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Cheng Yuan kicked the gas pedal, and the whole car sped away.

Han Yang clutched the seat belt with both hands, his nervous heart seemed to jump out of his throat, and his face flushed with anxiety: "Who are these people? Why are they chasing us?"

"I don't know, but the other party has obviously been staring at us for a long time."

The car behind was chasing after him, Cheng Yuan had no chance to catch his breath, and the two of them were about to be forced into a dead end.He gritted his teeth and turned the steering wheel fiercely, and the tires made a screeching sound on the ground.

"Sit still!" Cheng Yuan whispered, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and forced to stop the cars coming out of the alley in front, temporarily buying time for himself.

"No, even if you can keep fighting with them, the fuel in the fuel tank won't last long." Han Yang tensed his face, and fixed his eyes on the rearview mirror.

Cheng Yuan glanced at the fuel gauge, and subconsciously formed the word 'Chuan' between his brows.Han Yang was right, the oil in the fuel tank was not enough for him to drive the car into the suburbs.

Seeing that Cheng Yuan had already run through three red lights, followed by the impatient honking of the horn, Han Yang's blood pressure was going to be high. If the police intervened later...

correct!police!

Han Yang turned his head, stretched out his hand to hold Cheng Yuanli's forearm, and said anxiously: "As long as the police are attracted, don't we have enough time!"

Cheng Yuan's eyes sank, and within three seconds, he immediately turned the steering wheel and ran towards the Mercedes not far away.

Han Yang leaned on the back of the chair and wailed, seeing the Mercedes-Benz deformed and the owner chasing after him out of the car, he was relieved and at the same time felt pain.

Cheng Yuan let go of the steering wheel and turned off the ignition, his hands trembling slightly.

The owner of the car, Xu Shi, had seen Cheng Yuan on TV, and his attitude was not so tough when he rolled his eyes. Instead, he lit a cigarette and leaned on the car to speak slowly:

"It doesn't cost much to repair this car, and the big deal is insurance, so there is no need for compensation, so there is no need to go to the police."

"No, let's go through legal procedures." Cheng Yuan turned his head and glanced at Han Yang who got off the car, and said in a deep voice, "Call the police."

"No, no, you said it's not a big deal, so don't bother."

"I violated the traffic rules. Whether it is running a red light or paying compensation, I should be held accountable. Yangyang should call the police."

"This……"

The driver looked at Cheng Yuan inexplicably. He also read the news that this man should be quite rich. There is really no need to go to war just because of the repair fee of tens of thousands of dollars.

Are rich people's hobbies so wild?

Han Yang hesitated for a while and finally called the police. Those people not far away looked at each other, got in the car and left.

Finally, the night of farce finally came to an end.

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The two made simple notes at the police station, and directly filed a record of being followed. The police called up the road monitoring and found a black car and a silver-gray van following closely behind.

Cheng Yuan contacted the lawyer at the first time, because it was out of self-defense, so he only fined some money and did not detain him.

After finishing everything, it was already ten o'clock in the morning the next day. Han Yang was sitting in the lobby of the police station, wearing Cheng Yuan's coat.He fell asleep for a while, and when he opened his eyes, Cheng Yuan had already bought breakfast, and turned to him and said:

"Get up and eat something, and we'll go back to the hotel after eating."

"It's over?" Han Yang rubbed his eyes, and the smell of porridge and buns came to his nostrils.

For some reason, he always felt that the taste was very greasy, which made him feel sick before he ate it.

Cheng Yuan took out a bun and peeled off the outer skin.The fragrant minced meat was exposed, and as soon as he sent it to Han Yang, the man's pretty face wrinkled into a steamed stuffed bun, and he asked quickly:

"What's the matter? Are you not hungry?"

Han Yang frowned and pushed the bun away, then covered his mouth with his jacket: "Which bun is this? It smells like gutter oil."

Cheng Yuan looked down at the oil dripping from the steamed stuffed bun, and immediately understood.Nodding and smiling, he put away the buns, took up the porridge again, and coaxed: "Then let's not eat buns, how about some porridge?"

"Don't drink." Han Yang curled his lips, feeling nauseated again.On weekdays, he felt that the delicious chicken porridge was soaked in edible glue. It was so sticky that he couldn't arouse his appetite.

"Let's go, go back to the hotel and I'll cook some porridge for you." Cheng Yuan lowered his head and packed up the breakfast, and gave it to the homeless man at the door. He put his arms around Han Yang and stretched out his hand to stop the taxi and went straight to the hotel.

"Why did you just come back?"

Li Zong and Anthony came out of the restaurant of the hotel, seeing the distress of the two of them, they immediately greeted them worriedly.

Han Yang took a look at Cheng Yuan, and decided not to tell Li Zong to avoid his worries, but said: "I just had a fever last night, and I was given an IV in the hospital overnight."

"So serious? I'm going to buy you medicine now." Li Zong was about to go out as he spoke, but was pulled back by Anthony as soon as he lifted his foot. He frowned inexplicably and reprimanded:

"What are you going to do?"

"Let Mr. Han take a good rest, don't make trouble." Anthony's sly eyes wandered over Han Yang's body, and finally stopped on the smooth back of his hand.

Then he smiled, and dragged Li Zong onto the elevator without refusal.But helplessly, Li Zong usually looks like a rookie, and if he is really determined to quarrel with him, Anthony can't do anything about it.

Seeing that Anthony's complexion was getting worse, Han Yang stepped forward and pulled Li Zong back and persuaded softly: "The medicine is all bought, I'll go upstairs and have a good sleep, you can't help me here, Let's go back."

Li Zong looked at him hesitantly: "Then...then you have a good rest, and call me when you wake up."

"Do not worry."

Watching Anthony and Li Zong leave, Han Yang was exhausted all night and began to feel dizzy.He was slightly dazed, staggered, and saw that his body was staggering and about to fall, but fortunately, Cheng Yuan supported him with quick eyesight and hands, and then he was picked up lightly.

"What are you doing?" Han Yang's ears were red, and he struggled a few times to no avail.He had no choice but to bury his head on Cheng Yuan's shoulder and whispered, "You put me down and I can walk by myself."

Cheng Yuan ignored the whispering voices next to him, went straight to the hotel room, and gently put Han Yang on the bed, lifted his bangs and kissed his forehead lightly:

"Get a good sleep first, I'll go to the back kitchen to get some ingredients to cook porridge for you."

"Okay..." Han Yang really didn't have the energy to take a bath, so he took off his clothes and turned over before falling into a drowsy sleep.

Cheng Yuan closed the door and gave the hotel waiter 200 yuan as a tip. After a while, the waiter bought the pot.

He went to the back kitchen to pick out a few fresh vegetables and cut them up, and served soup for Han Yangbao himself. When he returned to his room, he cooked the porridge first, and then fried two light side dishes for Han Yang in an electric frying pan. .

When he finished his dish, the soup was brought up by the waiter.

Cheng Yuan was afraid that Han Yang would catch a cold and taste bad in his mouth, so he specially asked the hotel's dessert master to make some refreshing and delicious desserts according to his list and bring them up together.

Everything was ready, and the newly cooked dishes were placed on the dining table in the room. Han Yang also woke up from the smell, and trotted out barefoot, babbling:

"You did all this?"

Cheng Yuan nodded, and brought out the last lettuce dish with garlic and put it opposite Han Yang.Looking down at the nothing on those fair feet, he frowned, picked up the slippers and knelt down to put them on for Han Yang, and poured another bowl of soup: "Try it, how does it taste?"

Han Yang took a sip of the soup impatiently, the aroma was overflowing, and he immediately gave a thumbs up: "Not bad! Your cooking skills are getting better and better." After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the small kitchen in the room Pots and pans, laughed:

"It's not that the hotel doesn't have a kitchen. Why do you buy so many pots?"

Sitting next to him, Cheng Yuan was not in a hurry to eat. Instead, he added food to Han Yang first: "I'm afraid you don't like the smell of the hotel, so I bought new ones for you to cook in your room. Don't worry, they are all small stir-fries. There is less oily smoke, so it will not set off a fire alarm."