Kuaichuan live broadcast: the villain BOSS is the queen!

Chapter 502 Food Anchor: God of Cooking, please feed! 42

"You are such a waste as always." The man's voice was extremely cold, suppressing the irritability and coldness: "I'm waiting for you to come and beg me."

An Qijiu pursed her lips, restraining herself from thinking too much, and the voice in her head gradually disappeared.

Afternoon school time.

There are always people coming and going at the school gate, Chong Ai slowly walked out of the school with a shoulder bag on her back.

Usually, there are more cars after school and after get off work. The streets are crowded, and there are cars and pedestrians everywhere. An Qijiu, who drove to pick her up, was stuck on the road.

Chong Ai stood on the side of the road not far from the school gate, took out his mobile phone and clicked into the background of [Drunk Dream TV] to check his income status.

It will be No.15 in a blink of an eye, and that day she will be able to get the salary she earned on the live broadcast platform.

Although her man is powerful and rich, it is no problem to support her for the rest of her life, but she also needs a little money to do things well.

What's more, he still has an unstable factor. After so long, his emotional fluctuations are still at 50.00%.

"Ah—be careful—" A scream came suddenly.

The students are dodging to the side one after another, with frightened expressions in their eyes.

A black van on the street frantically drove forward in disregard of the traffic rules, scaring pedestrians to hide everywhere, falling down or getting hit.

The van rushed all the way to Chong Ai, the door suddenly opened like in a movie, and the two men stretched out their hands and rudely pulled her into the car.

"Hey—" the security guard on duty at the school gate saw it, and hurriedly chased after him with an electric baton.

The people in the van moved very quickly, closed the door extremely fast, and rushed into the traffic.

Inside a dimly lit car.

Chong Ai sat in the back seat with a calm expression, and there were several men dressed in airy clothes sitting on the chairs beside him and in front of him.

"Huang Mao, are you not mistaken?" asked the man in the white vest. He was muscular, had a bald head, and had several scars on his face. He looked fierce, like a prisoner through labor.

The young man with dyed yellow hair held the photo in his hand and stared at Chong Ai's face, his tone a little hesitant.

"You should be right, she looks a lot like the girl in the photo..."

The man in the vest slapped the back of Huang Mao's head, and said cursingly, "Is it her?! Don't make a mistake."

If they make a mistake, their money will be gone, and they will be scolded for failing to get things done.

"Brother, it's too dark in the car, my eyes are a little short-sighted and can't see clearly..." Huang Mao said angrily.

The man in the vest slapped him again and scolded, "Would you like to slap you and take a look."

"No, it's her..." Huang Mao shyly said.

At this time.

There was a sudden burst of phone ringing.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the small satchel on Chong Ai's body.

"Bring your cell phone—" the bald man ordered.

The yellow-haired man stretched out his hand to grab Chong Ai's bag, but before he touched the luxurious bag, he suddenly felt a cold gaze.

He looked up quickly and met the girl's calm eyes, a feeling of horror flashed in his heart for some reason.

For a moment, he always felt that his hand was cut off.

The ringing of the mobile phone kept ringing, with a stance of not giving up, the bald man said impatiently: "What are you still doing! Take it out and turn it off!"

"Hey, yes." Huang Mao endured the strange feeling in his heart, reached out and took Chong Ai's mobile phone out of the bag and turned it off decisively.

"Who asked you to kidnap me?" Chong Ai said gently.

(End of this chapter)