Wen Ran has a characteristic. When faced with a sudden shock, her reaction will be a few seconds slower.
After she came to her senses and felt scared, she wanted to scream and react excessively.
I missed the most terrifying moment and could simply calm down.
So, despite encountering so many things along the way, she never screamed uncontrollably and seemed unusually calm.
But only she knows, it's just that she reacts slowly.
At this moment, she was extremely grateful for this characteristic of hers.
Because the man speaks Nanzhou dialect!
And after he finished speaking, China didn't make any move.
Another temptation!
People are most likely to reveal their inner secrets when they are relaxed.
This man took her by surprise just to test her!
Fortunately, it was not exposed.
Wen Ran concealed his knowledge of Nanzhou dialect at first because he was afraid of causing them to doubt him even more.
Now that the best opportunity to confess has been missed, if he is discovered again, it will be even harder to tell clearly.
But there was an advantage, once they were sure she didn't know Nanzhou dialect.
When he communicates in Nanzhou dialect again, he won't be wary of her.
This will give her more information to stay alive.
After waiting for a moment, Zhou Qixiao saw Wen Ran still huddled in the passenger seat blankly.
Although the tone is still dissatisfied, it has become less aggressive.
"What does it smell like?"
This time, it’s Chinese.
Wen Ran understood that he wanted her to know!
Could it be referring to her? !
Wen Ran was excited and looked at Chi Na for a sniff. This time he turned his head to look at her.
The heart that finally fell down was pulled out again and put on the fire to roast.
Wen Ran's face turned pale, and she hurriedly lowered her head and sniffed herself.
She wasn't sweating, so there shouldn't be any odor?
But the man sitting in the back seat was obviously becoming more and more impatient, "Open the window."
Unexpectedly, the conversation changed, "Forget it, let's throw her down!"
Wen Ran:? !
Is it really hers?
Chi Na didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of the little beauty's wet eyes.
It was so pitiful that she immediately felt pity.
She pulled out half a pack of wet wipes from the storage tank and threw it on Wen Ran.
Reminder: "Wipe off the blood."
Blood?
Wen Ran held the wet tissue and looked around, although her shoulders and back of her head hurt.
But she shouldn't have any bleeding wounds. Where did the blood come from?
Her eyes fell on her knees, and something suddenly occurred to her.
The face that had regained some color due to that extremely aggressive kiss turned pale again.
She whipped out a few wipes and wiped them on her calves quickly and hard.
After a few strokes, the white tissue in my hand became stained with red spots.
His hands immediately began to shake uncontrollably.
Things that had been deliberately ignored and forgotten seemed to have found a breakthrough.
The madness invaded her frightened and fragile nerves.
Dead people are really dead.
And he fell at her feet.
She bit her lip, trying her best to restrain herself.
Tears still filled his eyes.
But she didn't dare to waste a moment to make sure the blood was wiped dry.
She pinched the red wet wipe in her hand helplessly.
I can't suppress the feeling of nausea.
"threw!"
Zhou Qixiao's eyes fell on the bloody wet tissue, and it was already difficult to control his temper.
Chi Na held the steering wheel with one hand, grabbed the paper ball in Wen Ran's hand, opened the car window and threw it out.
She originally wanted to let some air out, but the dust rolled in, so she hurriedly closed the car window again.
This gust of wind carried the smell of blood and blew directly towards Zhou Qixiao.
Chi Na thought: It’s over! The high-maintenance ancestor in the back seat is definitely going to lose his temper!
As expected.
The man behind him frowned and shouted: "Stop!"
Chi Na applied the brakes and the car suddenly stopped.
Obviously very familiar with this situation.
Before it stopped, Zhou Qixiao opened the car door, stepped in with his long legs, and leaned against the car with his long body.
He irritably took out his cigarette case and tapped his wrist twice.
He lowered his head and put the cigarette holder in his mouth.
The bandaged hand flicked the lighter.
"Click - click -"
The light of the fire extinguished, making his three-dimensional facial features dim and unclear.
I knew it was an hallucination, but the piercing pain burned into my memory spread to my left arm again.
It wasn't until the cinnabar bracelet slid down his forearm, causing a slight falling feeling, that he woke up.
He took a deep breath.
The smell of tobacco filled the mouth, forcing down the irritability.
It's been a long time since he remembered what happened at that time.
The man was leaning against the passenger window.
He was so tall that he blocked almost all the sunlight.
Wen Ran clung to the back of the chair and timidly glanced at Chi Na.
He wanted to speak, but found that he still didn't know her name.
Chi Na looks cold and dumb, but is very sharp.
The moment Wen Ran turned his head, he caught her gaze.
As if he could read Wen Ran's thoughts, Chi Na pointed at himself.
"My name is China!" Then he looked at the man smoking outside the car, "The boss doesn't like the smell of blood."
In fact, it's the smell of blood in a confined space.
It will remind him of things from his youth and give him a headache.
Adhering to his bad temperament of not making others happy if he is not happy.
He had a headache, and it hurt everyone who could see him.
But today it seems to be particularly serious.
The veins on his forehead were bulging.
Chi Na wondered: Could it be that after the kiss, the boss suddenly remembered that he had an illness that was difficult to tell and felt inferior? Sad?
But I felt a little melancholy. It seemed that I would definitely not be able to arrive at the designated place on time today.
Of course, she would not tell Wen Ran these gossips.
Naturally, Wen Ran couldn't learn about Chi Na's rich inner drama from her paralyzed face.
I was just a little surprised by these words.
Don't like the smell of blood?
Was the skin-picking and eye-gouging I just mentioned meant to scare her?
Think calmly.
Although this man had a bad character, he didn't really hurt her at all. Instead, he saved her.
Even if China killed someone, she didn't kill an ordinary person like herself indiscriminately.
And if she remembered correctly, Hongtiao was the abbreviation of Red Notice.
Those are some extremely vicious criminals.
Each country has its own legal rules.
Those are terrorists, and they may be killed if they are encountered in their country.
As soon as this idea came to him, Wen Ran's uneasy mood calmed down a little.
Zhou Qixiao turned his head and glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw the little spy looking relieved.
He saw through all her little thoughts.
Do you think he is incompetent and easy to bully?
He raised his hand and pressed the bulging veins on his temple with his thumb.
Suddenly he turned around, bent down, and put his elbows on the car window.
