The woman observed secretly for a while, and finally observed nothing except where Yan Lang was the most handsome.

It really depends on communication.

"Uncle, what's your name? My name is Zhang Lan, you can call me Xiaolan."

Of course, it starts with the name. Maybe after getting to know each other, the other party will feel embarrassed to extend his/her hand to a girl like her.

Yan Lang had asked her to call her uncle before, which was quite appropriate. Although Yan Lang was handsome, he knew at a glance that he should have passed twenty-four or five years, at least twenty-seven or eight years.

Zanglan, who temporarily used the pseudonym Zhang Lan, just turned 19 this year, just became an adult last year, and reached the legal marriage age next year.

However, because Zanglan has a very good figure and looks like a 23-year-old mature woman with a tender face.

Yan Lang didn't want to pay attention to Zhang Lan very much, but someone who talked could at least make him ignore the hunger and fatigue in his stomach for the time being.

Yan Lang did not answer Zhang Lan’s question about her name, but just snorted casually, "If you say the name, just call me uncle. The next one you will pass by is Suzhou City. You can get off there at that time."

Zanglan found that the uncle seemed to like to laugh very much, and he smiled like a sarcastic and disdainful smile from his nose with a cigarette in his mouth. Zanglan believed that this man had a bad temper and looked down on anything.

Maybe when I go to school, I will still be the kind of person who will be sacked when walking on the road.

This speculation that was closer to life made Zanglan gradually lower her vigilance against Yan Lang, or in other words, the only knife in her hand was also rubbed by Yan Lang. Yan Lang was a strong and seemingly a big man with both hands. Zanglan felt that even if she wanted to resist, she would not have a chance, so she simply left it to fate.

At this moment when Zanglan was very tired, she found several excuses for herself to give up her vigilance, relaxed her body muscles, and completely nested into the seat.

"Uncle, I know you are a good person. Can you help me? I can't ask the police for help for the moment. Where did you go on this train?"

Zanglan blinked and changed his route and was ready to pretend to be pitiful.

Yan Lang raised his hand and pinched the cigarette from his mouth, threw it into the Red Bull jar that he hadn't finished drinking just now, sneering, "Good man? Are there several good people with condoms in the car?"

Zanglan's face froze, obviously remembering that incident. In addition, she also began to worry that Yan Lang would mention this matter more. Are she going to charge her "tram fare" after taking a break?

Who is Yan Lang? He is used to dealing with all kinds of religions and all kinds of people. When he meets a girl like Zanglan who doesn’t know how to hide her mind, how can he not see her thoughts?

There was a small town in front of him. Yan Lang found a place to park his car, then turned his back, put his elbow on the car window, looked up and down at Zanglan, "People should have self-knowledge, little girl, just like you, change, state, color, and demons have no appetite."

Zanglan wore a gray T-shirt and three-quarter denim shorts, and was wearing a bag and could go to school.

Unfortunately, I had rolled several slopes in the mountains before, but now I was covered in mud, my legs were not clean, my shoes were gone long ago, and my half-length hair was even more tangled and tied into a low ponytail hanging down on my back.

Before that, Zanglan could not imagine that he could grit his teeth and run barefoot in the barren mountains for several hours without stopping.

She was still nervous before, but now that Yan Lang said so bluntly, she looked down and blushed so hard that she wanted to get into the cracks. With her image, even if she sold herself to take a ride, she would probably be regarded as a female ghost on the roadside for life. No wonder several cars ran fast before this.

Yan Lang was not interested in deliberately making the little girl feel scared, so he simply said to drive, "I don't know what you have encountered, but I don't like to cause trouble. Such a small town is not safe enough, so I won't chase you out. When you arrive in Suzhou next stop, you get off the bus. Everyone goes their own way. I don't need you to thank you, don't blame me for not helping you."

After saying that, Yan Lang pushed open the car door and jumped down.

Zanglan didn't bother to think too much. When he saw Yan Lang had stopped and got out of the car, he was shocked and rushed over and asked him, "What are you doing when you get off the car! When you talk about Suizhou, you can go to Suizhou!"

You can't throw her out of the car now! As for what to do after arriving in Suzhou, anyway, if you are sure that this person is a good person, then you will be silly and not get off the car!

It was only more than an hour away from the previous mountain. If those people found the right direction and were chased after driving, she would really have no chance to escape.

As for waiting for the family to pay the ransom for the kidnappers? If Zanglan could still hold some expectations before hearing that conversation, Zanglan understood that it was impossible for anyone to save her except herself, and the kidnappers did not intend to release her after asking for the ransom.

Yan Lang waved his hand without looking back, "Eat!"

When Zanglan heard this, she understood. She hugged her stomach and whispered "Oh" without caring whether Yan Lang could hear it.

Before, he was busy escaping his life. Apart from constantly taking steps to run, Zanglan couldn't pay attention to other physical needs.

But now Yan Lang said that he had no other intentions to her, and said he had to eat, and the feeling of hunger in Zanglan's body was instantly awakened.

He hesitated and hesitated while covering his stomach and huddled in his position. Finally, Zanglan gritted her teeth, pushed open the car door and got out of the car with barefoot, and chased Yan Lang's back under the strange eyes of others.

Although he was determined to throw away his face and prepare to find Yan Lang to have a meal, Zanglan was born as a young lady. When did she be so shameless? She didn't want to follow her too close now, just like her tail, she fell from more than ten steps away.

Yan Lang glanced out of the corner of his eyes, ignored her, stepped straight into a "fishing house" with lights on, and asked the boss for a few dishes and ordered a basin of rice. Then he sat down and lit a cigarette.

This is a small town, and the streets are only one road. It is already past eight o'clock in the evening. The weather outside is stuffy and there are no people on the street. There are only a bunch of old and young men who are sucking clouds and sniffing mahjong in a chess and card room opposite the restaurant.

This restaurant is run by my own family. There are few dishes at night and they are left over during the day. However, Yan Lang doesn't choose any of them now, so it would be nice to have something to eat.

The boss went to the stove next to cook. The boss's wife diligently helped the guests prepare their own tea. In a blink of an eye, she saw the Tibetan orchid in a mess like a beggar, and immediately looked at Yan Lang hesitantly.

The boss’s wife just now saw that the girl got out of the man’s car, but when she saw that the man was unmoved, the girl was dressed really weird, so the boss’s wife was not sure whether the man would eat this meal alone or two.

When Zanglan was seen by the boss lady and the people across the road, she stood at the door, squinted her shoulders, hugged her arms, and lowered her head and stopped moving.

Yan Lang took a deep breath and burned half of his cigarette. He flicked his middle finger and a piece of ashes fell to the ground.

After holding the cigarette again, Yan Lang reached out and flipped the cup from the tray, and raised his chin to the boss's wife, "Isn't there anyone else? How to drink a glass of water?"

The boss's wife immediately understood, smiled and poured another cup of tea, then walked over to talk to Zanglan, "Little girl, come in."

After saying that, the proprietress turned around and looked at Yan Lang, approached Zanglan and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

I can't say whether Xinshan wants to help Zanglan or gossip wants to hear some exciting stories.

Zanglan also heard what Yan Lang said, and his head stopped drooping his shoulders and his shoulders were not shrunk. He took a few steps and walked over, leaving a non-explosive answer for the boss lady, "That's my uncle!"

Thinking that the little girl's clothes were indeed not damaged, but she was a little embarrassed. Maybe it was a story about a rebellious girl elopement with her boyfriend and was caught by her uncle.

The boss's wife sighed half regret and half satisfied, turned around to the kitchen with the teapot, and helped the man cut vegetables and scoop rice.

Yan Lang was willing to invite her to dinner. Zanglan felt that Yan Lang was still very good, and she became more relaxed. Yan Lang even gave her a sense of security without realizing it.

After sitting down, he took a sip of hot tea first, and Zanglan smiled at Yan Lang, "Uncle, you are such a good person! Thank you uncle!"

Although there are mud on your face, your eyes are curved, your lips are red and your teeth are white, and you can tell that it is a girl with a symbol.

Yan Lang looked stunned with smoke in his mouth, then lowered his eyes, and somehow his eyes fell on Zanglan's bare feet.

"You wait here. When the food comes, eat first. I'll buy two packs of cigarettes." Yan Lang explained, stood up and prepared to leave.

Not sure what he remembered, Yan Lang took out a wallet from his pocket, took out two red tickets and pressed them under the teacup, and then left.

Zanglan blinked at the money and then looked at the truck across the street. He determined that Yan Lang was not leaving the other way, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

It just so happened that the boss came up with a basin of rice and two plates of dishes. Zanglan couldn't even hold on to the saliva, so he didn't even bother to wash his hands. He smoked his chopsticks and started eating.

However, because Yan Lang is not here, Zanglan picks up one side when picking up the food, but the other side does not touch her chopsticks at all.

While eating, Zanglan looked up at the truck from time to time, afraid that Yan Lang would run away. Fortunately, Yan Lang was not that kind of person. He came back with a big bag after more than ten minutes. He sat down and didn't talk to Zanglan, so he buried his head and ate.

It was not until he got back in the car after dinner that Yan Lang threw the bag in his hand to Zanglan, "The clothing store has been closed. Just find someone to buy old clothes, just take a look first."

The town is too small, and there is no clothing store that is open to business at night, so Yan Lang found a woman waiting for barbecue stall on the roadside, and spent a lot of money to buy an old outfit from the other party.

Although this requirement is too strange, as long as you have money, who can't get it?

Zanglan was moved, and hugged her clothes in surprise and looked at Yan Lang with bright eyes. She was happier than ever before when she received any gifts, "Thank you uncle!"

Yan Lang sneered, without any feeling at all, but suddenly remembered a story I saw when I was in school many years ago.

A boy who ran away from home ate the noodles that an old lady invited him to eat at a roadside noodle stall, but the boy felt that the old lady was better than his parents.

It's just one who is taken for granted, and the other who is considered kind and help.

Perhaps because of this story that suddenly remembered, Yan Lang started the car and asked casually, "Since you can't contact the police for the time being, why not contact your family?"

The author has something to say: Zanglan: Because you are old, poor, lustful and sloppy, if you contact your family, they will not let me play with you [behaved and support your cheeks

——Fake false, don’t believe it, don’t believe it—

In fact, this story can be called road love?

See you tomorrow [a big heart made of crisp red sugar cane bagasse is for you
Chapter completed!