Cao Zijian pretended to be calm and asked the words: "How do you know that I will come to you?"

Yange smiled confidently: "I'm so beautiful. I think every man will miss me when I see him, not to mention that you have countless green hats on your head. You should never forget me more than any man. "

Cao Zijian: ...

At this moment, he just wanted to shoot and crash the song.

Yan Ge ignored the twisted anger on his face and continued to say, "Are you looking for me to kill me? Or do you want me to fall in love with you? Actually, I think you are a big-time person and charge for such a small woman You don't need to try your best. "

"This kind of thing seems to be too narrow and you don't have a long-term vision, but unfortunately, I thought that you would be better polished by staying abroad for a while, and you are really disappointed by this performance."

Cao Zijian's lips were clenched, his teeth were trembling because of his anger, and there were countless words in his mouth that he wanted to swear.

But at this moment, his gaze was staring ahead.

Because there was a car behind him.

He had to get rid of it, he didn't have the energy and words to return.

"Last time I wrote a thank you letter to your current wife. Thank you for taking over your disability so that I can get out of the sea of ​​bitterness." Yange continued, "I can tolerate a man like you, she should be a lady A bodhisattva who always accumulates goodness and hopes that she will always tolerate you to accept you, lest you go to harm other women. "

"Shut up." Cao Zijian didn't expect Yange to write a letter to his wife. He was so angry that his chest was rippling.

Several times I reached out and tried to pull the gun to the woman behind, but I felt that it was too cheap to kill her.

After another sharp turn, he yelled at Yange from the rearview mirror, smiling grimly: "So much like to take my car, then I will take you to a good place."

Yan Song: "I never look forward to what you say."

Cao Zijian didn't say anything. The car kept speeding and kept detouring in the city. After walking a few more streets in this way, he couldn't help but asked her, "Why did we come to such a point between us? "

He loved her so much, he always remembered how strong he liked her at the time. When he married her, he was full of pride and contentment, and he even had the kind of happiness of marrying the world.

But why is she like this?

But in just a few years, did she and him make each other's eachother?

Yange's answer did not hesitate: "Because you are short."

Cao Zijian's heart sighed with anger when he was too late to say it, and was blocked by the words.

"Bitch." He finally could not help but cursed and said, "You are a bitch, a thousand ride ..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a pain in his arm, blood spewed out, all over the splashed glass.

Cao Zijian with a grim expression turned his head slightly and stared at his shoulders.

This woman not only has a gun, but dare to shoot him!

The pain in the shoulders gradually got into the bone marrow. When his steering wheel was crooked, he just stepped on the brakes, and the car in the back bumped into it, hitting his car directly to the side wall.

Cao Zijian hit his head on the steering wheel. Before he could react, the window was broken and the door was opened. He was grabbed by his shoulders and pulled out of the door.

"Dare to hit my woman's idea, find death!"