Chapter 242 dont you think its too late? (1/2)

On the other hand, Huo Jingchen 's speed is getting faster and faster, and Zhao Siqing instinctively holds the hairy bear tightly in his arms.

At first, she would stare at the road for fear that he would rush out of the cliff in such a dark night, and kill people together with her.

But later, she found that it was only in vain, her eyes seemed to be no faster than the wheel, and she stared tightly, only felt dizzy.

Simply, Zhao Siqing closed his eyes tightly and said nothing.

The speed of the car is so fast that the heart is not comfortable. With the sound of ”crackling”, the car body scrapes over the mountain wall and vibrates violently.

When Zhao Siqing opened his eyes, he could see clearly the fire light from the friction, and his small face was white.

She turned to look at the man beside her. He looked straight ahead, his face cold and hard.

Cold white Jun's face is cold and calm, without any expression, like an over rational lunatic.

Zhao Siqing takes back his sight, turns his head and sees the car entering a zigzag curve.

She held her breath, her throat tightened, and her hands sweated more because of tension.

Seeing the first turning point, Zhao Siqing didn't slow down at all. Zhao Siqing was in a panic for no reason. He just thought that the next second the car would fly out of the cliff and fall into the mountain stream.

Huo Jingchen's face remained the same, and he hit the steering wheel with a big hand.

When the car turned rapidly, Zhao Siqing felt that his heart was about to fly out, and he could even feel that the car body was shaking slightly.

Until he crossed the Z-shaped Lane smoothly, Zhao Siqing took a slow breath and sweated all over.

”Stop, I'm going down.”

Zhao Siqing thought he was probably crazy, so he got on his car and played this kind of game with him.

She still has a lot to do and doesn't want to die.

Huo Jingchen sneered and said in a deep voice, ”don't you think it's too late to leave now?”

Hearing this, Zhao Siqing didn't make a sound, just closed his eyes tightly holding the doll in his arms.

Seeing her silent, Huo Jingchen's remaining light glanced at her.

Women's hair is scattered, especially soft, a cold face white.