In the parking lot of the shooting range, Chen Ming took Song Jiaren to his car with his strength.

As soon as he arrived at a place where no one was outside, Song Jiaren couldn't help but throw him away: "What are you doing?"

Chen Ming's body slammed into the car door, and his back hurt, numb and spicy.

He straightened his body slightly, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. However, he did not smoke it immediately, but instead clamped it between his fingers, the bloody cigarette butts flashed in the dark night.

Song Jiaren stared at him, raised her hand and wanted to slap him again. But how could she know that Chen Ming held her hand with one hand, and his voice was hoarse: "Have you made enough trouble?"

Song Jiaren was so angry that she kicked him with her feet. He was really kicked out of the way.

Chen Ming frowned, but his eyes fell on the white suspender skirt on her body. After looking at it for a while, he raised his hand to smoke a cigarette, slowly spit out the smoke ring and frowned: "Why are you wearing this in the shooting range?"

"You don't have to worry about it." Song Jiaren kicked him again: "Let me go."

She thought Chen Ming was bound to get entangled, but unexpectedly, he let go of her like this. She took a step back unsteadily and looked at him in surprise.

"Why, I thought I was going to pester you?" Chen Ming smiled and said, "I brought you out, but I just wanted to tell you that it was not what I told Anxi. It's not difficult for her to guess it out so smart."

Song Jiaren stared at him and asked for a while, "You are very familiar with her? Do you like her too?"

Chen Ming lowered his head, took a sudden sip of cigarette, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, then answered her: "It's very familiar."

He did not answer the latter question.

After all, she is not his one, so there is no need to explain.

After he finished answering, his eyes were quite calm: "Did you drive? If you don't drive, I'll give you it."

He raised his hand and looked at the time, "It's getting late, so it's hard to call a rent here."

Song Jiaren was originally stubborn, but she did not drive there. The producer's car he was in. At this time, Chen Ming suggested that she thought about it and snorted: "I can pay the fare."

He looked at her calmly, but did not refuse to say no.

Chen Ming walked to the passenger seat and opened the car door. He watched her sit in and close the door. He went around to the other side and opened the car door and went in. After he got in, he did not start the car immediately, but took his cell phone and dialed Gu Anxi.

Gu Anxi knew that he would not come back, and was playing by himself, but her cell phone rang. She looked at it and it was Chen Ming.

He picked it up, held the gun in one hand, and then fired it before asking, "Isn't you going to go back?"

Chen Ming sat, holding the steering wheel with one hand and nodded softly, probably very heavy and a little hoarse, so he looked a little gentle...

Over there, Gu Anxi teased: "Send Yun Duoduo back?"

Chen Ming glanced at Song Jiaren and was sure she wouldn't like this title. He wisely quipped and went over vaguely. Gu Anxi smiled: "Okay, I'll play for a while and then go back. You should be careful when you drive."

Chen Ming hung up the phone and placed it in the front locker. He turned his head and Song Jiaren was looking at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked when he fastened his seat belt and started the car.

Song Jiaren said indifferently: "Nothing,"

After a while, she couldn't help asking: "You and Gu Anxi..."

"What's wrong?" Chen Ming took out another cigarette while driving and wanted to light it, but was stopped by Song Jiaren, "Don't smoke."

He was surprised and put the cigarette back, staring at the road conditions ahead, and never answered her question. Song Jiaren asked again.

The road was not too smooth, the car was shaking slightly, Chen Ming smiled and said a little lazy: "You are not my wife, you both care about my smoking and whether I like Anxi, Song Jiaren, are you too much?"

Song Jiaren turned her face aside and snorted coldly: "I just don't want to smell the smoke."

She said this, Chen Ming took the cigarette back, closed the car window, and lit it, as if it was provocative.

Song Jia was so angry: "Chen Ming, did you do it on purpose?"

"Obviously, I did it on purpose." He chuckled and spoke, holding the steering wheel with one hand and smoking it with one hand.

Song Jiaren was stunned for a while and realized that he was an old smoker.

She said in a stiff voice: "Stop."

Chen Ming turned his head to look at her: "Are you sure? There are no cars here. Would it be surprising if you dress like this?"

Song Jiaren's voice became colder: "Stop."

Chen Ming's car stopped.

With a squeak.

Song Jiaren was stunned for a moment, did he really stop?

This, this... idiot.

Song Jiaren stared at him.

Chen Ming came over to open the car door for her, sat up straight and raised his chin, and his eyes fell on her beautiful face.

Song Jiaren also stared at him, unbuttoned her seat belt with one hand, and got out of the car like this.

It was very dark outside, and it was in a very remote place, and it was terriblely quiet around it.

Song Jiaren walked straight forward without looking back. She was wearing a suspender skirt and high heels on her feet. She looked very beautiful when she walked, and her waist was particularly thin from the back.

Chen Ming leaned on the back of the chair and squinted his eyes at her back. After looking at it for a while, he reached out to open the car window and smoked the remaining cigarettes. Then he started the car and saw a white figure after driving for a while.

Song Jiaren obviously heard the sound of his car, and ignored it and still walked straight ahead. Chen Ming did not ask her to drive the car directly behind her...

He pressed the horn of the car, and she pretended not to hear it. He stopped forcing her and slowly drove behind her.

Later, he lit a cigarette and the car was also started and stopped, very patient.

About half an hour later, Chen Ming drove the car next to her and stopped: "Get into the car."

Song Jiaren ignored him. Chen Ming opened the car door and jumped out of the car. He quickly walked over and grabbed her waist with one hand. She was not prepared and fell into his arms. "What are you doing, Chen Ming?"

He felt her waist was so thin, but he didn't feel it carefully, just hugged her gently, reached over with one hand and pulled her high heels, and threw them to the side of the road.

This series of actions made her stunned, and she was stunned for a while: "What are you doing, Chen Ming?"

Chen Ming was very strong, and she was too slender. He could pinch her with one hand and walk towards his car.

Song Jiaren's face was forced to lean against his shoulder. In addition to the warm body temperature, it was the unique smell of sweating in summer. However, it was unexpectedly not unpleasant but a little refreshing.

In her memory, he always smelled of alcohol...

Chen Ming kept taking her to the front of the car, opened the car door and picked her up. She was so angry that she threw her bag away.

He didn't move, and for a while he spoke hoarsely: "Stop making trouble, I'll take you home, I'm very tired too."
Chapter completed!