A soft and graceful girl dancing ballet suddenly turned into a tough woman who could throw a strong man over her shoulder.

This contrast was unacceptable to Han Chudong.

Miss Bergman was still as beautiful as ever, but the impression she left on him was completely different. If one had to say that she had gotten better or worse, it might be a little bit of both. In fact, Han Chudong thought that she looked quite cool when she did the over-the-shoulder throw in her school uniform just now.

Even stranger things are yet to come.

After she saw Han Chudong, she actually walked over quickly and got into the car, urging him, "Hurry up! Don't go to my house, just go somewhere else!"

"Are you in trouble? Someone wants to kidnap you or..."

He couldn't just leave her and run away, so Han Chudong got in the car and started on the road immediately. After he finished speaking, he looked in the rearview mirror, worried that someone would catch up with him. His driving skills were just average, and he had no confidence that he could shake off anyone.

Helena Bergman also looked back and replied, "I want to give you an answer, but I can't tell you. Let's find a safe place first. I need to borrow a phone to call my parents."

Considering the news he had seen frequently in the newspapers recently, Han Chudong couldn't help but consider the worst-case scenario.

He asked tentatively, "Are you a TG planted here by the old polar bear? I saw in the newspaper that if you are willing to take the initiative to stand up, you can get a large compensation. It's too dangerous to do that."

Miss Bergman looked at him and said speechlessly: "What are you thinking about? I have nothing to do with that. Don't ask me now. Where are you going?"

"It's my dad's workplace. The police station is safer."

"Don't go there, anywhere else will do."

“…”

Han Chudong's mind was full of random thoughts. She originally thought it was a little white rabbit, but it suddenly turned into a ferocious little wild cat. She intuitively felt that it was not a bad person, but she couldn't be completely sure, after all, she didn't say anything.

There was silence in the car for a moment.

Turning left and right, I happened to come across a motel.

The situation is unclear now and there is no way to take it home, so I just drove in and registered a room to settle down in.

Han Chudong's expression was tense. He did not forget that Miss Bergman was still carrying a weapon. He kept looking at her waist and at any passing vehicles.

Even before he entered the room, he chose to stand by the window and observe the situation. He just wanted to make some extra money and hook up with a pretty girl, and he had no interest in anything that might bring him bad luck.

He picked up another cigarette and stood by the window, eavesdropping on Miss Bergman's conversation.

She was sitting on the bed and talking on the phone. Actually, Han Chudong couldn't understand a word she was saying. It might be Swedish or Finnish, with built-in encryption. The speech was very fast and she was frowning during the conversation.

Fortunately, she didn't speak Russian, otherwise Han Chudong would have run away by now. What if it was really JD? Even if Miss Bergman was sentimental, what if there were accomplices? Between beauty and life, it was obvious which one to choose. God was his witness, he hadn't even touched the other person's hand.

No wonder Han Chudong was in a panic.

He was just an ordinary person before, how could he not panic when encountering such a thing?

I don't know what Miss Bergman said, nor who she called. After she hung up, Han Chudong asked tentatively, "Is there nothing for me to do now? Or should I leave first? I suddenly remembered that I still have some things to do at the company. I'll ask you out for dinner next time."

"Wait for now. Maybe someone saw you. If possible, it's best to get rid of the car. I'm sorry to get you into this trouble. I thought everything was over."

"What's over?"

"…I can't tell you for now. It's really annoying. Maybe I'll never be a star again."

She still didn't want to say it, and lay dejectedly on the bed, revealing her fair waistline without a trace of fat.

Whether she has a good figure or not, Han Chudong had seen it when they went swimming together last time. Most likely, she was hit by something, so Miss Bergman suddenly took out a gun and stuffed it under the pillow.

Han Chudong immediately relaxed a little. Seeing that there was no movement outside, he pulled the curtains and moved closer to her.

I was completely confused, but she didn't say anything and I had no idea what to do.

Half sitting on the edge of the bed, standing on tiptoe so that he could escape at any time, he asked again: "Then let's not talk about anything else. Tell me, are you a good person or a bad person?"

Being asked with a slight impatience, Miss Bergman looked at him, rolled her eyes and asked back: "What do you think?"

The two of them were in an awkward position.

Miss Bergman was lying down, and Han Chudong was sitting beside her, leaning on the bed with one hand and looking at her.

She is still very beautiful looking like this, and I feel a little moved for some reason.

I don't care whether it's good or bad at this moment.

Suddenly I felt that I had taken such a risk, it was impossible for me to get nothing. People often say that if you die under a peony flower, you will be a romantic ghost, but it would be a loss if you were unlucky without ever seeing the flowers.

He pretended to lie back and moved closer to Miss Bergman, saying, "I think you are on the good side. In fact, there is no absolute good or bad in this matter, it's just a difference in standpoint. If this situation only occurred when you were a witness, then there is no need to worry. Although I don't know what happened, but..."

She was listening carefully, and was curious as to why he didn't continue talking. When she turned her head, her mouth was blocked, and she could see that Han Chudong's eyes were very close to her, and their noses were already touching.

I didn’t know what to do for a moment.

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After a few seconds, Han Chudong finally let go and added, panting, "But you are so beautiful in my eyes."

Then continue.

Miss Bergman did not resist, which made Han Chudong extremely bold and his hands became naughty.

Shortly after my hand reached under her clothes, there was a sudden sound of brakes outside.

The two were startled and could see the worry in each other's eyes. They stood up and looked outside at the same time. When they saw it was a police car, Miss Bergman hurriedly said, "Hide under the bed and do as I say. Get rid of your car! You are such a jerk..."

I couldn't help laughing when I said this, it was very beautiful.

She went to the bed to get the gun, pushed Han Chudong to hide under the bed, squatted to look at him, and said: "I may have to move, see you again if there is a chance."

"Hmm? Where are you going?"

"I don't know either. I'll write you a letter after I'm settled. We'll contact you when I'm free."

After Helena Bergman finished speaking, she trotted out the door. Han Chudong lay there for a while, then stood up and looked outside. He saw her get into the car and leave quickly.

He still had no clue, but since he was not handcuffed, he thought it shouldn't be a big problem.

"Damn it, the girl I got just slipped away like that!"

He complained to himself, still feeling the smooth touch between his palms. He thought about going home to ask his father, who had already memorized the license plate number of the car.

Only then did he sneak out, without even asking for a deposit, and got into the car and left.

I drove to a used car dealership, ready to sell it and buy a new one.

It had only been open for a few days and we agreed on a sale price of US$2,600. After accounting for insurance, I definitely made a loss, but it was still okay.

I didn't rush to buy a car, so I took a taxi to Miss Bergman's house first.

When I arrived, I found that there was a sign saying "For Sale" on the door, but there was no contact information.

I could still see books scattered at the door. It seemed like they left in a hurry. I regretted not coming here earlier.

He got off the car and stood on the side of the road. Time passed by minute by minute, until the sky was filled with sunset glow and he found that the police had not arrived yet. Han Chudong then believed that Miss Bergman should be on this side and it might be a witness protection program or something like that.

I sighed deeply again and walked out of the block, thinking about whether to change to a Mercedes or a Jaguar next, so that I could go and have a look before the store closed...