Through the rearview mirror, Jiang Shiyu saw a small white car, and said angrily, "How do you drive, you can still rear-end in a place with so little traffic."
The moment the rear of the car was hit, Song Jia subconsciously rushed to An Wen to protect her head.
"Are you okay, Wenwen?" Song Jia asked nervously.
An Wen shook her head and looked at Song Jia, blood was streaming down from Song Jia's forehead.
When she rushed over, she knocked her head due to inertia.
"Sister Song, you are bleeding." An Wen said nervously, reaching out to inspect her wound.
"It's broken, it's okay." Song Jia stopped An Wen's hand and opened the door to go out, but she couldn't.
"Little Ginger!"
"Sister Song, it's not an ordinary rear-end chase, it seems to be an illegitimate child, I remember their faces." Jiang Shiyu panicked.
"Aren't you crazy? Could it be that they want to get close by chasing after each other?" Song Jia said angrily.
An Wen was digging through her bag, and finally found a band-aid.
"Sister Song, don't move, I'll stick it on for you." An Wen got up to put the band-aid on Song Jia.
"No need." Song Jia's angry tone was not very good, so she quickly reacted and said, "The wound is in the hair, and it's useless to stick it on."
She wiped her face carelessly with paper.
At this time, four men had already stepped out of the car behind them, patting their windows and shouting.
"I'm really sorry for hitting your car, let's come out and talk."
"I'm really sorry… "
…
These people said they were embarrassed, but their eyes were not the same. One of them even leaned on the car window.
Song Jia wiped a few pieces of paper and found that the blood could not be wiped away, so she threw the blood-stained paper aside angrily, and simply stopped wiping.
"Xiao Jiang called the police, I'll go down and talk to them, I'm really insane!"
After finishing speaking, Song Jia opened the door to go out, and everyone outside smiled.
A sudden force came from behind, and Song Jia was pulled back, and the door was closed.
"Wenwen, what are you doing!" Song Jia said angrily.
"There's no need to call the police, just call 120." An Wen said lightly.
Before Song Jia realized it, An Wen had already driven out the door.
"Sister Song, what should I do, no one will die!" Jiang Shiyu was frightened by An Wen.
Song Jia hurriedly opened the door in a panic and went out.
"Don't go, then should I call 110 or 120? Forget it... call them all!" Jiang Shiyu said.
As soon as An Wen got out of the car, the four men screamed.
"I didn't expect it to be a goddess, An Wen, we like you very much?"
"Shall we take a picture together?"
"My brother just got his driver's license, sorry."
…
These few people found their excuses very well, and they all had smiles on their faces. One of the fatty grinned and leaned towards An Wen, with white pus oozing from many pimples on his cheeks.
"We are really your fans, An Wen, you are so beautiful!"
These people all raised their mobile phones to take pictures of An Wen, getting closer and closer to An Wen.
The fat man stretched his hand towards An Wen's shoulder, grinning wider and wider!
"Let go of your hand!" Song Jia said angrily, pushing away his hand and blocking An Wen's face.
"Is there anything you can't talk about? You have to do it!"
"We didn't do anything, we just wanted to talk to the goddess about compensation." One of them said with a smile.
"Then wait until the police arrive!" Song Jia said coldly.
"OK!"
It will take time for the police to come, they can talk to An Wen more.
An Wen herself is really beautiful. Although I have been with her for so many days, it is the first time that I am so close to her.
The facial features are unbelievably exquisite, a pair of peach blossom eyes are beautiful no matter what the mood is, and the skin is really white and tender.
She is wearing pencil pants today, her legs are thin and straight, and looking at her upper body, she has a perfect figure.