MTL - 100k Volts Electrocutes You to Death-Chapter 32

Asked a warm middle-aged woman a simple question, Xing Yuan parked in the direction of the other side, parked the car in the door of the largest convenience store in the town.

Turn off the fire and pull the key, Xing Yuan said casually: "Get off the bus."

Ye Wenxuan supported the window with one hand and turned his eyes to respond to him.

Seeing the other side did not move, Xing Yuan first got off the car, then slowly squatted to the side of the driver's car, one hand on the half-open window.

He stared at Ye Wenxuan for a few seconds with great interest, then sneered and said: "I don't have a bad temper, do you still have me?"

Ye Wenxuan moved inside to avoid him: "Thank you for being insensitive."

"Come on, go together." He knocked on the window and said something with a warning: "It’s awkward now, you won’t have to eat on the road."

Ye Wenxuan was too lazy to care for him. He slammed the door and helped Zhang Qingxue open the door after passing the rear compartment.

When Zhang came out, he went to Xing Yuan, and Ye Wenxuan saw the face change slightly, and his heart suddenly felt happy.

To deal with this self-centered stupid mission goal, you don't need him to shoot, a Zhang Qingxue can get everything done.

Because I don’t know if the wolf will chase it, the three people swept a circle of food and daily necessities at the fastest speed. Ye Wenxuan threw a pocket of bread on the seat of the co-driver. When he turned back, he saw that Xing Yuan could easily use one. Hand holding the whole box of mineral water, holding the phone in the other hand, and looking down at the screen while walking.

It was a certain understanding of Xing Yuan. At this time, he couldn't help but have a slight guilt about the physical strength of this person. When Xing Yuan came over, Ye Wenxuan asked, "What is this mobile phone?"

Xing Yuantou did not lift, and he took the whole box of mineral water into the rear compartment: "The employee in the convenience store."

Ye Wenxuan: "...have you grabbed his cell phone?"

Xing Yuan stared at him: "I bought it."

Ye Wenxuan’s mouth is pumping, and the heart says that he can’t swipe his card now. Do you bring so much cash with you?

Zhang Qingxue’s things were also thrown away. The girl sat in the carriage and saw Xing Yuan lean over: “Xing Zong, people are so boring, can you borrow me to brush the microblog to see the news?”

Xing Yuan put his mobile phone into his pocket: "No."

Zhang Qingxue: "..."

Ye Wenxuan touched his chin.

Although he is still the same, he doesn’t know how to feel Xing Yuan’s presence in front of him.

It seems that from that night he secretly explored the Red Rose Club and saw another Xing Yuan’s cozy image getting closer and closer.

Because of these subtle changes in Xing Yuan, Ye Wenxuan gradually changed his conversation mode with the other party, and he was no longer limited to the cautious and faint of the lower and upper levels.

He sometimes even gave Xing Yuan a look and confronted each other with cold eyes.

These changes are very subtle, and when Ye Wenxuan perceives it, some relationships have been reversed.

Now, they are more focused on how to leave here without any notice.

Because the size of the town is really too small, the milk truck will attract the attention of the residents in the town in a short time. Someone came to ask if they came here to send milk, and very positively said that they really want it. Try the taste of "everyday milk".

When he left the town, Ye Wenxuan was relieved.

"I really can't stay here." He took the initiative to talk to Xing Yuan, because the latter has just been releasing air-conditioning, and succeeded in scaring a few of the bosses who tried to play Ye Wenxuan by buying milk, so they regained it. Ye Wenxuan's meager affection.

"There are too few people there, coming in a stranger, the residents of the whole town can know clearly." He looked at the mirror and looked at the roof farther and farther, and said: "Asian , black hair, blue eyes. You are too eye-catching, if they really come to chase you, just ask someone to ask, you must be exposed."

Xing Yuan did not squintly drive the car: "You have said one less - handsome and extraordinary."

Ye Wenxuan was shocked by his shameless answer. He looked back at the other person's face and couldn't refute it. He took a look from the pocket and gave it to the other party: "Hey, wear it."

Xing Yuan grabbed it with one hand and took a look at it. It was a silver-rimmed pair of glasses.

"Your?" He simply looked at it: "I wanted to say it before. How did you become a cutting-edge designer? The black-rimmed glasses used to be earth-shaking. This pair... ..." He opened his temples with one hand and pushed the old glasses on the bridge of the nose. The thin lips spit out four words: "It's just a little better than the garbage."

Ye Wenxuan wants to kill him: "Looking for the good-hearted passers-by in the town, I have always wanted to buy the middle-aged uncle of milk."

Xing Yuan showed a very disgusting expression.

Not to mention, although this pair of glasses is really ugly, but after this guy is on the bridge of the nose, Ye Wenxuan goes to see him again. He only thinks that the two idioms of "dressing the beast" and "Sven scum" are just right on him. It is tailor-made for Xing Yuan, only the idioms are not worthy of him, and there is no such thing as he can not match these two idioms.

I was thinking, the sister behind me started knocking on the iron box again.

"..." Ye Wenxuan was particularly helpless: "Is this young lady thinking that we are going out for camping?"

Xing Yuan parked the car on the side of the road.

"Sorry." Zhang Qingxue tweezed: "The people can't stop it..."

Xing Yuan seemed to be familiar with her, waved her hand, and immediately ran to the roadside grove.

The remaining two men also got out of the car and leaned back on the carriage for another wave of mutual temptation.

Ye Wenxuan looked up at the cargo box and asked casually: "Really... How would you choose Zhang Qingxue to be an assistant? I don't think you like this girl to send you a hug."

Xing Yuan played with a lighter bought from a convenience store. He bowed his head and said: "I don't like it, it doesn't mean that other people don't like it."

He spit out a ring of smoke, faintly said: "She is a kind of money, very fragrant when talking about business, enough anger, and let go. The company had one-tenth of the business last year, she talked about it."

The Xing Group has a big family, and one tenth is not listening much. Actually, it is a very large number.

Ye Wenxuan listened to this, and suddenly he apologized to the assistant.

Just look at the look of this young lady, I don’t know if it’s the partner of the other party, or her family.

As he thought about it, he changed the subject and tempted: "What do you want to do next, return to Wiszal City to find a police officer to seek asylum, or find a way to return to London?"

The latter did not answer, but just pinched the cigarette in his hand and said: "In the town, I used to see the small drone of the same model flying over the roof twice."

Ye Wenxuan straightened straight: "Drone... Why didn't I pay attention?"

"For the first time, you used a bathroom in the convenience store to wash your face. Of course, what is actually doing inside, I don't know." Xing Yuan was careless: "The second time, a few people in the town surrounded you." Buying milk, the thing flies past your back, the movement is very small, and the people in the town are not paying attention."

Ye Wenxuan screwed his eyebrows: "Maybe it's just a toy for children nearby?"

Xing Yuan smiled: "Sometimes, I really don't know if you are so naive or pretend."

"..." Ye Wenxuan licked his lips: "I am just..." I am not used to thinking about things in the worst direction.

Fortunately, Xing Yuan did not have much entanglement. He took out his mobile phone and threw it at the person next to him: "Look at the news."

Ye Wenxuan is not clear, so open the phone and find that the screen is still on the news app page.

Ye Wenxuan swiped the finger of the screen: "This..."

Xing Yuan: "This is half an hour ago, refresh it and see."

Ye Wenxuan couldn't help but slide down the screen, waiting for the little chrysanthemum to turn around, and see the latest news at a glance.

Ye Wenxuan's eyebrows are high: "Death?"

He looked at the man smoking next to him and looked at the real-time news on his mobile phone. He blurted out: "You are not going to clarify it. Are you prepared... to die to avoid those people?"

Xing Yuan is undecided.

"Hey," Ye Wenxuan stunned him: "You are saying something, I am really an emperor who is not anxious to die eunuch!"

Xing Yuan spit out a group of smoke circles, and then he said without hesitation: "Along the road, you can go south, drive for fifteen minutes, you can leave the city of Wisshall. Then you go up the winding road and spend another time. In an hour or so, we will probably be able to get to the nearest city of Adar."

"There is a train and a police station in Yadal. I will put you and Zhang Qingxue there." He raised his hand to stop Ye Wenxuan who wanted to interject. He said: "Your boss is hard to protect myself. To be honest, you and me. Assistant, I don't trust one. We are parting in Yadal. You and the two are going to the police station to call the police, or buy a train ticket, go back to London by car, or go to the Chinese Embassy in the UK to seek asylum. I will follow you."

Ye Wenxuan: "Can..."

Xing Yuan: "If you don't want to lose your life at a young age, it is best to follow my advice."

"What about you?" Ye Wenxuan leaned on the carriage and turned to look at him: "You alone, even if you look good, but can you deal with dozens of terrorists with rocket launchers?"

Xing Yuan smashed the smoke on the metal suitcase. His cold blue eyes were hidden behind the glasses, but it was still cold. "These, I will not bother with my photographer."