The Romantic CEO

The car is spacious. Jiang Yichen quickly turns over to the front seat, opens the door and kicks the driver down. He grabs her wrist and pulls her from the back seat to the front seat and throws her into the co driver's seat.

"Fasten your seat belt." Jiang Yichen lowered his voice. His face was hard and clear.

She felt that her wrist would be dislocated, and her fear had disappeared a lot. Looking at the resolute side of the man, she suddenly felt no fear.

Even though his body and face were splashed with blood, he looked as if he had just climbed out of hell.

Step on the accelerator to the end, the black Bentley galloped forward, which made the man in black stunned, and quickly got out of the way. The car speed reached 180 per hour, and the red pointer was still beating.

Thinking that her heart would jump out, she couldn't say anything. She could only hold the handrail tightly for fear that she would be thrown out.

In the rain, the harsh light lights up again. The whistle sounds in front of you. Is the car coming again?

Jiang Yichen stretched out his hand and turned the steering wheel to the left, and the car drifted out. Fortunately, it was a luxury car. After a strong and harsh whistle on the ground, it stabilized.

There are cars before and after. Jiang Yichen's face is still calm. He is a natural strong man with strong psychological quality. He is not afraid in such an extreme environment. He even has a primitive and bloodthirsty heart.

As the car drew closer and closer, Jiang Yichen would bump into it if he didn't stop. He looked at the front calmly and pulled out the dark umbrella from the door.

"Sit down." He said.

The brake is suddenly stepped on, the wheels slide on the ground, making a sharp noise, and the pointer of the speedometer drops sharply and swings back and forth.

I just feel that all the internal organs will be thrown out, and the speed of such rapid change almost makes her vomit.

When the car stopped, her heart rate had just calmed down. In a twinkling of an eye, she watched Jiang Yichen holding an umbrella ready to open the door. Her brain was blank. She shook her head and screamed: "don't Don't go out. "

Jiang Yichen turned to her with a smile: "stay in the car."

He got out of the car, took off his black coat and threw it aside. Holding the handle of the umbrella, he pulled it out. A black knife appeared in his hand.

It's not an umbrella. It's a knife. To be exact, it's a knife disguised as an umbrella.

The blade of the blade was cold, colder than the moonlight.

Until now, the blade has not been stained with blood.

This sword is a Japanese samurai sword that he asked someone to make according to the drawings given to him by yuanxinyi. At the beginning, it was just made to commemorate his old friend. Unexpectedly, it is still used today.

A long time cruel and bloodthirsty gene awakes from his bones. Jiang Yichen looks at the man in black who is approaching him. Suddenly, a smile opens on his lips. He holds the knife, and the blue veins on his wrist burst out. He swings forward at a very fast and powerful speed.

It was a dark night outside. She could only see a vague figure moving rapidly. She never thought that Jiang Yichen would have such a good skill. The two people who rushed up in front of her had fallen down, and a red fog rose in the rain.

Jiang Yichen was merciless. The rain and snow fell on his black hair and shoulders, turning into drops of water. His face was as cold as ice, his jaw slightly raised, and his lines were firm and resolute. His eyes showed an unprecedented sense of coldness and killing.

If it was not forced by the situation, he was not willing to show his cruel and bloodthirsty side in front of his consideration.

However, no matter how skillful he was, the other party was six people. Soon, he gradually fell from the original advantage, and his physical strength was obviously not enough.

She untied her seat belt and tried to open the door, but she found that it couldn't open at all. The door was locked, and the car could not be opened when the car was turned off. Jiang Yichen locked her inside. The window was opened and a little cold air came in.

She tried her best to knock the door, but she had to give up at last. She heard the fighting outside, the sound of the stick beating on her body, and the sound of the knife cutting through the cloth. She did not dare to look or think. She bit her teeth and her mouth was bloody.

Just now, Jiang Yichen had anticipated the coming danger, so would she have to get off the bus?

The eyes were moist and hot, and tears fell uncontrollably.

She hated her useless, deeply unable to wrap her, she wanted to rush out, but knew that it was useless to rush out. In a panic, when she picked up her mobile phone and prepared to call the police, the whistles and glare of high beam light from all directions made her eyes a little unable to open, and she subconsciously covered them with her hands.

In the dark, a few black cars came, but she didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend. She was worried about picking up the window. She really hated such a Jiang Yichen. Why did she rush out, so many people, how could he defeat him alone?

When the car stopped, Zhao Mingcheng was the first to come down. He recognized him and cried out: "master Zhao, master Zhao!"

Zhao Mingcheng seemed to hear her voice and looked at her. He was relieved. Master Zhao's neck was thicker than his face, and he must be able to beat those people.When the door was opened, he ran out in a hurry, but his legs were weak and he fell on the ground. Zhao Mingcheng immediately helped her up: "madam, you go first. Here you give it to me."

Thinking of the pain, he shook his head: "I don't go, you go to save the general manager Jiang, quickly to save him."

Zhao Mingcheng looked away for a moment. Well, it seems that general manager Jiang has not regressed, and he has practiced with him for so many years. But now that he has thought about it, he still says, "don't worry, madam. Those little characters can't hurt President Jiang."

He covered his heart and gasped for breath. His eyes were in a mess. Because Zhao Mingcheng arrived in time, the battle soon ended. There were six people on the other side, all lying on the ground dying.

Jiang Yichen put the knife on the ground, bent over, looked at the black shoes approaching, the corners of his lips lifted up, and tried to smile: "I haven't fought for many years. I've stepped back. I've been fighting for five years."

It's so strong, it's so arrogant.

Zhao Mingcheng thought you don't try to be brave. He was full of blood. He frowned: "president, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Jiang Yichen waved his hand, and his smile converged. His eyebrows and eyes were killing him: "take those people away."

Zhao Mingcheng just wanted to say yes, his eyes suddenly changed and his pupils contracted instantly.

Jiang Yichen frowned. Before he could turn around, something fell down behind him and held him in his arms. Then he heard the sound of the tip of the knife cutting into the meat.

The dagger ran through her back.

I only feel pain when I think about it.

It's a heartrending pain.

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