Chapter 920 Give me the little milk can

  For fear of slowing down, you will get caught.

  Suddenly, without knowing what happened, the little fried dough stick in front of him suddenly stopped.

  Wen Churan slammed the brakes, but his head still hit the boy's hard back.

   Looking back, she saw a large group of guards approaching like zombies. She pushed the small fried dough stick in front of her, "What are you doing in a daze? Run!"

  "Wen...Miss Wen..." The voice of the small dough stick trembled, with a trace of panic, even fear, "Miss Wen, we...I'm afraid we can't run."

  Because the young man was too tall, he completely blocked Wen Churan’s vision and couldn't see what was happening in front of him, but after hearing what he said, Wen Churan vaguely realized that something was wrong.

  She stretched her neck and probe, and looked ahead, she saw a slender figure standing in front of her, like the most shining star in the night sky, no matter where she was, even if she just stood dry, she could instantly become the focus of attention.

  Wen Churan's face turned pale. This time, even the mask couldn't hide it. A wave of fear emerged from the bottom of her heart.

  The cold sweat on her forehead followed the graceful contour curve, hitting the floor with a click, and instantly smashed all her calm emotions.

   Indeed, as the little fritters said, they...cannot escape.

  There are wolves in front of them, and tigers behind, and they can’t move in or retreat. In this case, how can they escape?

  Or rather... the man in front of him is even more terrifying than the devil.

"Yes...President Adair..." Xiaoyoutiao's mental quality was quite good, and he soon calmed down, saying, "Miss Wen, don't worry, even if I try my best, I will never let them touch the little celebrity. !"

  Desperately?

  Once the man named Sheng Shimo appeared, it would be useless to fight hard.

  Wen Churan subconsciously hugged the small milk tank tightly, so strong that she could not even notice it.

  The little milk can hums painfully, "Ma Ma...you strangled the little milk can so much..."

  These words, she can't hear them at all.

  At this moment, she only knows that she must not let go!

  The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor suddenly broke the dead silence.

   KOKOKO——

  It’s not hurried or slow, every click is like stepping on the tip of Wen Churan's heart.

  Seeing the man in front of him approaching step by step, Wen Churan hurriedly backed up in fright, but saw a group of guards standing behind him standing in rows, almost forming a wall of flesh, leaving no gaps.

   Both front and back are cut off.

  In desperation, Wen Churan could only withdraw into the corner of the wall holding the small milk can, like finding a harbor where he could temporarily avoid danger.

   She looked like she was protecting her calf, like she had kneaded a small milk can into a dough, and she hid it tightly in her arms, opening her mouth to the front of Sheng Shimo screaming.

  "Stop! Don't come here! In the prime of time, you dare to go one step closer and try!"

   "You should know that I am pressing, I can do everything!"

  "Are you trying to force me and the little milk pot to die here today?!"

  "He is not your child! How many times do I have to say, the little milk can is really not your child!"

  Whether it is a threat or reason, it has no impact on men.

  He kept walking, and soon walked up to Wen Churan, and stretched his arms into her arms, "Give me the little milk can."

   is not a commanding tone, a slightly soft voice, but it seems to be discussing with her.

   could fall into Wen Churan’s ears, but like a curse, she felt deep fear.

  (End of this chapter)