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Before the little rabbit walked in, the wolf had already spotted him keenly.

An Yang turned his head slightly to see Song Nai who was approaching from the corner of the eye, concealed the calculation in his eyes, raised the corner of his mouth, and showed his trademark harmless smile, "Brother Bunny, you are so slow, I'm going to show you melted."

"What did you call me out for?"

Song Nai wiped the sweat from his forehead, and before he could let go, he was suddenly carried by An Yang into the car. As soon as his butt touched the hot leather seat, the Kawasaki H2 was ejected without warning. The trachea turned red and made a terrible roar.

"An Yang!"

Song Nai frantically grabbed the clothes of the person in front of him, his eyes were blinded by the wind.

He rushed to the end of the road almost instantly, passed the security booth, and the speed slowed down. Song Nai felt the chest vibration of the person in front of him laughing through his clothes, and the boy's naughty voice sounded through the helmet, "Just kidding."

Even at a gentle speed, it was a bit fast for Song Nai. They drove out of the villa area and turned left and right on the endlessly flowing avenue.

Song Nai was a little angry at his series of arbitrary behaviors, but at this moment he could only cling to the only pillar in front of him like a koala, afraid of falling, "Where are you taking me?"

Lack of restraint led to An Yang's rather selfish personality. He didn't say a word when he didn't want to speak. He concentrated on enjoying the joy of galloping in the wind, and ignored the little rabbit who kept asking questions behind him.

After 10 minutes, Kawasaki H2 finally stopped in front of a familiar hospital.

An Yang jumped out of the car with a long leg, and took the lead to get out of the car. He took off his helmet and rubbed his messy hair. Song Nai, who was hurriedly climbing out of the car, smiled, and finally explained:

"Brother Little Rabbit's head needs to be unstitched."

Song Nai rubbed his head, the little hat that concealed his ugliness had been taken away by the wind, and he didn't know which street it landed on so that the passing vehicles could run over him to his heart's content.

The wind made his head dizzy and blew out his breath. He quietly let An Yang take him to remove the thread.After the removal, the doctor casually said that the injured hair follicles would no longer grow hair, and the sutures might need hair transplantation.

Song Nai still wanted to say something, but the patients behind couldn't wait any longer, several relatives squeezed into the consultation room with an old man Wu Yangyang between them, Song Nai had no choice but to back out.

Halfway through, he stopped suddenly, and sat down in the stairwell where people were coming and going, his eyes slowly turning red.

The culprit was standing behind him, speaking hypocritical consolation without any shame, and with a flick of his eye, he handed over a piece of paper from behind him.

Song Nai turned his face away, ignoring him, the paper relentlessly poked at the corner of his eye, while you chased me and dodged, the hard corner of the napkin touched the soft eyeball, Song Nai's tears burst into tears Forced to come out, he grabbed that hand irritably, and the annoying hand finally disappeared, but his tears fell more and more, and wet his khaki shorts.

He was already in a bad mood, but An Yang's appearance just made things worse.

Song Nai took a deep breath, stood up, and walked down the stairs with messy hair and a face swollen by bee stings. Two swaying shadows were cast on the wall, overlapping and criss-crossing. It was An Yang who followed him all the time.

Walking out of the crowded outpatient building, under the sun, there are rows of taxis. At noon, there are many taxis waiting for business at the gate of the third-level hospital. An empty car has the window down, and the taxi driver waved his hand to look around. Song Nai gets in the car.

Just as Song Nai took a step, An Yang repeated his old trick, picked up the man and stuffed it directly into the back seat of his car, quickly turned the accelerator, and the locomotive flew out against the ground with a bang, and drove on the way to leave.

Song Nai was about to die of anger, but he didn't dare to let go. In desperation, he showed his rabbit teeth and bit the shoulder of the person in front of him.

Tsk, rabbits bite people when they are in a hurry.

It didn't hurt through the clothes, An Yang made an exaggerated "hiss—" on purpose, dragged on for a long time, Song Nai froze, and let go, the cloth was stained with shiny saliva, and the rabbit who was angry felt embarrassed Rub it off with your hands.

Song Nai shook his clothes, "Put me down, I'm going back."

An Yang said without hesitation: "Okay."

Song Nai breathed a sigh of relief as the familiar street scene flew past him in reverse, but when passing an intersection, the car turned and suddenly drove onto the inner ring elevated road. A tunnel with dim lights flashing overhead.

When the sun brightened his field of vision again, the locomotive had already driven on the road into the mountain. City A is full of mountains and hills, and the city is built on the mountain. Song Nai had never been here before, and the greenery everywhere made him a little panicked. Young's helmet said again, "I'm going home!"

"Do you really want to go back?"

An Yang's voice clearly pierced through the wind and rang in his ears, "Is that your home? What's so good about going back, do you like being ordered around?"

Song Nai was taken aback, the mountain became steeper as he climbed, and the city not far away became a chessboard at his feet. The angle of the rushing upwards was like riding a roller coaster, and his buttocks slid backwards. Needless to say, An Yang, Song Nai Nai had already given up the corners of his clothes, his folded arms tightened around the waist of the person in front of him, his head was pressed firmly against his back, and a bunch of creases appeared around his closed eyes.

"Brother Rabbit, look quickly, that flower is so beautiful."

After driving for a while, the car slowed down, Song Nai opened his eyes half-believingly after hearing his words, and almost died on the spot.

They had already reached a fairly high height at this time, almost approaching the top of the mountain. The car body was close to the guardrail. If you fall, you will be poked full of holes. Song Nai just glanced at it and his lips turned white. He turned his head in one direction, tightened An Yang's waist, and said in a trembling voice, "What are you doing?"

An Yang didn't answer, and twisted the brake handle on purpose, the car body trembled suddenly, Song Nai's chest bumped into his back, and he was caught off guard in a cold sweat. Afterwards, the car shook like a cassette, and it didn't take long to drive. Regardless of the feeling of the brake pads, Song Nai soon smelled something burnt.

"An Yang, stop playing." Song Nai's tone was angry and terrified. An Yang felt his tension and force, and couldn't help laughing. The helmet windshield reflected white light.

Occasionally, a car passed by on the road between the mountains and forests. An Yang could always avoid it flexibly when Song Nai yelled in fear. The hot sweat on his back was dried by the wind. This kind of stimulation within the safety threshold made Song Nai The fear in my heart gradually turned to excitement, and the teeth parted from the lips, and a laugh leaked out.

Without looking back, An Yang leaned down, squeezed the accelerator handle, and accelerated the speed suddenly. The manic sound wave blew up the fine dust and gravel on the ground, rolled into the bottom of the tire and crushed into fine powder.

"Brother Rabbit, the wind can take away all troubles, right?"

"En." Song Nai's throat relaxed, and his voice became relaxed and natural.

Kawasaki H2 is not equipped with a rearview mirror, but An Yang has already seen the appearance of a little rabbit with two small dimples in front of his eyes.