C851 He Would Take Jun Yan with Him
"Miss Jun Yan."
Jun Yan finally heard what the other party was saying.
He greeted her with a respectful tone. It must not be a robbery or a kidnapping.
"Miss Jun Yan, we are from Tang Family in B City. I think Miss Jun has heard of us. Our young master is currently in Dongyang Hotel. The young master wants to see Miss Jun. Please follow us. Miss Jun can rest assured. After you meet our young master, we will escort Miss Jun back home. "
Tang Yi's men?
Jun Yan did not expect to meet the people of Tang Family again so soon.
"Go back and tell your young master that I don't have any relationship with him. I don't want to see him."
Even if Jun Yan had some interest in Tang Yi, she didn't like Tang Yi to see her in such a way. He was like an emperor, and she was a small figure waiting to be summoned.
If Tang Yi really wanted to see her, he should come personally instead of sending someone to stop her car in the middle of the night.
"Miss Jun, please come with us."
The Tang Family's bodyguards insisted.
The young master said that he wanted to see Miss Jun tonight, so they had to do it.
"Don't you understand what I'm saying? I won't go with you. If your young master really wants to see me, then let him pay me a visit during the day. Our Jun Family is quite hospitable. We won't let the dogs and wolves bite him just because he is Young Master Tang. "
The bodyguards of the Tang Family were speechless.
So the people of the Jun Family were planning to raise the wolfdogs to bite the young master.
"Miss Jun, we are sincerely inviting Miss Jun. We hope that Miss Jun will not refuse a toast and drink a forfeit."
When the bodyguard said this, Jun Yan became interested, "How should we eat your forfeit wine? I have drunk all kinds of wine, but I have never drunk a forfeit wine."
Just as Jun Yan finished speaking, the window on the other side of her car broke.
It was shattered by a punch.
She turned her head.
When she saw a bodyguard from the Tang Family standing in front of the window of the passenger seat, she didn't notice when the man who broke the window with a punch left.
Looking at the broken glass of the car and the chair, and then looking at the man, his hand wasn't injured.
If she didn't get out of the car, the man would come in through the window and drag her out of the car.
"Nice boxing."
Jun Yan opened the car door and got out of the car. She patted the window beside the driver's seat and said, "Come, come, come. Break the window here as well. Otherwise, when your young master compensates me for my new car, he will feel that it was too much of a loss."
The bodyguard was silent and did not move.
The leading bodyguard saw Jun Yan get out of the car and waved his hand. His companion went forward and said apologetically, "Miss Jun, sorry for offending you."
After saying that, he prepared to forcefully take Jun Yan away.
Who knew that Jun Yan would kick out.
As a precious child of Jun Family, she was held in the hands of her parents and brothers. When she was young, she arranged many bodyguards to protect her. Because she did not like to go out and bring bodyguards with her, her family sent her to learn martial arts for a few years.
It was better to rely on oneself than relying on others.1
She did not need to learn to be a martial arts master. It was fine as long as she could protect herself when she encountered danger.
Jun Yan thought that she could drag it out until Fifth Brother or the police arrived.
If it was an ordinary man, she would definitely be able to fight four of them alone. Unfortunately, she met Tang Yi's personal bodyguard tonight. He was very skilled. Jun Yan fought four of them alone and did not have the chance to win at all.
In just a few minutes, she was defeated and knocked out. She was taken away.
"Miss Jun's car is also driven away."
The leading bodyguard instructed his companions.
After they carried Jun Yan into the car, they quickly left the scene of the incident.
When the police and the Jun Family brothers arrived at the scene, they only saw glass fragments on the floor.
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