11 o'clock in the evening.

After Ye Chu finished handling some after-sales work at the flagship store, he habitually picked up his mobile phone to browse Weibo, and saw the hot search about Xiao Beichen's upcoming engagement. His mood was confused again, and he left the office as if escaping. He

didn't want to go back to the apartment, so he drove the car aimlessly.

Somehow, he thought of his parents, and then his longing for them surged out.

Her home is in a remote countryside. She used to go back at least two or three times a year, but later when she was with Xiao Beichen, she could not go back more than once a year.

It's not that she doesn't want to go back, but she subconsciously avoids it.

When she goes home, her parents always ask about her relationship status. In fact, it's okay to evade the question, but her parents have placed high hopes on her since she was a child, while she is with a man in an unclear relationship and is despised by the world as a bed partner.

She is too ashamed to face her parents.

Thinking about this, Ye Chu felt more and more uncomfortable, even breathing was accompanied by tingling pain.

She slowly pulled over to the side of the road, opened the door and got out. Facing the night wind, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, clenching her teeth to calm herself down. It

was pitch black outside.

It seemed as if she was the only one left in the world.

"Plop."

The night wind blew, and a leaf fell at her feet.

Ye Chu opened her eyes and realized that she had unknowingly driven the car to the suburbs and was now on a quiet and deserted road.

She became alert and turned around to get back into the car, but——

"Heh, I didn't expect that the most beautiful girl in the capital is so alert." A rough voice rang out, and a group of tall men wearing masks walked out of the woods and surrounded Ye Chu in an instant.

Ye Chu's heart tightened, and he took a step back without making a sound, looking at them calmly and calmly: "Who are you?"

"Why don't you serve us well, Miss Ye, and we will tell you." The leading man scanned Ye Chu from head to toe with a malicious look, and waved his hand: "Go!"

The men rushed towards Ye Chu like wild wolves catching their prey!

The night wind suddenly became fierce.

Not far away, the black Bentley seemed to blend into the night.

"Young Master, are you going out?" In the driver's seat of the car, Qiao Sen stared at the front and asked tentatively. In

the back seat of the car, Xiao Beichen looked ahead with a cold look, without any fluctuations, and said lightly: "Do you think you need to go out?"

Qiao Sen wiped his sweat silently, and his eyes, which were originally looking forward with tension, now seemed a little unbelievable.

On the other side.

Ye Chu seemed to be completely frightened and unable to move. The men were so horny that they lost their minds. Suddenly, Ye Chu's eyes flashed and he raised his leg and kicked! He accurately kicked the vital part of the man who was hit first.

The man wailed and rolled on the ground. The men following him were caught off guard and collided with him!

Ye Chu's gentle face was expressionless. She turned around and quickly got into the car.

The car started with a roar and rushed forward. The men were shocked and scattered.

After a while, the car disappeared into the night.

In the Bentley.

Qiao Sen looked ahead with a twitching mouth.

He has been with Xiao Beichen for many years and often saw Ye Chu when he was traveling. He always thought that the words used to describe Ye Chu should all be gentle and beautiful.

I never thought she would know such a high level of self-defense. Seeing how she moved so quickly and decisively, it was simply... both charming and arrogant...

no wonder his young master still favored her so much.

Qiao Sen turned his head and looked back, "Young master, are you going back?"

"Follow him." Xiao Beichen replied indifferently, leaning back with a slight smile on his lips.

When did she learn self-defense?

Was it hidden so deeply?

For three years, he had no idea.

Xiao Beichen tugged at his tie, his throat a little dry.