Quickly wear the host, don't panic, the person hasn't run far yet

A black car behind stopped shortly afterwards, but no one got out.

Mu Wanxi took a glance and turned to speak to the bodyguard and driver sitting in the front row.

"I want to eat the spicy crawfish at the end of the street."

The bodyguard and the driver hesitated and did not move.

Mu Wanxi raised her eyebrows and looked at the car behind.

"Aren't they still here?"

The bodyguard and the driver looked at each other and walked towards the pedestrian street helplessly.

Seeing that everyone had left, Mu Wanxi narrowed her eyes in a good mood.

He got out of the car wearing An Qing's suit jacket, walked to the driver's side of the car behind, and tapped lightly on the glass window with his fingers.

The driver was about to open the door and get out when Mu Wanxi waved him away.

Mu Wanxi spread her hands with her palms facing upwards, with an exceptionally innocent and harmless smile on her face.

"car key."

The driver hesitated for a moment, but still gave the car keys to Mu Wanxi.

"Don't move."

Mu Wanxi said to the bodyguards who were eager to secretly open the car door.

The bodyguards all had bitter expressions on their faces. Well, today this ancestor was too lazy to even run around in circles and just went straight for the hardcore approach with them.

Mu Wanxi nodded, very satisfied with their cooperation. This was so good as it saved both of them a lot of trouble.

The end result is the same anyway.

By locking them in the car, they can be exempted from some of their responsibilities.

Mu Wanxi placed the car keys in the recessed area of ​​the windshield of the car in front, clapped her hands with great satisfaction, and walked elegantly in the opposite direction of the busy pedestrian street.

When the people in the back car saw Mu Wanxi walking away, they started to try every way to pull the door, but no matter how hard the driver tried, they couldn't open the door, and the central control was also helpless. They were all as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

Mu Wanxi walked into a dark alley after taking many turns.

Xiao Tongzi in the sea of ​​consciousness couldn't help but ask.

"Host, are you really planning on following the plot?"

Mu Wanxi hummed without comment.

Xiao Tongzi looked shocked.

The sun rises from the west today, right?

It's really a bit unbelievable.

Would its host stand there and let others beat him? How could it be possible? I wouldn't believe it even if I beat it to death.

As the host walked deeper and deeper and the street lights became dimmer, Xiao Tongzi began to fall into deep thought.

Its host couldn't really be so love-minded...

There were many footsteps coming from behind.

Mu Wanxi looked at the dead end in front of her with no way out, a playful smile on her lips.

She turned around and stretched out her fingers to count the number of people behind her.

One, two, three... Well, Mu Wanxi looked behind her and saw a huge crowd of people. There were quite a lot of people coming.

No wonder An Qing escaped with the original owner without being suspected in the original plot.

Never mind, it doesn’t matter how many people there are.

She was thinking in her heart, with so many people around, what level of injury would be necessary to avoid looking too fake.

It's just a scratch on my finger, you can't just fool me...

Just as she lowered her head in thought, looking quite distressed.

Suddenly a figure quickly passed through the crowd and approached her.

The person quickly moved in front of Mu Wanxi, holding Mu Wanxi's arm with one hand to protect her behind him.

The tall and straight figure stood firmly in front of Mu Wanxi, blocking her completely.

Mu Wanxi blinked her eyes, a little bit unbelieving. How could this person find her so quickly? Shouldn't he wait until the end to reap the benefits?

Mu Wanxi poked her head out from An Qing's shoulder. Perhaps because she had run too fast just now, the hair on An Qing's forehead was a little messy.

Mu Wanxi tilted her head and asked in his ear.

"Where's my milk tea?"

There was confusion in his expression, but not a trace of fear.

An Qing was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect her focus to be here.

While keeping a vigilant eye on the crowd in front of him, he raised the milk tea that was still tightly held in his other hand.

He turned sideways and put the milk tea in Mu Wanxi's hand.

“Full sugar, no ice.”

Mu Wanxi raised her eyebrows.

"I want it on the rocks."

An Qing was silent for a moment.

"It's too cold. It's not good for your health."

Not giving her any heat was his final concession.

An Qing couldn't help thinking.

When he ordered the food, he didn't know why.

I just couldn't help but think that I shouldn't let her drink so much cold water. She was totally out of control.

Mu Wanxi couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips.

"Oh fine."

She inserted the straw into the cup, took a big sip, took a step back, and leaned against the wall behind her, looking as if it had nothing to do with her.

An Qing suppressed the unconscious curling of his lips, his eyes and eyebrows were filled with tenderness that he himself did not even notice.

Turning around and looking at the group of people in front of him, An Qing's eyes suddenly became extremely cold and fierce.

The people standing in front were startled by his eyes and couldn't help but take a step back.

An Qing slowly unbuttoned the top button of his shirt collar, then raised his hands to unbutton his cuffs on both sides and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. Then he raised his head and raised his eyebrows, with a hint of disdain and provocation in his eyes.

They looked at each other, seemed to feel a little embarrassed, made a gesture and everyone rushed forward.

An Qing moved quickly among the crowd, dodging their attacks while striking their vital parts with precise and rapid movements.

After ducking again to avoid an attack from a metal stick.

An Qing quickly grabbed the man's wrist and bent it downward with force. The man cried out in pain and the metal stick in his hand fell out of his hand.

An Qing used his other hand to steadily catch the falling stick, held it tightly in his hand, and hit the man on the temple with the stick.

There was a muffled sound, and the man fell to the ground without a sound.

Seeing An Qing holding a weapon and with a ferocious expression, everyone was a little timid, but they still swarmed forward again amid the leader's shouting and cursing.

··· ···

Soon, the alley returned to peace.

An Qing threw the metal stick in his hand to the ground, making a crisp sound of impact.

He turned around and walked towards Mu Wanxi with firm steps.

Mu Wanxi was still leaning against the wall with an unconscious smile on her lips.

The man had fought but his expression remained calm, with only a few barely noticeable drops of blood splattered on the cuffs of his white shirt.

Mu Wanxi reached out to straighten the wrinkled and messy collar of his shirt, and took the opportunity to touch his chest.

“So cool~”

Mu Wanxi couldn't help but praise.

Her man is so handsome. When they were fighting just now, the taut muscle lines hidden under the white shirt, the serious and cold look and eyes, are simply abstinence plus hormones.

An Qing seemed a little embarrassed by the praise. His heartbeat had not accelerated during the fight, but now it was beating violently.

Her cheeks also turned slightly red unconsciously.