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Just when Zhao Meiyan opened her mouth to express her presence.

Leng Yanchi's words made her tremble all over.

"Can you drive?" Leng Yanchi asked Tang Jinjin.

Tang Jinjin originally wanted to annoy him and tell him and Zhao Meiyan to get out of her sight quickly.

Unexpectedly, instead of being annoyed, Leng Yanchi asked her if she could drive.

Tang Jinjin raised her head, her palm-sized face was full of aura, "Yes."

Not long after she got her driver's license, the first time she drove was...

That evening.

Thinking of that terrible incident, Tang Jinjin's soft white face suddenly turned pale, and she immediately lowered her head to look at the braised prawns in front of her.

Leng Yanchi tilted his head slightly and looked at her seriously.

"When was the last time you drove?"

That's probably the case with sprinkling salt on the so-called scars.

"At driving school!" Tang Jinjin blurted out.

Leng Yanchi asked again: "A new driver's license?"

Hearing this, Tang Jinjin frowned, the avoidance and uneasiness written all over her face.

She regretted that she could drive.

But the words have already been said, and I can't take them back, so I can only answer with a brave face.

"Well, why are you asking these questions?" Tang Jinjin's voice became a little displeased.

Every word spoken at this time made that nightmare sweep through his body again.

The experience of shame and humiliation was about to overwhelm her rationality.

When Zhao Meiyan, who was on the side, heard this, she felt an ominous premonition in her heart.

Looking at Tang Jinjin, her eyes seemed to stare at her whole body.

Leng Yanchi is not a talkative person, why would he ask such a question?
Zhao Meiyan looked at Tang Jinjin's figure and her voice. Although the driving recorder in the car did not reveal the woman's clear appearance, the general outline and figure were petite.

And the voice is somewhat similar to Tang Jinjin!
Could it be that Tang Jinjin was the one who drove the car away and had a relationship with Leng Yanchi?

Zhao Meiyan was shocked by this thought.

That kind of cold rushes from the bottom of the feet to the top of the sky in an instant, and the breathing is also condensed in an instant.

The more they compare, the more similar they feel. Zhao Meiyan feels that she is sitting, and her whole body is also precarious. "I heard that people who just got their driver's license are afraid to drive on the road, Jinjin, you have to drive more so that you don't forget, or you will be even more afraid to drive in the future."

Zhao Meiyan's voice trembled when she said these words, and her flawless face was covered with frost.

If Zhao Meiyan joins forcefully, the atmosphere between the two will not be so heavy.

"Hmm." Tang Jinjin replied sullenly.

After answering, all appetite is gone.

"Brother Yan Chi asked if he wanted to give me a car? I prefer Lamborghini and Ferrari~ the expensive ones."

Tang Jinjin wiped the corners of her lips gracefully with a napkin, pretending to look expectant.

Those aura-filled eyebrows and eyes carried a yearning for luxury cars, like a gold digger.

Leng Yanchi looked at her with heavy eyes, then lowered his eyes, but didn't speak.

However, even so, the doubts in his heart still did not dissipate.

"Master Leng, after lunch, are you going to the company? Then Jinjin, we can get together." Zhao Meiyan stepped forward and looked at Tang Jinjin expectantly.

But she was standing beside Leng Yanchi, looking at her with the tone and eyes of a hostess.

Tang Jinjin ignored it: "No need, Mommy will pick me up later."

"Oh, your hands are better. I heard that you are the designer of fondant cakes. Your hands..."

Tang Jinjin glanced at his right hand.

The gauze has been removed, but the more serious fingers are still wrapped in gauze.

I don't know how these hands are recovering.

She moved a little bit and thought it was okay.

Tang Jinjin lost her appetite, walked to the sofa, and picked up an apple and a fruit knife from the coffee table.

I want to test how flexible my hands are.

Seeing her depressed mood, Leng Yanchi's eyes lingered for a few more seconds.

"Withdrawn."

She doesn't eat, and he doesn't have much appetite for meals.

Standing by the side, Zhao Meiyan clearly felt the change in Leng Yanchi's mood.

She took this suspicion to heart and watched Tang Jinjin making carvings out of apples.

Seems to be doing recovery training.

Zhao Miyan has a plan!
At this moment, Leng Yanchi's phone rang, and he glanced at the caller ID, then got up and answered the phone.

Tang Jinjin sat there, peeled the apple, cut a small piece and carved a rose.

Although a little dull, but fortunately, it can be seen.

Zhao Meiyan walked over and sat next to Tang Jinjin.

"Jinjin, if you want to eat an apple, I'll peel it for you. If your hand is injured, don't do it yourself." Zhao Meiyan said and went to grab the fruit knife and apple from Tang Jinjin's hand.

Wanting to peel apples for Tang Jinjin is fake, but wanting to take her blood is real.

Zhao Meiyan was very sudden and quick. From walking to sitting down and saying this, it took only two seconds, and Tang Jinjin didn't have the slightest room to react.

Tang Jinjin was immersed in the joy that her hand was not damaged and was still very flexible. Just two seconds after she was not happy, Zhao Mei grabbed her knife like a madman.

With one wrong force, the tip of the thumb of Tang Jinjin's left hand was pierced with a bloody hole by the point of the knife.

Fortunately, she restrained the force, and the stab wound was not deep.

Seeing that her index finger was bleeding, Zhao Meiyan immediately wrapped her in a tissue.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Jinjin, are you okay? Don't hurt me with the knife." Zhao Meiyan apologized immediately, with panic in her soft voice, she went to wrap Tang Jinjin's wound with one hand, and firmly held her injured right hand with the other, trying to snatch her away. fruit knife.

Leng Yanchi just answered the phone without saying a word, when he looked back, he saw two girls grabbing fruit knives!

Tang Jinjin looked at this intentional and contrived woman with cold eyes, her right hand was so painful that she had to let go of it.

But just when she let go of Zhao Meiyan's hand, at that moment, Zhao Meiyan pulled her hand forward directly from the action of holding her hand.The action of shaking hands becomes holding the tip of a knife.

Then when he pulled, it turned into Tang Jinjin stabbing forward. "Ah!" Zhao Meiyan held the blade of the knife in her hand, and she was bleeding from the cut.

"Jinjin, you...you..." Zhao Meiyan spread her palms, looking at the scarlet and glaring blood, with a look of disbelief.

Then she timidly turned her head to look at Leng Yanchi.

When Leng Yanchi realized it, the tragedy had already happened.

He didn't even speak to stop it.

"Meiyan!" Leng Yanchi immediately hung up the phone and stepped forward.

Holding Zhao Meiyan's wrist, when he looked at Tang Jinjin again, his eyes lost the warmth they had when they were having dinner just now.

"Tang Jinjin, can you stop acting willful every time! Meiyan is still pregnant with a child, are you going to kill her!"

Leng Yanchi spoke in a cold voice, his secretive pupils lightly looked at Tang Jinjin.

Under the sword eyebrows, those deep black eyes danced with anger.

"Jinjin didn't do it on purpose, she...she just hurt her hand and couldn't hold it steady." Zhao Meiyan cried and defended Tang Jinjin.

Tang Jinjin sat upright with her small body, her small face seemed to be covered with a layer of cold frost, she stared at Zhao Meiyan steadfastly.

He didn't speak, and he didn't even bother to speak.

"Go and bandage." Leng Yanchi cast a disappointed glance at Tang Jinjin, then picked up Zhao Meiyan and went to bandage her.

During this period, Zhao Meiyan secretly stuffed the ball of paper stained with Tang Jinjin's blood into her pocket...