One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

“Aaron, you did very well today…”

“In what way?” he felt extremely good and teased her.

“Regardless of in bed or… he he…” Mu Wanrou pointed a delicate finger to his chest, looking sensual and dreamy.

He was unconsciously attracted to her charming appearance, and his body could not help but to lean toward her again. “Wanrou… may I ask for it again?”

“No, you’re being greedy. You just had me twice. Knock it off!”

“He he! Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” He obediently let go of her.

She stood up. With the careful re-application of her makeup, she remained elegant and dignified.

Yun Shishi, let me see how you escape this!

The Santana spurred on toward West Taihu Lake Valley.

However, sometime later, glaring headlights kept flashing from behind.

The intense roaring of a sports car’s engine could incessantly be heard. It was as if an enraged male lion with menacing eyes were chasing them.

“What’s the matter with that car? It’s been following us for quite some time now!” The driver adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror. The constantly flashing headlights from behind were so bright they almost blinded him.

It was a limited-edition Bugatti Veyron, worth tens of millions. It went without saying that the car was expensive.

“Leave it alone. Just continue driving!”

The concierge was not in the mood to care about anything else and just ordered him to continue driving.

BEEP! The horn of the sports car behind them suddenly blared.

When the Santana did not show any signs of stopping, the driver of the Bugatti Veyron suddenly stepped on the accelerator, switched lanes, and overtook the other car with ease. Drifting to the front, the Bugatti Veyron stopped horizontally in the middle of the road and effectively blocked the Santana’s way.

The driver was startled into stepping on the brakes and brought the Santana into a screeching halt mere inches away from the sports car. He was so shocked he zoned out in his seat, his forehead beading with cold sweat.

The concierge was equally shocked, but before they could react in time, the door of the Bugatti Veyron in front opened, and a man with a tall frame walked closer to them in the opposite direction of the moonlight.

The driver’s mind was invaded with doubts. “Who’s this person?”

“Who knows? I don’t know him as well…”

Mu Yazhe walked to the side of the Santana. He lowered his head to peer inside and spotted a disoriented Yun Shishi slumped against the back seat. Her eyes were tightly shut and her brows were deeply knitted – she seemed to be enduring some sort of discomfort.

He arched an elegant brow, his lips curling upward coldly.

The car window was lowered.

The driver stuck his head out and lashed out at him, “You careless pr*ck! What are you blocking the road for? Don’t drag others with you if you want to commit suicide!”

Mu Yazhe said, “Unlock it.”

“Huh?”

“Unlock the door.”

A figure came stumbling out of the sports car.

Tang Yu got off the car in a hurry and ran to the edge of the grass field, throwing up to her heart’s content.

She had drunk a lot earlier, and the car sped on the road at an unbelievable speed, even going past a few red lights. To maintain her image, she managed not to throw up in the vehicle.

“What are you doing? You’re not trying to hijack us, are you!” The driver was scared out of his wits.

This was an impossible supposition, though. He had never seen someone driving a car, which was worth tens of millions, hijack a Santana before!

“What are you trying to do?”

“My woman is in your car.”

The corner of his lips twitched. “Are you kidding me? Your woman? Who are you?”

“Don’t test my patience.”

“1…”

“2…”

The silence of the night was broken by the sound of a gun being cocked.

In the next second, the center of the driver’s brows was being aimed at with a gun point-blank.

The muzzle of the gun was emanating thick and cold smoke.

The driver instantly paled. He was so shocked his lips trembled. The door was unlocked.