Chapter 149 Very Angry
Gu Zhixin was very angry, he really wanted to say, who the hell is doing it for you, can you stop being so sentimental?
He just felt that he, Gu Zhixin, had brought the people, and so many people had seen them.
If she was taken advantage of by a bum, wouldn't he be useless in the eyes of outsiders?
Zhen Bao'er hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay, the price offered can be voided, let alone just...just look at it, and you won't lose the quick meat..."
Gu Zhixin's face became even more ugly: "Can you repeat what you just said?"
Zhen Baoer...
She swallowed, "No... Listen to me, that wasn't the point just now, the point is, I can't let you be arrested because of me. You are still young, so you can't keep a criminal record. Otherwise, what will you do in the future? You always have to think about it." Are you thinking about your future?"
Gu Zhixin was stunned for a moment. There were only two people who said similar things to him in this life.
The first one is Gu Jingyuan.
The second one is Zhen Baoer...
Except for them, no one cared about his future, no one cared about his life!
Zhen Baoer noticed that Gu Zhixin didn't seem to be moving, and carefully moved his waist away, then slowly bent down to grab his hand.
She grabbed Gu Zhixin's hand holding the dagger, looked at his sullen face, slowly opened his hand, and tried to get the dagger out: "Brother, this thing is dangerous, let it go... Let go first." Bar……"
Gu Zhixin looked coldly at Zhen Baoer who didn't know what to do.
She was the first person who dared to snatch his weapon from his hand.
In Gu Zhixin's mind, the way to kill Zhen Bao'er had already flashed through his mind for no less than 10 seconds, but he didn't move.
Zhen Baoer's hands trembled, holding Gu Zhixin's dagger.
She took Gu Zhixin's hand with the other hand, and tugged lightly: "Let's...how about let's go, look, it's too late..."
Gu Zhixin didn't move, Zhen Baoer tried to increase his strength, hey, it seemed to be pulled a little.
With a stiff smile on her face, Zhen Baoer pulled Gu Zhixin hard and walked towards his car.
That greasy-headed man survived the catastrophe, ignoring the wound on his face, got up and ran away.
Someone in the crowd whispered.
"This guy is really lucky. It's not easy to survive from the hands of the second master of the Gu family..."
"No, he's the first one I've ever seen..."
Walking to Gu Zhixin's car, Zhen Baoer smiled flatteringly: "Brother, shall we get in the car?"
Gu Zhixin looked at her coldly: "You don't want your hands anymore?"
Zhen Baoer was so frightened that she hurriedly let go, with both paws behind her back, for fear that Gu Zhixin would screw her.
Gu Zhixin was in a very bad mood, and after getting into the car, he closed the door very loudly, making a loud bang.
Zhen Baoer breathed a sigh of relief, the ancestor finally got into the car, she thought she should be able to get out, right?
Unexpectedly, I heard Gu Zhixin's terrible voice again: "Get out of here!"
Zhen Baoer followed closely and waved her hands: "Me? I'll give up, right?"
She doesn't want to experience the speed of life and death again!
The corners of Gu Zhixin's lips raised, revealing his white teeth: "I won't come up, okay...I'll go ask for the bill!"
Zhen Baoer shivered: "Don't, I'll go, I'll go..."
After getting in the car, she put on her seat belt immediately: "Can... drive slower?"
"No!" Gu Zhixin started the car, stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, and the car rushed out immediately.
Zhen Baoer screamed: "Brother, please spare me, I don't want to die..."
"I haven't got my bill back, what do you say?"
"I taste... I taste..."
"How to taste?"
The car accelerated again, and Zhen Baoer closed her eyes and shouted: "Fat pay..."
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In the new week, I hope everyone will continue to support you, our big baby and brother Xiaoxin are waiting for your tickets to increase the appearance rate...