Chapter: 2507

Performance is definitely not performance, but there is some reason to die.

Gradually, many people came to their senses, and a number of private cars drove past curiously.

After seeing the situation from the front side, his face changed.

The whole car, as if it had been crushed by a rolling machine, became a pancake-like existence, which was terrible.

Only three minutes had passed.

"Buzz buzz."

Dozens of police cars crazily drove over from various intersections.

Seeing so many police officers, more people's faces changed drastically.

"This is really a monstrous accident!"

"Could it be the Mercedes-Benz team that left before that caused this?"

"Could it be the young man who got out of the car alone? How did he do it?"

"..."

Many people are guessing.

They also knew that this incident should have something to do with the young man who got off the bus.

And Zhang Han, the person involved, was chatting softly with Zi Yan while driving the car.

When she just left, Zi Yan also heard the dull sound of counting from the back.

She knew that it was Zhang Han who made the move, Zi Yan pursed her red lips, she didn't say anything, and she didn't look back at them.

Zhang Han was worried that Zi Yan would be afraid, so he stretched out his right hand, gently touched Zi Yan's head, and said softly:

"Don't be afraid, I won't put you in danger with me."

Zi Yan pursed her lips, like a kitten, rubbed her white and tender cheek against Zhang Han's arm, then raised her right hand, and pointed to her hair with her left hand:

"I know, because they are there, I can feel them, I am not afraid, just a little nervous."

"Well." Zhang Han smiled lightly, and then moved away from the topic:

"The Rong family's uncle, aunt, and second uncle are here. They are waiting for us to go back to the hotel. They want to entertain them."

"They came today? Are they in the hotel now? Well, then I haven't dressed up." Zi Yan stroked her hair and said.

"It's okay, you are very beautiful now, and you are perfectly dressed." Zhang Han praised.

"Really? But I think the hair should be coiled up, and I should dress more dignifiedly." Zi Yan looked at her attire, and said, "Does this suit suit?"

"Of course it is suitable." Zhang Han said with a light smile.

So the two chatted.

I just drove back for more than ten minutes, and there were almost no pedestrians at the front intersection. There were three Humvees on the left and right sides, and eight men stood outside the car, each in blue clothes, with the logo of the National Security Bureau on the right shoulder.

At this time, Zhang Han suddenly said: