President's golden soul girlfriend

Zhang Zicheng rushed home from the hotel. Halfway through the car, the dim street lights lit up, and gusts of wind blew up on the road, rolling up dust and fallen leaves.

However, in a few seconds, the ferocious rainstorm poured down and came to a violent surge. More than ten minutes later, it stopped abruptly.

There was a situation ahead. A large group of people surrounded the road. Zhang Zicheng couldn't drive the car, so he had to get off to see the road conditions.

The voices of several people floated into his eardrum with the damp and stuffy air.

"What a pity, what a sin. In order to protect so many things, I even ignored my life."

A woman in her fifties spoke with compassion and sympathy.

"What's going on?"

A man in a suit asked coldly.

"The old man in his 70s dragged a car of imported fruit. He didn't know whether to deliver it or sell it himself. Seeing the strong wind, he was afraid that the fruit would be blown away. He got off to protect things. As a result, the wind overturned the tricycle and the old man was rolled under the car."

"How's it going? Are you all right?" asked another woman in flower clothes.

"I don't know. The leg is bleeding. Look, the blood is still flowing. I don't know when the ambulance will arrive."

"If the fruit is blown away by the wind, why should it be dangerous and crippled." the man in suit complained about the old man's ignorance.

"You said it lightly."

The woman looked at him, turned her eyes and said, "you are a rich man without suffering. He is heartache for money and afraid of loss. How can he care so much."

"No matter how valuable things are, how important is life?" the suit man disagreed.

"But some people don't think so. Sometimes they think money is more important than life." at this time, a woman in her early 40s was involved.

"Yes," said the woman in floral clothes.

"My neighbor has advanced liver cancer. No matter how comforted his family, he refused to spend money to go to the hospital. He would rather die than save money to his family."

"Yes, the poor look at money differently from the rich. The poor live tired because of money and take their lives lightly."

……

As Zhang Zicheng listened, his heart became heavier and heavier. Dai Yingzhi's apologetic face suddenly appeared in his mind.

Whether to wear Yingzhi to work in the company or not, Zhang Zicheng tangled again.

"Here comes the ambulance, hoping to save him." the woman in flower clothes shouted loudly.

"Too much blood loss, no vital signs." a doctor approached, explored the old man's nose and replied to the crowd.

Zhang Zicheng couldn't bear to watch any more and got on the car.

At this time, he made up his mind to let Dai Yingzhi work in the company! It's no big deal. He fuck more snacks.

Zhang Zicheng just got home and found an unread text message on his mobile phone, which was sent by a strange number.

Do you want to know why I dropped out of school?

because of you.

Do you know why my eyes are strange?

because of you.

Do you want to know why I took you to little pine forest?

because of you.

Because of you, I hurt my mother and killed my mother!

If you want to know the specific answer, I'll see you in Xintian Hongdong tomorrow evening.

alone.

See you or leave.

After Hong GuiGui sent the text message, the scene of her mother jumping off the 7th floor flashed in her mind. It was still shocking, vivid and regretful.

That disaster didn't seem to have happened ten years ago, but yesterday!

But all this is because of Zhang Zicheng. The culprit is Zhang Zicheng! She has been forcing herself to think that this idea has become more and more rooted over time.