Yan Lang asked his question, and Zanglan was silent and lowered his head to open the bag.

There was a pair of low-heeled sandals in the bag. Although the size was two sizes larger, Zanglan still put it on for himself first.

The soles of her feet were actually cut out by weeds, thorns, gravels and other wounds on the mountain. However, Zanglan didn't say anything and put them on first. At least she didn't have to be barefoot and was treated with the look of a fool.

Another one is a large-size long skirt. Fortunately, the skirt is a floral sleeveless deep V-skirt in the Hawaiian beach style. This style of skirt is generally wide and elegant, and can be worn by fat and thin people.

Zanglan didn't go to the back to change clothes, so she put her skirt on her body, and just pretended that the exposed white T-shirt was added to the base.

Although this combination is bound to be criticized when it comes to big cities, who can still not have a unique aesthetic?

Yan Lang didn't get the answer, so he didn't care. Anyway, he just asked casually with his mind, and it didn't matter whether Zanglan answered or not.

Zanglan changed her clothes for the time being and tidied her hair with her hands instead. Seeing that the truck had left the town and re-entered the dark road, Zanglan suddenly turned her head and looked at Yan Lang, "Uncle, not everyone in this world can be lucky to have a good family. My mother died early, and my father married into a marriage. For the little money at home, my father wanted me to die outside early. If I go to the police to send me back now, my suffering will be in vain. Maybe I will not be so lucky if I meet again next time."

Zanglan's tone was quite casual, but Yan Lang's heart was still thrilled when he heard it. He couldn't help but take the time to turn his head and glance at her. He could only see Zanglan's hair tied with his head down, raising his hands and looking indifferent.

"So uncle, can you help me? I will repay you well in the future."

When he noticed that Yan Lang was touched, Zanglan turned his eyes and immediately put down his hands and twisted his waist and closed his hands, blinking at Yan Lang pitifully.

If you paired with a pair of watery tears, the picture would be even more adorable.

However, Zanglan still only changed the uncle driver to laugh lazily.

Zanglan curled her lips, and wanted to sleep after eating and drinking. She kicked her feet and paddled her hands behind her neck, and was about to squint her eyes and sleep for a while.

Yan Lang's throat was itchy and he coughed a few times, trying to touch Red Bull, but he remembered that the can of Red Bull in the central control storage box had already thrown away the cigarette butt.

"Hey, help me get a can of drinks, just under your feet."

This was given when refueling at the gas station. I heard it for five years and couldn't even drink Yan Lang at all, just like drinking water.

Zanglan laughed, kicked the drink can with his feet, turned his head and blinked at Yan Lang playfully, "I don't call me, uncle, who are you calling?"

Is Yan Lang a meal and a dress of old clothes? I decided he was a good person?

Yan Lang laughed and shook his head. He finally left the abandoned national highway in front and re-mounted the national highway. He could get back on the highway in about half an hour before.

"Cheng, my niece, help me get a can of drinks for your uncle, okay?"

Zanglan chuckled, shook her feet and pulled the seat belt on her chest to get it.

Before he noticed it, Zanglan was pulling the seat belt on purpose. Yan Lang glanced and his eyes jumped. He quickly looked forward and asked himself not to think too much.

But my mind is so strange. It’s okay if I don’t pay attention. Once I’m reminded, the scenes I originally ignored appear in my mind. Zanglan didn’t pull the seat belt before, so the seat belt was directly "treated" from the middle of her breasts.

Zanglan didn't pay attention to these small details at all. She bent down and touched a can, and even opened it and handed it to Yan Lang.

Yan Lang actually didn't want to drink at all at this moment, but it was so strange that it was, so Yan Lang took it and took a sip and put it in the cup trough.

Zanglan, who was standing beside him, asked him with a smile, "Do you think the drinks that my eldest niece has made for you are better?"

Yan Lang rolled up and slid up and down, and said with a vague "um" sound, feeling that the drink he drank was a little hot.

"You go to the back to sleep, you can't stay tonight."

This section of the expressway has a service area, but it is all relatively small, without a hotel, and if you want to stay, it will only take more than five hours.

But it is already past nine o'clock now, and it is four o'clock in the morning in five hours. It's better to park in the service area and rest for a while, so as to try to get to the place tomorrow night. When he turns around, he can rest for two days in his other residence there, and then buy a train sleeper ticket and slowly shake it home.

Zanglan didn't think Yan Lang was a bad guy at this moment. After thinking about it, she wanted to sleep, but she was about to nod and hesitated again, "Is there something messy in the sleeping place behind?"

Yan Lang is really not sure, because he received a call from Lao Wang at around 3 a.m. this morning, and then ran over to replace him.

Yan Lang had not had time to use the doghouse behind him, so hesitated for a moment, "Or why don't you go and have a look?"

Zanglan only thought Yan Lang's attitude was because he was not sure whether the chaos he thought was consistent with her level of perception. Even Yan Lang could see it was already dirty and messy as before. Now Yan Lang didn't dare to speak.

Zanglan immediately shook her head decisively, "No, I'll sleep in front of me for a while, and I can still chat with the uncle in the middle of the night."

Yan Lang could feel Zanglan's trust in him, and he felt that this little girl was too simple. Who could imagine such a strange driver who was standing by the side of the road a few hours ago to pick up clothes and ask for a ride?

Zanglan relaxed and leaned against the car door and slept. In this boring quiet, Yan Lang was energetic and vigilant to observe every vehicle that was on the same road as his truck or passing by quickly across the front of the guardrail.

Although Zanglan only talked about his family situation in a few words, Yan Lang used to think more.

Will the money that makes people want their daughter to die outside? If it is less, it is only a few million. As the largest proportion of heirs after the spouse dies, the husband will first divide half of the remaining half, and then divide the remaining half with his children.

It only takes a few million yuan to get rid of a daughter. As a father, there is no need to kill her daughter.

From Zanglan's words and deeds, it can be seen that the other party's family background cannot be the kind of people in the backward areas in the deep mountains, so there is no man who lacks legal awareness and despises human life.

The only possibility that a middle-class person who understands the law and has a certain social status can make a risky desire for his daughter to die is that his property is too large.

After reaching this speculation, Yan Lang began to worry about whether the group of people who persecuted Zanglan this time had a backup plan.

After thinking a lot in his head, Yan Lang held a cigarette and squinted his eyes while driving while letting the smoke from the cigarette stain his eyes and nose, which made him clear.

After eating and drinking, people will be sleepy, and Yan Lang is no exception.

Few people drive long-distance trucks don’t smoke, and a large proportion of drivers are old cigarette guns.

In the past, Yan Lang was an old cigarette gun. When he smoked a lot, he could finish three packs of cigarettes a day, but now he gradually tried to restrain himself. He only burned one after another when he was on the shift.

Yan Lang just returned from the army two years ago and wanted to start a business, many times he would stay up late with his partner to get goods.

However, my mother was sick and couldn't smell the smell of smoke. In addition, the freight company is quite large now, so Yan Lang didn't seek wealth and honor, so he gradually stopped taking the car by himself. The refreshing cigarette was naturally reduced.

After driving for a long time, people's body, mind and mind will become numb. Yan Lang is thinking randomly while paying attention to the vehicles coming and going.

After about three hours, it was almost twelve o'clock in the evening. I passed a toll station in front and had already left Lianzhou and entered the boundary of Feizhou.

Yan Lang was also familiar with this Fengyu Expressway. He was used to taking it out of the army and he was used to observing carefully whenever he went there.

When his eyes passed somewhere, Yan Lang frowned and his hands, which were casually placed on the steering wheel, tightened.

There were two large trucks in line in front of him. Yan Lang took advantage of the gap between the two trucks in front of him and reached out to grab Zanglan's arm, then pressed Zanglan's head, and directly stuffed Zanglan, who had woken up from her sleep and was confused, into the narrow space under the seat.

"what???"

Although Zanglan is not short, its skeleton is slender. In addition, it is a large truck, so the space in front is relatively large. Zanglan is squeezed underneath, and as long as you don’t deliberately open the door or climb up the window to see, you will be invisible.

Yan Lang glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw the people who had just turned around and looked over. When he reached out and took back his hand, he took a package of brand new cigarettes from the storage box. He lowered his head and took it apart, shook one, and took it out. When he raised his hand to hold it in his mouth, he quickly told Zanglan not to speak, "Someone is looking for you."

This is the last toll station at the junction of Lianzhou and Feizhou Province. The station entrance is not particularly large. There is a spacious temporary parking point next to the toll station, which allows passing vehicles to stay for more than ten minutes.

Over time, a simple open-air toilet was built here, and many drivers familiar with this area knew about it.

So two off-road vehicles were parked next to me, someone went to the bathroom, and the other party was waiting outside, and chatted with the truck driver who was queuing by the way. It didn't seem strange.

But Yan Lang was more sensitive than ordinary people and found that those people were not really chatting because some people were talking to the driver and some were observing the situation in the truck.

Zanglan was startled and tried to shrink her back and stuff herself into the foot. She wanted to ask Yan Lang why she felt that someone was looking for her, but she was worried that those people were outside, covering her mouth and eyes were full of fear.

Yan Lang lowered his eyes and took a look. When he met those eyes, he paused with the hands of lit cigarettes, then withdrew his gaze and took a sip of cigarette at the flame on the lighter.

When he threw away the lighter, Yan Lang pulled the coat that had been hanging on the back of his chair and threw it at the place where Zanglan was hiding. Zanglan only felt a strange man's aura coming to his head and face, and then it became completely black.

At this moment, Zanglan thought a lot. Her original trust in Yan Lang was constantly weakened by random thoughts, because she had no choice but to imagine. If she was discovered, if the group of people forced the uncle to hand her over, would the uncle agree?

Yes, after all, she is just a stranger to the uncle, not to mention that the uncle seems to be a person who doesn't like to cause trouble...

The author has something to say: Xiao Lajiao: I decided that if the uncle handed me over, he must bite him before leaving, so that he will not care whether he has taken his anger or not!

Old driver:...【Check the back of the wild cat and throw it out of the house

ps: I spent the whole day today in the car. I heard that I was going to Chengdu again tomorrow. I wanted to pretend to be sick [biting my tongue and committing suicide.jpg
Chapter completed!