
On her cheeks, there seemed to be a horrible heat that had lingered from somewhere on the man's body, burning her face continuously.
Yu Zeyao's eyes didn't stay on her for long. He had to admit that even in this situation, his body had a strong feeling because of her casual touch just now. The funny thing was that her action was not even considered "flirting".
For the first time, he realized that his body longed for her so much.
"Miss Jing." It was Zhuang Yan who broke the silence in the car. Although she didn't see her face in that position just now, Zhuang Yan could easily guess that there would be no other woman sitting in the gentleman's car except her.
Jing Yu was embarrassed and just nodded slightly.
Yu Zeyao asked: "Who are these people?"
"We haven't found out yet. Maybe it was done by Song Guoyao's men, but we can't rule out the possibility that it was a killer sent by your uncle."
Yu Zeyao was not surprised by this answer. He just ordered: "Clean up the streets and inform the media to avoid causing social panic."
"good."
Jing Yu listened to these words and felt that Yu Zeyao was definitely not an ordinary person. Perhaps her previous guess that he was a gangster was also almost right.
After she calmed down, she pushed open the door from the other side and got out. Yu Zeyao finished talking to Zhuang Yan before getting out of the car.
This area had been blocked off, with no cars or pedestrians passing by, so she had no choice but to walk to the next bus stop.
"Wait a moment." Yu Zeyao stopped her.
Jing Yu turned around and saw him following him, so he said first: "I'll mail the tie clip to Madam, it will be safer this way."
Yu Zeyao chuckled, "Coward."
Jing Yu glared at him, "You'd be timid for something like this. Maybe you're used to this kind of danger, so you don't care. I deal with patients every day, watching them struggle between life and death, and I know how precious life is."
The smile on Yu Zeyao's face faded, and he looked at her steadily, attentively and seriously.
After she finished speaking, he slowly spoke, "No one is used to such danger, and no one can really not care about their own life. I am the same as you, but I am also different from you."
Jing Yu looked at him. Not sure if it was his illusion, he suddenly felt that there was a sense of sadness and helplessness in his words.
"I have been experiencing this kind of danger since I was old enough to understand. I have no choice."
Jing Yu listened, and suddenly he couldn't say a word, as if his throat was blocked by something. The glare he had originally given him also softened unconsciously.
She was trying to decide what to say in response to him when she heard him suddenly whisper, "Be careful!"