Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

There was a rear-end collision at the intersection of traffic lights, and it was still two luxury cars, which immediately attracted the attention of passers-by, and the nearby traffic police rushed over in time.

After Wen Qingyue recovered, she unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car.

As soon as she got out of the car, the people in the Bentley also got out of the car with the help of the traffic police. The driver was unconscious and was carried out of the car by the traffic police. A piece of his forehead was broken, which shows how hard they hit.

Wen Qingyue's brows tightened, she didn't know the driver at all, why did she not let go of chasing her, and bumped into her without hesitation.

This question was solved instantly after the traffic police rescued the co-pilot.

Liu Nanchen looked at her while clutching his bleeding forehead, his eyes met, he smiled and said, "Sister Wen, it was you, then this accident will be resolved."

He smiled elegantly, but there was a bit of madness in his eyes.

Wen Qingyue's pupils narrowed slightly, and she knew that under this elegant mask was the appearance of a monster with teeth and claws, and the accident he said was by no means an accident, it was a threat, a warning.

Seeing that the two knew each other, and it was not easy to tell their identities from the luxury of the car, the traffic police said, "Since you both know each other, then this matter is private, and it's insurance?"

Wen Qingyue walked to the rear of the car with a cold expression, looking at the smashed rear of the car, her eyes became colder and colder, while Liu Nanchen smiled and said to the traffic police: "We did it privately, it was an accidental rear-end collision, we didn't come and brake in time, let's go." The insurance is ready, sister Wen, don't worry, I will pay for your loss."

"What kind of accident can hit the car like this? Those who don't know think you are going to kill me." Wen Qingyue sneered and turned to look at him, her eyes were extremely cold.

Both cars are rotten, and his driver passed out from the collision, and his head and feet were injured. This section of the road is not racing, and the collision will not be so serious if it is too late to step on the brakes. It is clearly a deliberate collision. If it wasn't for her good luck and the car, she would be seriously injured at this moment.

The atmosphere became weird, and the people next to them didn't dare to make a sound, and looked at the two quietly.

Liu Nanchen smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he limped close to her, "What did Sister Wen say, you and I are acquaintances, why do you think of me like this?"

"However, I'm sorry for you. I just hired the driver. He was driving very frizzy. Fortunately, you were not injured, otherwise I would be very sorry."

He paused, took a few steps closer, and stopped covering the wound on his forehead. The blood rolled from the wound into his brow bone, was blocked by eyelashes and dripped on his cheeks and on the bridge of his nose. His smile deepened, and he lowered his voice and said : "Is this meeting ceremony exciting? It will be more exciting next time."

The air froze suddenly.

Wen Qingyue raised her eyes slightly, met his gaze, and slightly hooked her red lips, "I'll wait and see. I hope that Vice President Liu will not only suffer from such a small flesh injury next time. It's best to go to Half-Life, so that it will be considered a meeting gift."

The surrounding air was suddenly dead silent.

The corners of Liu Nanchen's eyes twitched, and after a while, he stepped back to distance himself, twisted his neck, raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face, and said, "Sister Wen's car belongs to Fu Han, so I'll ask my assistant to contact him." The people who dealt with it, you should be very scared, I will call you a car to take you home to rest, and I will treat you to dinner another day to apologize."

Wen Qingyue didn't speak, just watched him make a phone call with cold eyes, and two traffic policemen stood beside him, hesitating to speak.

When Liu Nanchen hung up the phone, Wen Qingyue suddenly said: "Two police comrades, please take Mr. Liu to the hospital. He has just come out of the police station not long ago, and he has more affection for you, and he needs the care of the police uncle. "

The halo of the street lamp spread on her body, and the evening wind blew her long hair into a mess. Her hair was flying under the halo, with a smile on her lips, and her words were gentle and gentle, but Liu Nanchen felt a kind of coldness.

The two traffic policemen are both newbies, and they can't smell the turmoil hidden in this gentle atmosphere. They just feel that rich people are different, and they can still care about each other when they meet such people.

Liu Nanchen clenched the phone tightly, as if trying to deform the phone.

Bitch, bring up his imprisonment again.

The two stood facing each other, Wen Qingyue's back was facing the street lamp, her face was a little dark, but her eyes were as bright as stars, as if she could see through him, "Liu Nanchen, enjoy the fate you stole, I wish you a happy life in the future." Life is smooth sailing."

Liu Nanchen's mind was buzzing, as if he had been stunned by a stick, his mind went blank, he watched her stop the car and leave in a daze, countless words and phrases rolled into a cold whirlpool deep in his mind.

"Your life was stolen. She has bad luck. You will have to bear it for her in the future."

"If you don't want to die, just listen to me obediently. You have to pay a price to change your fate against the sky."

"You prodigal son, how could I have a son like you? I warn you to keep quiet in the future, and if you mess up again, get out of Liu's house."

With a bang, the traffic policeman turned on the lights, and waved to him while sitting in the car, "Mr. Liu, get in the car."

Click, his hands seemed to be handcuffed by cold handcuffs, and he returned to the cold holding room.

"Get out!" Liu Nanchen roared suddenly, his heart became more irritable and his eyes darkened due to those rushing voices.

The two traffic policemen were stunned and got out of the car to see what was wrong with him, but Liu Nanchen turned around and stumbled into the crowd to leave.

The insurance company and the handlers of the two parties also happened to arrive to assist the police in handling it.

Liu Nanchen stumbled and walked forward without direction, the voice in his head continued, haunting him like a voice he could hear every night, refusing to let him go.

With a bang, he collided with two men, and the other men pushed him out together. He couldn't stand still and bumped into the vase at the door of the porcelain shop.

He pressed one hand on the tile, and the bright red blood stained his eyes, and Jiang Ying's distorted face that night was imprinted in his sight from the drops of blood.

"You don't have eyes when you walk? You can't see such a big vase? Lose money!!" Hearing the voice, the clerk ran out and saw that the vase was broken, and immediately cursed and demanded compensation.

"Why, why did you kill me, you pay me back!"

"Hahaha, Liu Nanchen, you will be punished, you will die...I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting for you in hell!"

The woman's sharp and crazy voice penetrated into Liu Nanchen's mind along with the sound of broken flesh. He covered his face in pain, half of his face was stained with blood from the palm of his hand, and the clerk was still relentless.

"Get out!" Liu Nanchen roared violently, pushed the clerk away, and stared at her fiercely with scarlet eyes, "Why are you still pestering me!"

"Ah! Help... help!"

Only then did the clerk see the blood on his face and his furious and ferocious appearance, and he was terrified, and stepped back while calling for help.

At this moment, Liu Nanchen was driven crazy by the voice in his head. He was irrational. When he saw the woman get up, he immediately rushed up, grabbed her neck, and shouted twistedly: "Go to hell! Die!"