Chapter 800 If You Don’t Marry, I Won’t Marry (20)

Song Qingchun barely gave Su Zhinian any time to react before she turned the steering wheel hard. With a sharp and piercing sound of brakes, her car body drew more than half an arc on the road, turning sideways and turning directly forward. The roads were all blocked, and Su Zhinian, who was forced to overtake her, had to slam on the brakes in desperation.

Due to inertia, Su Zhinian's car still hit Song Qingchun's car despite the sound of emergency braking.

When her car was parked in front of his car, the driver's door happened to be facing the front of his car. She was sitting in the driver's seat. If he bumped into it like this, he might hurt her inside... In desperation, Su Zhi Nian suddenly turned the steering wheel to full speed, and his car hit the guardrail pillar on the side just a second before it was about to hit her car.

With a loud "bang", Su Zhinian's whole body leaned forward violently. Through the windshield, he saw the front hood of his car flipped up and white smoke coming out.

This feeling was because he reacted quickly and hit the guardrail. If he hit her car, such an impact... Su Zhinian, who did not dare to continue to assume, his face instantly became gloomy.

Does she want to die? To do such a dangerous thing on the road!

What nonsense!

Su Zhinian angrily pulled off his seat belt, pushed open the car door, and angrily got out of the car.

At the same time, Song Qingchun's car door not far away was also pushed open with great force. She bent over and got out of the car.

She didn't even close the car door, stepped on her high heels and ran straight towards him.

When Su Zhinian thought of the thrilling scene that Song Qingchun had caused just now, he was so angry that he wanted to strangle her to death. He slammed the door with his backhand and scolded Song Qingchun who was coming towards him angrily. Get up: "Song Qingchun, why are you so angry? Do you know what you are doing? How long are you going to make trouble..."

Before Su Zhinian could finish his next words, Song Qingchun, who was about half a meter away from him, couldn't help but throw the bag in his hand at his face: "Su Zhinian, what are you doing?" Shut up! Who are you talking about having convulsions?"

Song Qingchun's movements were incredibly fast, without any warning at all. It wasn't until her bag was about to hit Su Zhinian's face that the man realized something was happening. He turned his head in panic, and the bag flew past his ear. He walked over and the bag chain scratched his ear, causing a raw pain.

As the bag hit Su Zhinian's car with a loud bang, Su Zhinian realized that Song Qingchun had walked in front of him. He moved his lips and just said the word "you". Song Qingchun raised her hands, pointed at his chest, and pushed hard. The unsuspecting man was pushed back two steps by her force, and he hit the car behind him. It made a loud noise.

"You, you, you, you, you, you! I think you have a seizure!"

Su Zhinian hadn't recovered from the severe pain in his waist. Song Qingchun didn't give him a chance at all. He bullied him again and put his arm hard on his neck, tightening his whole body. Pressing him tightly against the car body, he raised his fist without any explanation and punched him hard on the chin.

Her force caused Su Zhinian's head to hit hard against the hard vehicle skin.