Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

Before Lin Jing got off work, he had a bad feeling in his heart and his eyelids kept twitching inexplicably.

Somehow, he suddenly wanted to see Nan Qiao so much that he didn't even want to wait for a minute or a second.

His intuition has always been accurate and has saved him many times. Especially since this matter concerned Nan Qiao, he did not dare to take it seriously.

Therefore, he did not get off work on time today, but chose to leave early.

He and Nan Qiao get off work at about the same time, and he is only a little earlier than Nan Qiao, so every time he wants to pick up Nan Qiao, he has to trouble Nan Qiao to wait for a while before he can arrive.

The car was driving very fast along the way, and from a distance, he could already see Nan Qiao's figure waiting for him on the roadside.

Seeing that Nan Qiao was safe and sound, he was slightly relieved.

Then he found that he was relieved.

Something was obviously wrong with the car coming from the opposite direction.

The car had deviated from the lane, but it did not adjust or slow down. It seemed that it was deliberately hitting someone, and that direction was where Nan Qiao was!

But Nan Qiao didn't know whether he didn't notice or was frightened, so he didn't move at all.

You must know that for untrained people, under the influence of great fear or other emotions, even if the brain can realize it, the body will not be able to react at all.

In other words, Nan Qiao may not be able to move at all now, and therefore cannot escape at all.

Lin Jing couldn't care about anything else. At that moment, his brain seemed to be unable to think, leaving only panic, confusion, and fear.

Lin Jing forced himself to calm down.

He is not Superman. He cannot fly over or pause time. All he can use is the car he is driving.

Lin Jing composed himself, and then stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

With his last bit of rationality, he did not hit the cab, but hit the front of the car, so that the driver's life would not be in danger.

Lin Jing didn't know whether the driver was unconscious or intentional, but he knew that if something happened to Nan Qiao, he might really do something irrational.

Two cars traveling at high speed collided, making a loud noise.

The car was stopped.

Lin Jing's head also hit the front windshield due to the huge impact, making a "clang" sound, and then was pulled back by the seat belt.

Lin Jing's head was buzzing. The moment he hit him, his vision went dark and he couldn't see anything. After two or three seconds, his vision became clear again.

Fortunately, Lin Jing's car was of good quality and he did not suffer any other injuries.

"Lin Jing!"

Nanqiao rushed over, regardless of whether it was reasonable or not. Before Lin Jing could unlock the door, he directly pulled open the car door with one hand, and the door handle was broken.

666 was horrified to watch on the sidelines, and quickly erased the surveillance video of the car where Nan Qiao had broken the door.

Nan Qiao saw the injury on Lin Jing's forehead at a glance. It was bright red and blood was flowing down his forehead. It looked very scary.

The air pressure around Nan Qiao suddenly dropped, and his face turned dark.

666 was afraid that the host would do something earth-shattering, so he didn't dare to waste a second and quickly started scanning to check Lin Jing's physical condition.

"Host, don't worry. Lin Jing deliberately avoided the impact and controlled the force. He didn't suffer any serious injuries."

Nan Qiao calmed down a little and took a look. It really only looked serious and he was not seriously injured.

Nan Qiao was worried and checked carefully with his own strength. There was indeed no big problem. Seeing that there were no fractures or ruptured internal organs on his body, and that there would be no secondary injuries due to movement, he dared to touch Lin Jing.

Nan Qiao went to help Lin Jing, but Lin Jing had not recovered yet.

He had experienced many life-and-death situations, each time extremely thrilling, but never had he felt so scared.

His face was as pale as a piece of white paper, his eyes were wide open, sweat mixed with blood flowed down from his forehead, his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and his hands and feet were cold.

He was already trying his best to hide the fear in his heart, but he still couldn't control it.

Adrenaline suddenly surged, Lin Jing's hands were still shaking slightly unconsciously, and his legs were a little weak.

"Nan Qiao, Nan Qiao..." As soon as Nan Qiao put his hand on Lin Jing's arm, he was pulled directly into his arms.

Lin Jing couldn't say anything else, he just called Nan Qiao's name over and over again.

Lin Jing hugged Nan Qiao tightly, as if he had exhausted all his strength, wishing to rub Nan Qiao into his own bones and blood to confirm Nan Qiao's existence.

Nan Qiao felt a little hurt from being hugged by Lin Jing, but she did not push him away. Instead, she hugged Lin Jing tightly with her backhand. She knew that Lin Jing must be frightened.

Holding him in his arms, she could clearly hear Lin Jing's violent heartbeat, beating like a drum.

"Good boy, can you get out of the car first?" Nan Qiao said in a gentle tone.

With that said, she gently pushed Lin Jing away, helped Lin Jing out of the car, and then helped him sit aside.

"Does it hurt?"

Lin Jing shook his head gently. In fact, it was not until this moment that he felt the pain spreading bit by bit. Just now, he was only worried about fear and nervousness, and could not feel it at all.

Nan Qiao dug in his pocket, ostensibly from his pocket, but actually from his own space, and took out a handkerchief with some pain-relieving powder stuck on it, and gently pressed it on the wound on Lin Jing's forehead.

Afraid of being discovered by others, Nan Qiao did not use any medicine that was too effective.

But even so, this is nothing extraordinary.

The moment the handkerchief was put on his forehead, Lin Jing didn't know if it was his imagination, but he felt a coolness on his forehead, and the pain became less obvious instantly.

Nan Qiao handed him the handkerchief and asked him to press it.

Seeing Lin Jing take it, Nan Qiao turned around and walked towards the black car.

Lin Jing subconsciously grabbed Nan Qiao's clothes. The fear in his eyes was still there, and Nan Qiao felt sour.

"Be good, it's okay, I'll go take a look."

Lin Jing let go of his hand, but still looked at Nan Qiao unblinkingly.

The quality of the car was not as good as Lin Jing's car. It had been damaged and the front of the car was dented. Because Lin Jing avoided the cab, on the surface, the driver did not suffer any major injuries, just a few fractures.

It was probably painful, and the expression on his face wasn't very pretty.

Nan Qiao didn't drag him out of the car. Although it was very dangerous to stay in the cab after a car accident, what did that have to do with Nan Qiao?

Nan Qiao wished he could kill him directly now.

"Why are you bumping into me?" Nan Qiao said coldly.

"There's no reason, I just can't control the car." He said it nonchalantly, confidently and without any guilt.

"Your car isn't broken."

"Oh, I just can't control it anyway." But it's not like I've never done this kind of thing before, and it ended up being nothing in the end anyway.

Nan Qiao didn't bother to press him anymore. She actually wanted to get the news from him that Zhang Minghao had ordered him to hit someone deliberately, and then sent Zhang Minghao directly in.

But now, she has changed her mind.

It's just a prison sentence. At most, it means no freedom. It's not painful or itchy, but it's really easy for Zhang Minghao.

As for this driver, isn’t he mentally ill? Isn’t he not afraid of the constraints of the law?

Then his condition, whether it is real or fake, must become real from now on.

Nan Qiao glanced at him coldly, then turned back to Lin Jing.

When the driver saw Nan Qiao's eyes, he shuddered uncontrollably. He felt as if he was being targeted by some large beast, and his whole body was filled with chills.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his head, as if something was fighting fiercely inside. It was overwhelming, and his vision went black. He was in so much pain that he couldn't even make a sound, and could only open his mouth and gasp for breath.

666: "Host, what have you done?"

666 is a little strange. He was fine just now, why is he suddenly like this now?

"It's nothing, he may have suddenly become ill."

666 didn't believe it. Although this man was indeed mentally ill, it was actually very mild and would not have such a big impact at all.

The host must have done something!