There is still half a sentence Chen Wuyang didn't dare to say, for fear that Xia Shan would be regarded as a lunatic.

This smoke is his transforming weapon.

"We will run separately in a while. The wife's apartment is not far from here, as long as we get to the place, it will be absolutely safe."

Xia Shan said, and Chen Wuyang pushed open the car door from both sides at the same time.

"The other party dares not use a gun. In Caicheng, except for the city guards, most people who dare to use guns are seeking death by themselves, and at most they are used as decorations."

As he said that, Xia Shan also patted the gun on his waist.

"Of course, I'm not there."

Chen Wuyang didn't want to listen to this, holding a knife in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

The face was full of resistance.

Xia Shan there suddenly fed her, and Chen Wuyang subconsciously turned around.

But I saw it was a box of matches.

“Lighting cigarettes requires fire.

Good luck, boy.”

As soon as Xia Shan finished speaking, he ran away without any appearance as the president of the downhill meeting.

Chen Wuyang looked at the smoke and then at the fire.

Finally he sighed deeply.

"Come out, Chen Bingbing!"

Smoke enters the mouth, and Mars flicker in the night sky.

Reflected in a very cold-hearted eye.

It seems like a completely different person.
Chapter completed!