Traffic on the road is still flowing.
Song Nanwu looked at Mo Qiudong, who was leaning against the streetlight in front of her, looking a little nonchalant, and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"
"If I tell you that I miss you about what we talked about in person, will the boss want to beat me?" Mo Qiudong looked at Song Nanwu with a slight smile on his lips and a nonchalant tone.
Song Nanwu immediately gave him a cold look and corrected him, "It's called vegetables."
"That's my uncle." Mo Qiudong emphasized seriously.
Song Nanwu didn't understand what Mo Qiudong was thinking as he insisted on recognizing a cat as his master.
Song Nanwu glanced at him with burning eyes and said nothing.
Mo Qiudong felt a little uncomfortable under those cold eyes. He coughed lightly, restrained his nonchalant attitude, and said, "Boss, I'm being bullied. Do you want to do anything?"
"Who bullied you?" Song Nanwu asked.
"You are the one who hurt me this time. Boss, will you avenge me?" Mo Qiudong glanced at Song Nanwu and asked softly, with a hint of deep meaning hidden in his narrow eyes.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Let's teach them a bloody lesson, what do you think, Boss?"
Mo Qiudong's voice floated lightly and distantly in the night wind, and accompanied by the sound of car horns sounding nearby, it seemed a little unreal.
Song Nanwu looked at him and raised her lips slightly, "Okay."
As if he hadn't expected Song Nanwu to agree so readily, Mo Qiudong looked at her and raised an eyebrow, "Boss, aren't you going to ask me who the other person is?"
"You'll know later." Song Nanwu's voice was calm. "Besides, if you want to tell me, why wait for me to ask?"
Mo Qiudong smiled and said, "Boss is right. But I hope that by then, Boss won't run away."
His tone was like a joke.
Song Nanwu looked at him, suddenly tore a lollipop from her pocket and put it in her mouth, and said expressionlessly: "Are you done?"
"Yeah." Mo Qiudong nodded.
"Wait for your notification." After saying this in a cold voice, Song Nanwu turned around and left, but saw Si Jin still standing on the side of the road in front of her.
Under the incandescent light, his figure was slender, and silver light poured down, falling on that stunning face, outlining the contours as if carefully carved.
Smoke came out of his mouth, curling up and spreading in the air, making it a bit hazy.
It was the first time that Song Nanwu saw him smoking. Unlike his usual reserved and elegant demeanor, he looked a bit unruly.
He walked towards him. Song Nanwu stood in front of him and frowned slightly. "Why didn't the captain go back?"
"Meng Ruo vomited."
When talking about this, one can still see a bit of disgust in his expression.
Song Nanwu knew that he was a mysophobe.
"Is that man your boyfriend?" Si Jin took a puff of cigarette and asked after glancing at Mo Qiudong who was still leaning against the street lamp.
"No." Song Nanwu replied.
"Heh." Si Jin chuckled, sparks flickering on her fair fingertips. "I thought a Buddhist girl could also have a worldly love!"
With a light sneer, Si Jin raised his hand and extinguished the cigarette butt on the trash can beside him.
"Can we go back to the base now?" he asked Song Nanwu.
Song Nanwu met his gaze and replied softly, "Yeah."
"Can you drive?"
"Won't."
"Tsk." Si Jin sneered, "Still waiting for you to drive. Forget it."
He didn't drink much to begin with, and although he was a little tipsy before, he stood in the cold wind for a while, and that drunkenness was gone.
In the end, Si Jin drove the car.
Song Nanwu sat in the passenger seat, looking at the dazzling night scene moving backward outside the window. Her eyes accidentally swept across the black car in the rearview mirror, and her eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Someone has been following us." Song Nanwu said coldly.
Si Jin also noticed it, and after hearing Song Nanwu's words, he responded softly, "Okay, sit down."
After saying that, Si Jin stepped on the accelerator and accelerated.
However, there was more than one car following them. A car suddenly came from the left, forcing Si Jin to turn right and take the road up Beicheng Mountain.
There are few cars on the mountain road at night, and it is even more remote.
No one in the car spoke.
Song Nanwu glanced at the black car chasing her in the rearview mirror, narrowed her eyes slightly, and knew that it was not a reporter following behind.
She had previously worked in a whistleblower studio and more or less knew that no reporter in North City dared to be so bold with Si Jin.
It seemed that they could not catch up with Si Jin, so the car behind lost patience and someone leaned out and opened fire.
The gun was equipped with a silencer, but Song Nanwu still heard the sound of the bullet flying. She couldn't help but frown slightly and glanced sideways at Si Jin beside her.
Who attacked him?
As if noticing Song Nanwu's gaze, Si Jin spoke at this moment, "Amitabha, are you afraid?"
"Afraid." Song Nanwu said.
But despite saying this, there was not a trace of fear in his tone.
Si Jin didn't say anything else, turned the steering wheel suddenly and dodged a bullet.
At this moment, a car caught up and crashed into the car with a bang, causing it to shake.
Song Nanwu's figure swayed, she chewed the lollipop in her mouth, and asked, "Captain, aren't you going to call the police?"
"Even if you call the police, they won't be able to come. If you're scared, just lean back and sleep for a while!" Si Jin's voice was a little cold.
Song Nanwu: "Do you think I can sleep in this situation?"
"What should I do? How about you cry?"
"Why are those people chasing you?"
"Who knows?"
Song Nanwu didn't say anything else, and suddenly reached out and pushed Si Jin.
At the same time, the bullet grazed Song Nanwu's arm and landed on the windshield, instantly creating a small hole, and the cracks in the spider web also spread out.
A faint smell of blood drifted in the car. Si Jin frowned slightly and glanced at Song Nanwu. He was about to speak, but she spoke first.
"Captain, I'm afraid we can't just sit there and wait to die." Song Nanwu said coldly.
She didn't cry or panic like most people. She was very calm from beginning to end, so calm that Si Jin's heart inexplicably tightened.
"Hold the steering wheel tightly, Amitabha." Si Jin said, grabbed Song Nanwu's hand and placed it on the steering wheel, but saw that the white sleeve of her left hand was covered with blood.
Si Jin's eyes suddenly darkened, and his nose was still filled with a faint lemon scent like shower gel, just like when she threw it on him that night, it was very fresh and smelled good.
His eyes trembled slightly, Si Jin took the pistol from under the pedestal, leaned out and fired a shot at the black car that was chasing him closely from behind.
The black car skidded right above the tire, but was soon overtaken by another black car.
"Captain, let me drive!"
Seeing Si Jin trying to look back while stepping on the accelerator, Song Nanwu said in a calm voice.
"Didn't you say you couldn't?" Si Jin's clear voice came in with the night wind.
Song Nanwu: "Oh, I just learned it. Driving is not difficult."
And she just can't drive a 21st century car.
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