Chapter 1096 Press it tightly on your chest

"Jue!"

Chen An couldn't catch up with his pace, so he turned around and stepped into a Porsche, increasing his speed to the maximum, and following Bugatti Veevo.

It was already late at this time. The eastern suburbs were far away from Jinhai city. It was gradually starting to rain lightly in the sky. Mo Nanjue was driving at the highest speed. The cold wind blew on his skin like an ice skate. The man narrowed his eyes and the cold air was even more infiltrating than the cold wind.

There are not many cars on the street, and the royal blue Bugatti Viahan shuttles back and forth like a ghost. The man doesn't raise his head, and the body brushes the railings and other vehicles, causing a harsh collision.

Mo Nanjue held the steering wheel in one hand and reached into his pocket with the other hand.

He took out a folded A4 paper and spread it with his slender and beautiful fingers. The handsome face drawn by the woman on it was still lifelike. Mo Nanjue clasped his five fingers tightly, trying to pinch the paper into a ball, but before he could move, he subconsciously pressed it tightly on his chest.

He pursed his thin lips tightly, almost bleeding. Mo Nanjue tried very hard and pressed his five fingers tightly. The piece of paper was transmitted to his chest through the thin shirt, but it was a bone-eroding cold cold. He suddenly raised his hand and punched the steering wheel!

The sports car lost control, and a sharp turn, hit the stone pillar on the edge with a bang. The surrounding vehicles retreated in surprise, and the huge billboard fell down. The man turned his head, and the hard sign rubbed against his ears and rolled onto the side of the sports car.

His delicate side face was bleeding.

"Ah——" The people around him were so scared that they screamed in fear.

Mo Nanjue's eyes were scarlet and his whole body was covered with sinisterness. He retreated, then stepped on the accelerator and flew out again with a swish!

Chen An followed behind and saw this and pounded the horn hard, "Mo Nanjue!"

The man had long ignored it, and the sounds in his ears were all wind. Mo Nanjue's heart and eyes were all full of rainy nights. The face of Butler Zhou turned around, Luo Tingsong's raised mouth...

That is also your seven-inch inch!

This sentence lingers in his ears like a ghost, and Mo Nanjue's whole body trembled. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's never been so embarrassing." When did he need to be so embarrassing? He could persuade himself, isn't there only a few people who died at his hands?"

Are there fewer women around him, and it can even be said that there are countless women, but why is it her?

Why is her parents the one who died?!

A fire burst out from Mo Nanjue's eyes. He stepped on the accelerator's feet and used all his strength. The extremely high-performance Bugatti Viahan rushed around like a rocket. He didn't know how many railings he had knocked away along the way. Chen An followed behind, his heart almost hanged out of his throat. He pulled off his tie and shouted in front, "Mo Nanjue, stop the fuck!"

His words were of course useless. Mo Nanjue drove the car all the way to the eastern suburbs. At this time, the sky was already lightning and thunder. The man narrowed his eyes slightly. The hood on the top of the sports car was not closed. The raindrops hit the face like silver needles. He raised his head and felt like enjoying the bone-breathing feeling.

In the toll station, the staff was packing their things. When they saw a car coming at a very fast speed, they picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Note, there is..."

Before the car was exported, Bugatti Viahang ran out while rubbing the railings of the toll station and knocked the weight gauge away. Mo Nanjue accelerated and drove forward. There was no one here, but the railings on the side of the road looked very new and obviously they had been repaired.
Chapter completed!