Chapter 1771 Girls Are Not Pretty when They Cry

"Achu!" Bruce threw the cup and ran out. He had planned everything, but he didn't expect Yechu to run away. When Bruce chased her out, she had disappeared. One of her arms was still injured, but she was fast. She disappeared in a blink of an eye. Bruce cursed and hurriedly called the group of mercenaries.

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In the daytime, in the car.

Mu Yuan drove the car and glanced at the quiet little girl next to him. This was a fate given by God. He had already tracked down their whereabouts. He knocked on the door in the name of the police, and Yechu ran out. It was like someone handed him a pillow when he was dozing off. It was just what he wanted. She was wearing a black sweatshirt and a hat. She wrapped herself up like a small person and huddled in the passenger seat.

Mu Yuan drove while smoking. Was he driving from Los Angeles back to New York?

"Excuse me, why don't we take a plane?"

"I don't have a passport."

Mu Yuan was silent for a moment, then patted his head. Ye Tingyun didn't get you a passport for so long, so he didn't let you run away, didn't he, didn't he? It's not difficult for him to get a fake passport here, but the problem is that Ye Chu is a wounded soldier, and he has no experience in customs. If he is found to have a fake passport, he will be in trouble.

"Ye Tingyun has a plane to pick you up."

"I haven't thought about it yet." Ye Chu put on a cold attitude of not wanting to deal with people, turned over, and turned his back to Mu Yuan.

This little trouble.

Mu Yuan held a cigarette in his mouth, called Ye Tingyun first, reported his safety, and complained about his little ancestor asking him to be a driver all the way back, and also expressed the central idea that she is your ancestor, not my ancestor.

Ye Tingyun asked Mu Yuan to give the phone to Ye Chu, but she didn't answer. Mu Yuan called twice, but Ye Chu didn't know whether she was pretending to be dead or sleeping, and ignored him. Mu Yuan had a headache.

Ye Tingyun said, "Then let's drive back."

"Ye Tingyun, your uncle!" Mu Yuan was angry, "The whole journey from Los Angeles to New York is thousands of kilometers. I drive her every day, and it takes at most eight or nine hours. It will take a week at most. Do you think I'm so free?"

Ye Tingyun said, "Conditions."

"No problem!" Mu Yuan changed his face in a second, whistled, and smoked a cigarette in a chic way, "I haven't thought about it yet. When I get to New York, I will think of it."

"Her arm is injured. Please pay attention to changing her dressing and see if there are other injuries in the car accident."

Ye Chu refused to say a word, even he refused to pay attention to what happened. Ye Chu was troubled by the dream and entangled. For the first time, she wanted to know what she had forgotten that year and why she always dreamed about irrelevant people.

But the more she thought about it, the more headache she had and the more impatient she became. She left Bruce with a sense of unwillingness, but why was she unwilling? She didn't even figure it out, so how could she be willing to see Ye Tingyun. Bruce's sending someone to hit her with a car also left a mark in her heart. She was depressed, lonely, sad, helpless, and all the negative emotions came at once.

I want to cry!

It was a kind of grievance that could not be expressed.

"Little sister, don't cry." Mu Yuan was sensitive to her crying, threw away the cigarette, and stopped the car next to the interstate highway. "Don't cry, girls are not beautiful when they cry. You must be thinking about Ye Tingyun, right? Let's take a plane. Consider it?"

"No!"

Mu Yuan thought to himself, don't hesitate for three seconds?

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We are going to be in a mess all the way back.

Girls, in the evening, please participate in more support activities. The small theater is around nine o'clock.