I Love My Sweet Neighbor

Mu Qingtian took a breath and said to the driver beside him, "Stop the car."

The driver frowned in embarrassment, "Mr. Mu, this is all wilderness. It's not safe for you to get off here."

"Stop the car!" Mu Qingtian repeated. At the same time, he thanked the driver for his concern. "Thank you for your concern."

He took out another hundred yuan from his pocket.

"I'll get off here, and you'll have to go home empty-handed. This amount of money is disrespectful."

"Well... Mr. Mu, you've already given me enough money. I..."

"You're welcome. You know I'm Mu Qingtian. This money is nothing to me."

Mu Qingtian stuffed the money into the driver's pocket.

The driver looked embarrassed, but he didn't return the money.

He said, "You are a big boss. This money is really nothing to you. But how many big bosses would be so generous? Boss mu, you're so bright."

This was the second time he had uttered the word "Bright" after seeing Mu Qingtian.

The taxi stopped at the intersection.

"Thank you."

Mu Qingtian thanked him and got out of the car. One hand held the box and the other closed the door.

The driver waved at him in the car, turned the wheel, and drove back.

The wheel did not turn a few times, but he suddenly stopped and poked his head out of the car.

"Mu Boss, or I'll wait for you. This car is yours. You gave me enough money to use."

Mu Qingtian waved his hand and smiled again.

"No need. If I need a car, I'll call."

Mu Qingtian shook his phone, meaning he would call.

Only then did the driver retract his head and step on the accelerator, and the taxi drove north.

After driving every two minutes, he suddenly saw an suv coming face to face and passing by his taxi.

At this moment, Mu Qingtian was standing alone by the roadside.

Another gust of wind blew in. I feel the wind here getting colder. Without the shelter of reinforced concrete, the cold wind could blow directly to the face, as if a knife was cutting.

There were trees along the road. It was winter and there were no leaves on them. The wind blew and the dried branches shook slowly. The shadows on the ground moved as well. There was also the sound of creaking, which drifted in the air from time to time, not knowing what it was.

The weather was good tonight. The moon was bright and cold.

Mu Qingtian wrapped his thick coat around him. At the same time, he took out his suitcase, which contained a million yuan, which was a ransom for the lives of those three people. No matter how hard Mu Qingtian clenched it, he felt as if it would fly away, but he was worried.

On his right hand was his cell phone. Waiting for the kidnappers to contact again.

The phone rang.

"Hey, where are you? I brought the money. You let them go."

"Hehe, Mr. Mu is a man of his word."

Mu Qingtian heard the engine of the car coming from his phone. The voice was still loud. It seemed that the other party was on the phone in the moving car. I just don't know if he's making a phone call while driving.

Mu Qingtian said, "Don't talk nonsense. Tell me where to pay and where to get the money."

"You'll find out soon enough."

"What do you mean? Say it!"

"You stand in the middle of the road. My car will be here soon."

Mu Qingtian stood in the middle of the road. Face south.

"Where are you? Are you in the north or south?"

"Look north."

Mu Qingtian turned around and saw a car already in his sight. It was an suv, and the headlights were turned on. It was a high beam. Mu Qingtian was dazzled by the light and his eyes were blurry. He instinctively raised his hand to cover it up.

The car drove faster and faster. Even when Mu Qingtian approached, there was no sign of slowing down.

Mu Qingtian couldn't see it. He just heard the engine of the car getting louder and louder. Knowing that he was in a bad mood, he quickly dodged to the side of the road.

But it was too late.

There was a thud. Mu Qingtian was hit by an suv. The suitcase fell to the ground and rolled a few times. The suitcase was smashed open and the money was scattered all over the floor.

The suv turned around in front, turned around 180 degrees and drove back.

Two people jumped from above, one was Gao Dasong and the other was Lan Caier.

Gao Dasong laughed.

He gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Mu Qingtian, you hit me last time. This time, I want you to return the money with interest. I want your life!"

Lan Caier squatted down to pick up the money scattered on the ground. She pulled the box over and shoved the money into it.

"Gao Dasong, come and help me pick up the money."

"No, I need to see Mu Qingtian. I need to see if he's dead. If you're not dead, I'll make up for it."

He looked around but couldn't see Mu Qingtian. The impact was so intense that it sent Mu Qingtian flying to the side of the road. There were deep ditches along the road. There were a lot of debris piled up beside the ditches. Further away, there were fields.

At this very moment, another cloud came and blocked the moon.

Gao gaosong shone the flashlight on his phone and it didn't work at all. Mu Qingtian was nowhere to be found. He wanted to get the flashlight from the car, but Lan Caier stopped him.

"Don't look for him. This collision will definitely not survive. Hurry up and come with me to pick up the money. This is all money. We need it when we go abroad."

Big song thought about it. Picking up money is still the most important thing.

The two of them grabbed the money and stuffed it into their suitcases. When Mu Qingtian arrived, the suitcase was very empty. He shook it hard, and there was still a sound coming from the suitcase. And being tormented by them. The money was gone and the suitcase was full. From time to time, a hundred dollar bill fell.

That's too late.

The two of them got into the car, stepped on the gas, and the car drove away at an extremely fast speed.

They had just left when the taxi came back.

The driver thought that if Mu Qingtian wanted to call a cab after he finished his work, he should leave him a phone number. Just call him if you want a cab. Mu Qingtian was a rich man. Rich people always act strangely. In the middle of the night, Mu Qingtian took a taxi out alone and got out of the car at a place like this. It was probably a secret.

What secret did he have? The young driver didn't want to care. He just wanted to make some money for the car.

He drove to the place where Mu Qingtian got off the car. Suddenly, the wind blew. A few hundred-dollar bills were blown up by the wind and slapped on the front windshield without moving.

The driver was so frightened that his hair stood on end.

He didn't think it was real money. He thought it was a ghost coin.

Grandpa mao on the money was looking at him with a half-smile.

In the past, similar scenes were often seen in horror movies. This is usually a sign of haunting. The driver put his hands together and mumbled.

"God, I didn't do anything bad. Don't be a ghost."

Knock, knock, knock. He heard someone knocking on the door.

He was even more afraid.

"Oh my god. Are you really going to be haunted?"

"Open the door." A very weak voice sounded outside.

The driver sounded familiar. Pluck up the courage to open the door. A hand reached out from the outside. He pulled the driver's pants.

"Do me a favor and give me a call." Mu Qingtian looked up, his face covered in blood.

"Mu Boss!" The driver finally recognized him. "Why are you like this? Was there a car accident? Who hit you like this?! I'll call an ambulance now."

Mu Qingtian held his hand and shook his head, "No! Call me and tell Mu Huanjiang to come quickly. I have something to say to him! Dyeing, you must be fine. Wait for me!"