Drunk in love

Part 69

why in the fog felt that the body has been shaking, a little more intense, his head hit the hard object, the pain stimulated him to barely open his eyelids, the body can not move, the brain is also extremely muddy, into the eye of the picture he analyzed for half a day, only to determine that it is the roof, and he, as if stuck in the gap in the rear seat.

he was kidnapped...

who would kidnap him? song juhan...

wrong......

why do you feel that the eyelids are like a thousand pounds, slowly falling down.

it was another impact, and he was awake again, and he desperately tried to sense his body, but his body was so soft that he couldn't even move his fingers.

he heard a swearing sound from the driver's seat and a man on the phone: "come and help me!" got hooked! no! not the police! he wants to stop me! why his heart was

full of fear, knowing that he was in danger but could not even lift his eyelids, this feeling was too helpless, it was a fish on the chopping board.

who will be crashing? why don't you call the police?

the car made a sharp turn, turned on a potholed road, the speed was slightly slower, but why did he feel that his body was thrown up for a while, and then fell to the ground, his stomach turned upside down, his head was knocked several times, but he did not even have the strength to vomit.

in a moment of dizziness, he fell asleep again.

suddenly, the car stopped, the driver's seat roughly opened the door, and there was a fight and a scream outside the car.

why felt a cool breeze pour in, the car door was opened, and a familiar and anxious voice sounded overhead: "why, why!" you're all right!"

i couldn't move, i could only blink my eyes reluctantly. tthere was only one thought in his mind- song juhan, it was song juhan!

he felt his body being pulled up from the narrow gap and moved to the back seat. his waist was weak, and he leaned back uncontrollably.

suddenly, with only a muffled hum, the powerful hands that had grabbed him loosened.

he was flustered, he wanted to shout, but there was only a low moan in his throat.

there was a cacophony of running outside, it was supposed to be a lot of people coming, and the sounds of fighting and roaring sounded again.

why was it that he tried all the strength, stretched out his eyelids, tried several times, and finally grabbed the seat belt buckle with his hand, he wanted to pull his body up, he wanted to see how song juhan was, but he tried several times, and his hand slipped off.

he bit his lip undeterminedly, and the pain finally made him wake up a little more, and he reluctantly pulled his body up through the seat belt buckle.

outside the car was a dark forest, probably a certain park, at this time, there was almost no one, song juhan was surrounded by seven or eight people in the middle, each carrying an iron rod in his hand, smashing his face at him.

why watching song juhan being sucked to the ground by a stick, his heart went up to his throat.

"residence... cold..." he cried out, like a mosquito.

but in that dangerous and noisy environment, song juhan actually heard it, he turned his head, the corners of his forehead were bleeding, and in the vicious eyes that were too late to retract, he suddenly attached a few traces of worry and reassurance

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someone shouted, "change the man to another car." song juhan

kicked away the people who rushed up, slammed the car door shut, and then pressed his back against the car door.