Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1767 Rose Manor (56)

"Ding-dong-"

The assistant stood at the door of the hotel room and rang the bell.

After waiting for a while, the door opened.

Inside, a man wearing only a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up came out.

Closed the door gently, her brows and eyes were light, and her phoenix eyes were stained with a deep haze.

"How about it?"

he asked calmly.

The assistant lowered his head slightly, "In the drunk driving incident, the truck driver drank a lot of alcohol and died on the spot."

"In the car following us, one of the two people in it died on the way to the hospital, and the other one is being rescued now, but it is estimated... that it will not be rescued."

"I don't know if this incident was intentional, and further investigation is needed at the scene."

"But according to our investigation, there is nothing unusual about that driver, and he hasn't had any business dealings with anyone recently, so..."

It should be just a simple accident, not man-made.

The slender and cold man with his sleeves rolled up did not make a sound.

Leaning in front of the door, lightly pointing her knuckles, her brows and eyes are flat.

Faintly, I don't know what I'm thinking.

After a while, he straightened up and said calmly, "Let S check again."

"I want the results within three days."

"……Yes."

The assistant's heart is heavy.

The door of the room was closed, and Qiao Fu walked in.

The assistant stood at the door, still thinking about the thrilling scene two hours ago.

The truck, coming straight for their car—

As if they had a purpose, their car couldn't dodge it at all.

It was about to hit him, but when he closed his eyes and opened them again, the position of the car...

Somehow, that changed.

Their car and the next car changed places.

The truck slammed straight into the car in front of it, and they stopped just in time to see the whole thing.

He still remembered that there was an inexplicable fragrance of flowers in the air at that time.

The fragrance of the flowers dissipated, and the rose in the hand of the gentleman in the back seat disappeared.

Unspeakably weird.

But the husband didn't say anything, as if he didn't find such an abnormality, he only asked him to investigate the accident.

Even if the accident seemed like it was just an accident.

The assistant pressed his swollen head, turned and left, walking in a hurry.

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In the room, the major traffic accident was being broadcast on the TV news.

It was still raining outside, pattering, and the cold wind was blowing.

The person who was forced to stay on the bed, covered with a quilt, was lying there with his hands on his chin, watching quietly.

Watching the news anchor broadcast on TV, and the surveillance video that was released.

The video shows that Qiao Fuxing's car was just behind the hit car.

It was just right, it was not hit, and it stopped there.

When the explosion occurred, the car retreated in time and was not injured.

Extremely lucky.

Yun Si watched quietly without making a sound.

Hearing the door close, Qiao Fu walked in, she immediately pulled the quilt to cover her head.

It was tightly wrapped, only revealing the pair of beautiful and clean peach blossom eyes.

Staring at him showed that he was well-behaved and did not move.

Mr. Qiao glanced at the news and walked over.

Even people and blankets, hug her.

His eyes softened, and his tone was gentle, "Is it still cold?"

He stroked her warm cheeks, and pressed the tip of her nose against the tip of her nose.

The beautiful porcelain-white person blinked at him who was close at hand, and shook his head slightly.

"not cold."

Moreover, with the air conditioner on and the quilt covered, she even felt a little hot.

(End of this chapter)