We Are Meant To Be

Suddenly, a sound of a car engine came from the direction of the intersection, and a Bentley drove to the gate and stopped.

The person in the driver's seat was Xinping Fang, and the back seat... seemed that a man lean against her!

Christy Zhong quickly opened the door and greeted them out.

Xinping got out of the car and opened the rear door, pointed at the man and said to Christy: "Quickly, help me help him into the house!"

Christy responded and attempted to work with her to get the man out, but Xinping's cell phone rang.

Xinping cursed and took her mobile phone to the side of the road to answer, Christy looked down at the man.

What? ! Don’t this handsome face with sharp edges and corners look like James Feng? ! Christy leaned over to look at him obsessively.

"Water...I want water..." James whispered with his eyes closed, strange redness floating on his cheeks.

Is this James Xinping's current boyfriend? Christy looked at him suspiciously, then turned to look at Xinping who was arguing with the person on the other side of the phone.

It was known that Xinping has been splitting up and reuniting with her first boyfriend. Seeing how excited she was now on the phone, Christy was afraid that she still had trouble with her boyfriend.

"Wait! I'll be right there!" Xinping groaned suddenly, hung up the phone and rushed over to Christy with high heels, "Honey, I have to go, you help me get this man into the house first, please!" After speaking, she turned and ran to the intersection.

"Hey, you come back first--" Christy shouted at Xinping. But Xinping had already stopped a taxi, and got into the car without responding her yelling, left.

A big sweaty hand suddenly put on Christy's wrist, and the man opened his scarlet eyes and muttered, "Give me water, water!"

"Oh oh." Christy looked around, took out a bottle of mineral water from the grocery bag, opened the lid, and stuffed it into his hand. But seeing that he seemed unable to drink water by himself, she had to feed him with the bottle, poured in at his mouth.

a few sips of water, recovering a little, and he fixedly looked at Christy.

asked James, pointing to the water

motionlessly, Christy felt that her fine hair stand up under his staring. She twisted the bottle cap and put it back in the grocery bag, then leaned forward to him, "Come on, I will help you

As soon as her voice fell, the man's two big hands quickly grabbed her neck and dragged her into

but her slender body was tightly held by him, and he buried his head frantically and kissed her on the

Is he crazy? !

scratching him with her

her cheeks tightly and pried her tightly closed teeth. The hot tongue rushed in with

him. No matter how Christy shouted, it was futile. She was almost out of her mind. She freed her hand to try to find something that could hit him, but only saw a crystal ball on the back seat. She immediately squeezed it, and slammed it on the back of his

eyes rolled, and his huge body tilted into

Bang! She close the car door vigorously, gasping

of Xinping who drugged him! What can I do now? How to deal with

her to help him into the house, but she would not and dared not to move him again, for fear that he would do something inappropriate to her again if he

didn't know what to

she didn't bring it out. Looking around, there was a drill black mobile phone lying on the ground. And the name that appeared on

Pick up or not?

Christy bit her finger, thinking with her brain like a motor running fast, and finally decided to pick

was about to be disconnected, Christy answered softly, "Hello?"

Feng's cell phone."Junyan asked in

while, wondering if she should say her name directly? But she was afraid of causing

speak, you took Mr. Feng's cell phone but didn't speak, who are you and what do you want?" Junyan, over the line, seeing that the other side not speak for a long time, asked in a

me

voice: "Is Mr. Feng with

said the address, Junyan hung up.

a day! Already very tired, Christy did not expect that she would

car from time to time. She had already figured out how to respond to Junyan's