Playful Shao Dongsheng's wedding wife

Chapter 382 Grinding People (1)
When the door was closed, Wang Ping could only nod helplessly.Look at the bowl of porridge and a plate of green vegetables at the dining table, they are cold, and they get up and put them in the kitchen, and they have no appetite to eat again.

An hour later, Song Yishen changed into a suit of clothes and went out.

"For a moment, are you going out so late?" Wang Ping looked at her in surprise.

Unlike when she just came back, she changed into a champagne-colored short skirt. Although she was covered with a cashmere coat, she still showed her fair and slender thighs.The makeup looks like it has been specially modified, and even the jewelry that has been treasured has been used.

"Well, I have an appointment with a friend." Song Yimo lied, blushing and breathless, and walked out the door.

"For a moment." Wang Ping grabbed her nervously.

Song turned his head for a moment, and saw his mother looking at him, hesitating to speak.

"For a moment, mom knows you are a good boy, and she doesn't ask about the past. Our family is like this now, and I don't ask for anything else. Let's live a down-to-earth life, okay?" Wang Ping said.

There was worry in her eyes, her words were not too subtle, and she was afraid of hurting her daughter's self-esteem.But if she doesn't say anything as a mother, she is really afraid that her path will go further and further crooked.

Song Yimo looked at his mother, and she said, "Mom, what do you mean, do you doubt me..." She should be guilty, but she was excited because her image was destroyed in the eyes of her family.

"For a moment, Mom didn't mean that. Mom was just worried about you." Wang Ping understood her. This daughter cares about face and is proud.If it was really unbearable, the last person she wanted to know was herself and Song Chengxuan.

"What does that mean? I just went out at night, and you talk so much?" Song Yiyan shook her hand away.

"For a moment..." Wang Ping was already very cautious towards her, but she didn't expect her reaction to be so strong.

"Mom, do you think I'm not as good as Song Ningjiu? She is the young mistress of the Jin family now, and I can only be like this, so I feel very shameless. Don't worry, I will be better than her in the future." Song Yishen finished speaking and opened the door leave.

"For a moment, for a moment!" Wang Ping shouted anxiously and chased to the door, but she clutched her chest because of discomfort.

The corridor is very quiet at night because there are not many families living there.The sound of her footsteps on the steps was very clear.

Song Yishun hated the dim sensor lights here and the dust everywhere.When passing by the second floor, the sound of mahjong colliding came from the open door.She also hates these people, especially her aunt, who has always been arrogant in her eyes, hangs out with them all day long.

Out of the corridor, the air outside is cool.But looking at this old community, with its low, mottled buildings, made her even more overwhelmed.Walking towards his car, he saw a dark shadow swaying furtively.

"Who?" she called boldly.

There was no response for a while, she hesitated for a while, and walked over.Turning around the car body, I didn't see any suspicious people, as if it was just my own illusion.Without thinking too much, she got into the car, started the engine, and the car drove out on an uneven road, fleeing from this disgusting and suffocating place.

The room card given to her by the general manager of Founder Technology belonged to a certain hotel. Thinking of her mother's words, she tightened her hand on the steering wheel, tightened again, and the car went on the viaduct and went in that direction.When she was on the bridge, she happened to turn a corner. She stepped on the brake lightly to slow down, but found that it was useless.

This consciousness rushed into her brain, already startling her into a cold sweat.When he regained consciousness, the front guardrail was about to hit, and the steering wheel in his hand turned, and the car body brushed against the guardrail, and a string of sparks appeared in the dark night.

Narrowly escaped, the car was still moving forward at an extremely fast speed.It was not too late at this time, and there were a lot of vehicles in the city. She knew that if she didn't slow down, the car would hit the guardrail at any time when turning, and it was even more likely that the car and people would fall off the bridge.

Hands gripped the steering wheel nervously, cold sweat was already breaking out on his forehead, the intersection of the bridge was ahead, and the high iron plate on the guardrail blocked his sight.But the speed of the car is so fast, and the lane is not wide, no matter how good her driving skills are, she can't turn so fast.

The more I thought about it, the more flustered I became, and I slammed on the brake several times without giving up, but it didn't work at all.She stared fixedly at the front, calculating which angle it would be better for her to turn the steering wheel, and she still had a chance in her heart.

Obviously a car hit it, but it felt like the white iron plate erected on the guardrail was about to fall head-on.There was a bang, followed by the sound of glass breaking, and the car body grazed the guardrail again, its appearance already horrible.

After finally recovering his life, Song Yishen couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, he could feel the car body on the side he was leaning on was getting hot.But the car still didn't slow down, and it was the slope of the bridge, and there were more vehicles under the bridge.

Rear end and so on are trivial matters, I am afraid that even my own life will be involved.My slack heart is tightening again, because there is actually a crossroad below.The front of the car she was rushing down was about to hit the running car, when suddenly Peng came from behind the car!a sound.

She only felt the car fall, and the speed of the car finally slowed down. Although she ran a red light when passing the intersection, there was no accident at all.At this time, a car from behind was chasing up, almost parallel to her. She glanced at the person in the driver's seat, her face was pale with fright.

At this time, the mobile phone in the bag rang, and she turned her head to see Zhuo Liang wearing earphones, so she knew that he was calling her again.Song Yichuan didn't want to pick it up, but her car was surrounded by several cars at some point.

She continued to move forward with a fluke, when a car came across, this time her car's front tires were blown again.The speed of the car could not be slowed down enough, and it slanted into the street lights in the green belt, otherwise the car would turn over.

The airbag exploded at a critical moment, and the world in front of me was only white.With scratches on her cheeks, she regained consciousness from a daze for a long time.Of course, at this time she had already been dragged out of the deformed car door by Joyoung.

"Excellence, let me go, let go!" Although she was dissatisfied with her current situation, compared with following Excellence, what she was experiencing now was simply heaven.

"Qiao Zhuo, if you dare to touch me, that person will not let you go." When she was stuffed into his car, she still refused to give up warning.

Zhuoyou gave her a stupid look, sneered, and asked, "Song Yishun, did I ever kill you?"

These words are very meaningful, because she has what he wants in her hand, so no matter how despicable and cruel his methods are, he never really killed her...

Yes, he never killed her!
Song Yishun, who was still terrified at first, unconsciously rewinded the tape because of his ambiguous words, until he reached the suspicious black figure he saw before getting into the car.Does he mean that someone wants to kill himself? !
If the hands-on person isn't excellence, then who is?

(End of this chapter)