Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 1031 That sudden panic instantly made his breathing cold

And that Mo Xiaoqi who lived with him in the orphanage also died later.

It seems that in this world, everything is empty and everything is fake.

Feelings are fake, crowds of people coming and going are fake.

The only real thing is the feeling of loneliness and vicissitudes in the heart.

Mo Linfeng's thoughts were filled with the invisible void, and there was a sudden violent crash by the river, and he was stunned for a long time without being able to react.

The sound of the collision of the car was loud, as if something collapsed in an instant, with a magnificent momentum.

One after another, the talk of fishing people by the river at night came to my ears one after another, saying that it was a rear-end chase.

Mo Linfeng caught the word "rear-end", and then subconsciously turned around.

Heh, should he be thankful that he is unlucky, or that the other party is unlucky.

His new car, a Sibel worth tens of millions, was bumped up, and due to the impact of the opponent's huge horsepower, half of the car's body was lying on the bridge. If it wasn't for the guardrail getting stuck After getting off the front of the car, it is estimated that the car fell directly into the river to feed the fish.

Mo Linfeng frowned, not showing much expression on his face.

He even stood there, leaning gracefully, squinting at the white Ferrari that hit his car and hadn't turned off.

Because the front of the car got into Sibel's butt, he couldn't see the model and number plate of the car clearly.

However, if you check its body, you will know that this is not an ordinary Ferrari.

even…

Even, a little familiar.

The car was still shaking, and it was actually quite dangerous from his angle.

It is estimated that the other party's brakes failed and tried to control it, but it was useless.

While Mo Linfeng was watching the play with his arms folded, people called the police intermittently, and enthusiastic people came to the rescue.

However, Ferrari did not intend to turn off the engine, and the accelerator was still exerting force, and Siebel was pushed forward by a few points.

Someone exclaimed at this moment, saying that the girl driving the car had her arms and feet pinched and could not control the speed of the car.

Others said that the girl drank too much, and the car was full of alcohol.

Mo Linfeng... felt that if he didn't show up again, his car would be completely scrapped.

He didn't have the kind of leisurely kindness that would save anyone.

He only cares about his car and the issue of compensation for his car.

Walking over in two or three steps, a slender shadow was cast under the hood of the white Ferrari.

The compartment was dark, and a drunk woman was lying on the driver's seat.

It may be that she was really drunk and had a major car accident, but she didn't realize that her car had crashed, and it was threatening her life at any time.

She squinted her eyes, hiccupped, her whole body was restrained by the seat belt, and her hands and feet were entangled. She couldn't move, so she just lay on the steering wheel and didn't bother to look up.

Through the frosted glass window, Mo Linfeng could vaguely see the figure of the woman.

The sudden panic made his breathing suddenly cold in an instant.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Linfeng quickly turned back to Sibel and took out the ratchet wrench from the trunk.

When he came back to the Ferrari again, the damned woman stepped on the accelerator, wondering if she wanted to kill herself.

Mo Linfeng collapsed instantly.

Quickly swung the ratchet wrench to smash the window glass from the co-pilot's position, and then without the slightest hesitation, leaned into half of the body with difficulty.

A good car means good glass.

Even if it has rotted into a pile of glass slag, the quality is still there.

Mo Linfeng didn't care about the severe pain of the broken glass crushing on his abdomen, and stretched his arms to pull out the car key.

However, the windows of women's models are very small. He has been there for a long time, but there is still a difference of half a centimeter.

(End of this chapter)