Chapter 1218: It turns out she still loves him (1)

She continued to walk barefoot, Ji Jinchuan twisted her eyebrow, stopped the car on the side of the road, and quickly stepped forward to grab her arm.
"boarding."
Shen Youran shook his hand away: "Release!"
Ji Jinchuan said warmly and annoyingly: "You can't go back even if you break your two feet."
Her stubborn temper was the same as it was five years ago.
Shen Youran stared at him coldly: "No need to control you!"
Seeing that she could not be moved, Ji Jinchuan carried her on his shoulders, ignored her kick, walked to the car, and then tucked her in.
Hearing the door lock, Shen Youran was angry: "Ji Jinchuan!"
The man looked calm, started the engine, and the car went on the road.
Shen’s death was caused by Ji Shaoheng, so Shen Youran increasingly wanted not to have any relationship with their Ji family.
The anger in her heart was getting stronger and stronger, she picked up the incense on the shelf and threw it over, Ji Jinchuan's head turned away.
Her dark black eyes were burning with flames: "Let me go!"
Ji Jinchuan looked forward, unmoved.
"Ji Jinchuan!"
Her anger had reached the top, she rushed forward to grab the steering wheel with him, and the car drove into an S shape on the road.
Grandpa Shen’s death hovered in her mind, filled with every nerve of her. She was like crazy, with hatred for Ji family in her heart, desperate to get off, want to stay away from him .
The car drove out of the road and saw that it was about to hit the road ahead. Ji Jinchuan couldn't stop her, holding her sideways in her arms and protecting her head.
Embraced by the man in his arms, Shen Youran felt that his eyes were black, and then with a "bang", the car hit the tree.
The violent shaking left her head blank for a moment, and she felt a viscous liquid on her face. She raised her hand and touched it, which seemed to have a smell.
"Ji Jinchuan?"
She shouted the man's name, the person above her head did not answer, and a thick liquid dripped on her forehead.
She pushed away Jin Jinchuan vigorously, looking at the man who did not know whether it was dead or fainting, and panicked instantly, shaking his arm.
"Ji Jinchuan? You wake up!"
The lights in the car were a little dark. Ji Jinchuan leaned on the back of the chair. A bright red liquid crossed his face. The car was filled with a thick smell.
"Ji Jinchuan--"
Shen Youran's panicked Liushenwuzhu was filled with fear in her heart, like the entanglement of a circle of vines, pulling her atrium.
She leaned over and took her phone in his pocket, shaking her hands so badly, whether it was a trouser pocket or a pocket, she touched it, but it didn't.
There was mist rising under her eyes, obscuring her vision. She panicked like a headless fly, not knowing what to do.
The trembling hand was held by a big one, and the man's voice was weak and deep: "Mobile phone..."
In a panic, she didn't even see the phone lying on the storage shelf.
The windshield in front shattered and fell on the shelf. When she reached for the phone, the glass stuck into her palm, and she could not feel any pain.
"What's the password?" There was fear and confusion in her voice.
The man answered: "Your birthday."
Now, she has been unable to think about why his cell phone password has not changed after so many years.
Her hands were shaking tremendously, her phone almost fell, and she failed to enter the password several times.
The man mastered her arm, and the temperature in her palm ironed her skin: "Don't panic."