Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

As the old lady spoke, her turbid tears had already soaked her sparse and pale hair, her eyes were empty and her appearance was haggard.

His emotions were so fluctuating that he lost his breath, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Yan Xiu was shocked and said, "Is he dead?"

Ai Fei said: "She can't die yet."

He raised his hand and quickly gave her an injection, then fed her a life-saving pill.

He whispered, "Let's take her away."

To save her life, take her to the police station to record her statement.

"It's good that you're not dead."

Yan Xiu was not afraid of getting dirty. He wrapped the old lady in a torn quilt, picked her up, and carried her out of the dilapidated bungalow.

The vegetable market outside was bustling with people coming and going, but no one paid any attention to them at all.

After getting the person into the car, Yan Xiu stepped on the accelerator and drove off, directly onto the highway back to the city.

It was late at night and there were not many people on the highway. Yan Xiu drove very fast. After driving for a while, Yan Xiu looked at the rearview mirror, his peach blossom eyes slightly cold.

"Boss, someone is chasing us."

There was not just one, but several sports cars, all maintaining a consistent formation, with a vague intention of forcing them to the side.

Ai Fei looked up at the rearview mirror, her brows cold and cold: "Get rid of them."

"it is good."

Yan Xiu responded casually, shook his gray-blue hair, and the blood in his body seemed to be a little agitated.

He suddenly turned the steering wheel to the left, and the car swung, brushing past the front of the sports car next to him, and shot onto another track like an arrow.

Several sports cars behind him quickly chased after him and formed a unified formation to surround and suppress him again.

Yan Xiu raised his lips to a wicked smile, swung the steering wheel sharply to the right, brushed past the front of the sports car beside him again, and rushed to the other lane.

Several sports cars came over from behind.

Yan Xiu led them left and right, like rabbits.

Every time they felt they were about to push this shit-yellow sports car to the edge, it would slip away like a loach.

He ran, they chased, and in the blink of an eye he was flying high as if he had wings.

Under the blue sky, several sports cars were driving in an S-shape on the highway as if they were performing figure skating, so fast that they were almost leaving a shadow.

After running for a while, the cars behind felt that they were being teased, and became angry. They stopped pressing Yan Xiu and stepped on the accelerator to hit him.

The corners of Yan Xiu's eyes were stained with a few traces of bloodthirsty scarlet. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, pressed the steering wheel with one hand, and spun the car to get rid of them.

Ai Fei was shaken a bit, glanced at the rearview mirror, frowned and said, "Hit it back."

Yan Xiu licked his upper palate wickedly, the scarlet in his eyes flickered more and more, and with a sudden and cool dragon-like tail swing, the car turned around and rushed straight towards them.

The driver who was originally chasing them at full speed saw them turn around and rush straight towards them. He was so scared that his eyes widened and he turned the steering wheel to avoid it.

The car hit the guardrail on the side too quickly. There was a loud bang and the front of the car scraped past the guardrail, and flames splashed everywhere.

The cars behind were unable to brake in time and also crashed into the car, with a loud bang, and they were crushed into a pile.

Yan Xiu's shit-yellow sports car brushed past them, then did a cool drift, turned around, and sped away along the four wide lanes.

Before leaving, he stretched out his hand and gave them the middle finger.

A bunch of idiots looking for death!

When he and the eldest brother were playing with cars, they didn't even know where to eat their farts!