The Unexpected Marriage

Entering a barbecue shop, Joan sat there alone, sad and dejected. She ordered some dishes.

After drinking the wine, she stimulated her nerves, which made her sensitive nerves tremble. This made her feel extremely refreshing.

"Why do I always lose them? Why could people I love be taken away by someone easily? Am I really the worst one?" Joan asked, constantly thinking about it.

Deep down, she knew that she was not the worst one. She was just unlucky today. Moreover, she felt helpless due to her bad luck and some attachment to Darren. These were all her troubles., Why? After thinking this way and thinking twice, the current situation could not be changed. They could only obey the arrangement of destiny, make relative actions and sigh.

But he didn't get anything from it. On the contrary, she felt more depressed and hated the world more. It had always been like this in the world. No one could change it no matter how many people sighed or talked about it.

In this world, we are doing powerless struggle.

She drank some water and was about to leave here helplessly. There was always a pair of viper-like eyes staring at her, which made her feel cold and frightened. It seemed that if she did not leave here, she would be devoured by the cold in the dark, leaving only bones there.

At that time, there were few people on the street. Joan slowly moved forward, feeling cold and lonely. Joan felt powerless about her fate and future!

There were not many people on the road, and Joan stood in white canvas shoes. Thinking of the couple who were talking and laughing in the coffee shop, she couldn't help but laugh, which was very harsh at night. Even the passers-by by the roadside sped up to leave. It seemed like a lot of things were going to happen to Joan.

This was a sense of vigilance.

No one would know that in the darkness, there was someone quietly following her, and a minibus slowly moving forward. What they wanted to do was definitely not something good. Joan was still moving on. She wanted to get out of here and get rid of the feelings.

Her sixth sense told her that she must run away.

A trace of fear in Joan's heart, together with fear and unease, was gradually devouring the soul.

quietly following her. As the street lights were getting dimmer and dimmer, Joan slowly walked towards a corner where no one was

her. She was startled, and before she could react, she was pressed against the mouth

of their faces. 'It seems that they are going to kidnap me!' Frightened, Joan wanted to run away, but someone grabbed her arm and pulled

was then pressed into the minibus. The van was dark and thick with cigarette smoke scattered everywhere.

only thing she could do was to struggle, but

minibus, their the scent of perfume and women's hair. Joan trembled with fear. She wanted to scream for help, but there was

of Darren. He should still be in the

could only be buried in a ditch and was taken to

of running water, frogs and wind were mixing with a

did I have to walk down the street? It was a punishment for me to get abducted., If she could have another choice, she would rather not to meet that

struggle inside

Joan was unable

the street like this., However, this was not the right path that Joan could choose at the moment. She had no choice but to struggle and find a way to make a sound so that she could obtain

and feet were tied up by several strong men who squeezed in. Joan yelled with her eyes full of

sounded. That man sat in the driver's seat, turned on the front light and closed the window. The

on and on with buzzing. It was a minivan. Used for kidnapping, it was the best tool. The minibus sped along the street, becoming farther and farther away from the downtown. Helplessly, Joan found that she did not know the way here. She

and the Joan's helplessness. It began to rain, as if she

halt soon. The men in the minibus all came out, dragging the tied Joan, and threw

disgust. She seemed to hate Joan a lot and

a cage, struggling powerlessly,

mouth. The sharp pain made her cry. "Boohoo. Who are you? " Joan shouted, unable to see who was behind

of her high heels stepping on the floor. She was as beautiful as an iceberg, as beautiful as a rose in the snow, as the most beautiful person., "Jean! It's you! "