After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

Boss Fu will never let anything happen to Wanwan.

Joan felt relieved and curled up in the seat again.

The pain inside and outside the body, along with the relaxed spirit, struck again.

She gasped, and her reddish eyes filled with tears again.

Should I say it or not, it really hurts.

He Yan noticed, frowned, and speeded up again.

"I heard from those people that you escaped from the window on the third floor with a rope twisted from a bath towel?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Joan's attention was distracted.

"That's right,"

She sucked her breathless nose and said hoarsely.

"Am I great?"

I learned this trick while watching Mission: Impossible, but it looks easy, but it is too difficult to do it myself.

"sharp?"

He Yan raised his eyebrows, his eyes were quite helpless and frightened.

"Do you know how high the third floor is from the ground, what would happen if the rope broke from the beginning or the hand slipped loose?"

When he heard those people talk about it, he was frightened into a cold sweat.

"Of course I know, I also mustered up the courage to dare to do this. Although I am afraid, but give me another chance, I will still do this,"

Qiao An lowered his eyes and whispered.

"No matter what, I don't want to be Huo Jingxun's bargaining chip to threaten Wanwan."

He Yan's heart seemed to be held in the palm of someone's hand, and there was a bit of taste in the indescribable sourness, and he couldn't help teasing.

"Huo Jingxun kidnapped you because it was late, don't you blame her at all?"

"Why should I blame Wanwan?"

Hearing this, Qiao An suddenly raised his head, and looked straight at the man beside him with somewhat wet eyes.

"The only one who should be blamed in this matter is Huo Jingxun, a dark villain with a brutal face and heart. Wanwan and I are both innocent victims."

She took a deep breath, frowned and continued.

"Heyan, I'm grateful that you came to rescue me, but I didn't expect you to say this, stop the car, I'm going down."

He Yan didn't expect that he would offend Qiao An with a casual joke.

"An'an, that's not what I meant."

Joan muttered, and began to unbuckle the seat belt.

"Stop the car."

With a helpless expression on his face, He Yan turned the steering wheel and parked the car on the side of the road.

He held Joan's hand to open the door with one hand, and supported her side with the other.

"An'an—"

Joan was startled by He Yan's sudden movement, leaning back stiffly against the back of the chair, breathing involuntarily.

The four eyes met, and the car fell into a moment of silence.

The distance between the two people is so close that they can hear each other's heartbeat and see themselves in each other's eyes.

The ambiguous atmosphere gradually spread when he was unprepared.

What He Yan wanted to say was stuck in his throat in an instant, his eyes slowly moved down from those reddish beautiful eyes as he breathed and staggered, and his Adam's apple rolled slowly.

Joan noticed this, his heart beat faster and faster, almost jumped out, and pushed Heyan's arm with his only reason.

"You, you, you, if you have something to say..."

What are you doing so close?

It's simply a crime.

As soon as she opened her mouth, the ambiguous atmosphere in the car dissipated a lot.

"An'an, of course Shiwan is innocent. I didn't mean anything by saying that, just,"

He Yan also regained his senses, and after a few centimeters away, looked at Joan's eyes and spoke seriously.

"I'm jealous, more precisely, I'm jealous."

When it came to the end, there was inexplicably a little bit of grievance and helplessness in the lazy voice.