Bride-price 300 million dollars: BOSS bewitch wife without limit

Zhao Liang was so frightened that he turned the steering wheel and the car crashed into the hillside on the side of the road.

Fortunately, the speed is not high, and now this direction is in the inner lane. If it is outside, Zhao Liang can't imagine what it will be like.

The bus dashed past the van.

In the van, Chen Haoran and Zhao Liang were pale and sat there for a long time without slowing down.

"The bus seems to be out of control," said Zhao Liang

Without saying anything, Chen Haoran turned to look at Jingyi and covered her blanket. Then he said, "is the car okay?"

"It's estimated that it's all right." Zhao Liang was ready to ignite, but before the ignition, he looked around because of the shock just now. He found that there was no car, so he ignited, but he didn't light it several times.

"Brother ran, I have to go down and have a look."

Zhao Liang pushed open the door and went down without an umbrella. His clothes were watered through by the rain in an instant.

He wiped the rain on his face, scolded the weather, and then came to the front of the van to have a look.

"What's going on?" Chen Haoran asked by shaking the car window.

Zhao Liang turned to him and said, "it's estimated that he just hit it. What's wrong? It shouldn't be a big deal."

Zhao Liang finished, went back to the car, picked up the toolbox and an umbrella, and got out of the car again.

It took more than ten minutes to fix it. Chen Haoran was a little impatient. There was no shadow of the car when he looked back and forth. Moreover, it seemed that the rain could not stop for a while.

He reached out and touched Jingyi's forehead. It was still hot.

I was still grumbling yesterday. There was no movement today. If it weren't for the touch and temperature, it would be almost dead.

A living person is tortured like this by him. Is this really the result he wants?

These days he has been asking himself this question, but there has been no result.

Today, the idea came out again, but he suddenly had a clear answer.

It's not what he wants, it's not.

He is just too lonely and tired these years. He meets a woman who doesn't look annoying, so he also wants to experience what other people's crazy pursuit and even hysterical love is. He is afraid that he won't know what love is until he dies, so he wants to taste it.

Obviously, the taste of the first taste is not satisfactory, very bitter and astringent, and even faintly there is a trace of pain.

He doesn't understand why so many people pursue such bitter, astringent and painful things?

He was never a long-term lover. He liked a girl in his early twenties. At that time, he didn't have much money, but he used all his savings to buy the girl a global limited edition bag and a watch. However, after only three days, he was tired of the girl. Even looking at her, he felt that he had been dirty by her, So he killed her.

That was the first time he killed, and since then, killing seemed to him no different from killing a chicken.

Later, when he met all kinds of women, he would go to Guangmu with those women, and it was never his initiative, but those women automatically sent them to the door, but he always ended once, and there would never be a second time.

So, for him, what kind of woman has he never met? Never played?

But he didn't understand why he felt different about such a woman.

This feeling is that Buddha drank a bottle of iced black tea in hot summer. The more he drank, the more thirsty he wanted to drink.

Over the past four months, he has thought about touching her countless times. He has acted more than once, but each time, he ends up giving up.

He didn't know what kind of state of mind he held towards her, but he just knew that when he looked at her eyes full of panic, he felt extremely upset and frustrated in his heart. Even her cry before she got sick and had a fever made his heart hurt suddenly.

Just after lunch that day, Jing Yi wanted to go to the yard to bask in the sun. Chen Haoran didn't let her go. He said that it was the time when the ultraviolet ray was strongest and asked her to stay in the house. She didn't agree. At first, she just stuck her neck and quarreled with him. When she quarreled, she shouted hysterically at him and cried.

She said: "Chen Haoran, what do you want? You imprisoned me in this yard, I can't escape, and I can't even bask in the sun? What does it have to do with you? I'm not afraid of death? What are you afraid of? Why? You fall in love with me? Then I advise you to stop, because I don't love you, I can't fall in love with you in my life. I hate you. I want to take your tendons, peel your skin and chop you into pieces Feed the dog meat! "

She also said, "Chen Haoran, do you know that you are a devil! I was not afraid of black before, but now I am very afraid of black. I can't see the sun, and I feel like I'm dying. Only when I bask in the sun and feel pain all over, can I know that I'm still alive and I'm still alive."

After that day, she began to have a fever. It has been more than a week now, and there is no sign of improvement.

The car broke down and it's raining heavily. When we can get to the big hospital and whether we can get to the hospital is still unknown.

Maybe, maybe she will never open her eyes.

This is not the so-called love he wants. What does he want?

Chen Haoran lit a cigarette, looked at the heavy rain outside the window and smoked.

After smoking a cigarette, Zhao Liang's car hasn't been repaired.

He pushed open the door and went down to the front of the car.

"Brother ran, how did you get out of the car?" Zhao Liang saw him and hurriedly put the umbrella on his head above him. "It'll be right away, brother ran. You hurry back to the car. It's raining too hard!"

Chen Haoran didn't speak and picked up the wrench that was put aside.

"Brother ran, I'll do it. Don't --"

"Brother ran, it's not good!"

Zhao Liang turned around and found someone running towards this side. He was not alone. There were both front and rear. This was a pinch.

Chen Haoran immediately threw away the wrench in his hand and touched the gun at his waist, but suddenly withdrew the action of pulling out the gun.

He knew that heavy rain and out of control buses would not be such a coincidence.

The man really came.