Three children, the president's father is super fierce

Chapter 4 Sir, hold on

Chapter 4: Sir, hold on

Her original surname was Jiang, but after she went to Fan City, she changed her surname to Lan and called her Lan Xin.

"boom……"

There was a screeching sound of brakes coming from the front of the taxi, followed by a strong crash.

The taxi driver braked suddenly, Lan Xin's body uncontrollably leaned forward.

Lan Xin was bumped into the front row, which instantly made her dizzy.

"Miss, there seems to be an accident ahead. It seems that the brakes should have failed." The taxi driver in front said.

Lan Xin shook her head, and glanced at the scene of the car accident. It was after six o'clock in the morning, and there were few cars on the highway.

Without thinking too much, Lan Xin quickly opened the door and got out of the car.

"Hey, miss, you haven't paid yet?" The middle-aged taxi driver shouted at Lan Xin who ran out, as if he didn't want to share the troubled water.

Lan Xin frowned slightly, took out the money from her shoulders and handed it to the driver, and finally ran to the place where the car accident happened without looking back.

The taxi she was in just whizzed past her.

The hem of her white skirt was lifted, but she didn't care about it, but quickly took out her phone and called the emergency call.

The car involved in the accident was a luxurious limited edition car, Lan Xin walked over and patted on the window.

"Sir, are you okay!" Through the car window, Lan Xin saw a man lying on the steering wheel with blood on his forehead, and the airbag had been deployed.

"Sir, sir..." Lan Xin called out a few more times, but the people inside still didn't respond.

Lan Xin stretched out her hand to pull the car door, but she didn't expect the door to be opened by her.

"Sir, are you alright?" Lan Xin saw that the man lying on the steering wheel was still conscious, with blood dripping from his head.

"Sir, are you okay?" Lan Xin helped him up, and saw that his forehead was still bleeding, and the blood dripped down his cheeks and bloomed brightly on the noble and clean white shirt.

Lan Xin's eyes were startled, the bright red blood was dazzling.

She quickly rummaged through her backpack, holding a soft handkerchief. Lan Xin's hand was clenched tightly. The handkerchief was printed with her daughter's award-winning painting. Lan Xin pressed hard on the wound on the man's forehead.

It was still early, and there were very few vehicles on the expressway, and those who occasionally passed by roared by.

Lan Xin was anxious for a while, hoping that the ambulance would come soon.

Just as she turned sideways, her arm was suddenly held tightly by a big hand like iron tongs.

Lan Xin looked at the man suddenly. The man looked painful, his face was covered with blood, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it.

"Sir, hold on, the ambulance will be here soon."

Lan Xin's hands were already stained with blood, she frowned slightly, and waited for about 10 minutes before seeing the ambulance arrive.

When the ambulance personnel were carrying the man onto the stretcher, the man was still holding her hand. Lan Xin thought about it, and it happened that she could take the ambulance back to the city, so she simply got into the ambulance.

In a hospital in Jiang City, in a ward filled with disinfectant, the man lying on the hospital bed had his shattered forehead already healed. The man was not seriously injured. He had a slight concussion and had a few stitches on his forehead.

Only then did Lan Xin take a closer look at the man's appearance. His fair skin was now morbidly pale, and his facial features were sharp and deep, revealing a sharp-edged sternness, thick sword eyebrows, and a high nose bridge. The lip shape reveals nobility and arrogance, such a handsome man is rare in the world.

But she seemed to have seen this handsome face there before.

(End of this chapter)