Sirens ring around the street.
Soon, the route was blocked, ambulance crews went up and down, and the crowd was cleared by the police.
Although the time was too late, Zhao Zichen reacted quickly at that time. The collision was unavoidable, but the danger had been minimized.
Except that Fu Zhihuan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, fell into a coma because the collision point was closest. Both Zhao Zichen and Peng Mengyin in the back seat were only slightly injured, and nothing serious happened.
"Officer Zhao, don't worry, go to the hospital with us to check the situation first." The ambulance staff persuaded.
Zhao Zichen pursed his thin lips tightly, watching the unconscious Fu Zhihuan get on the stretcher, then walked to the side of the police officer, and said, "We must find out about that black car, running a red light and changing speed suddenly, it's obviously purposeful."
"Fu Jian told me before he fell into a coma that it might be related to the case he was handling that was still in progress. So it's best not to treat this as a traffic accident, understand?"
After Fu Zhihuan's car accident, he still had a brief sobriety of consciousness.
No matter how you look at it, this car accident should not be an ordinary traffic accident. It is very likely that it was deliberately targeted at him. And it's easy to think of the lady who tried to get herself to give up the prosecution not long ago.
So Fu Zhihuan repeatedly told Zhao Zichen that the police must not treat this matter as a simple traffic accident.
After explaining this, Zhao Zichen and Peng Mengyin were also taken to the hospital.
The injuries of the two were not serious, and after a simple inspection and bandaging, they were no longer seriously injured.
At about ten o'clock in the evening, the doctor's diagnosis of Fu Zhihuan's condition has come down: "The injured person's injury is not serious, there will be no life-threatening, and there will be no sequelae, but he needs to be hospitalized for a period of time for observation."
Only then did Zhao Zichen heave a sigh of relief. He straightened up, picked up the car keys beside him, and said to Peng Mengyin who was waiting with him, "Junior Sister, let me take you home."
Peng Mengyin said: "Do you need me to stay and take care of Prosecutor Fu?"
Zhao Zichen: "It's okay, I'll come back and look at him after I see you off."
When Peng Mengyin heard what Zhao Zichen said, he didn't refute, and followed him out of the hospital.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the streets became quiet.
According to the distance, Zhao Zichen planned to go to Fu Zhihuan's house to pack up his personal belongings and bring them to the hospital. By the way, he would inform the little girl of the old Fu's house, and then send Peng Mengyin home.
The car approached the entrance of Mingchen Garden, but was stopped suddenly.
The security guard glanced at the unfamiliar license plate and said, "Cars without a pass cannot enter."
Fu Zhihuan's family lives in a high-end apartment, and all vehicles entering and exiting must have a pass.
But Fu Zhihuan's car was damaged, and Zhao Zichen's own car didn't come. Now he borrowed this car from a friend who lived near the hospital, so of course he didn't have a pass.
Zhao Zichen rolled down the car window: "Comrade, I'll come out after I go in and get something."
The security guard shook his head: "I'm sorry, this is our regulation. Cars without a pass are not allowed to drive in."
Peng Mengyin, who was sitting in the back seat, was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "Mr. Zhao, do you have something you can let me go up and get? You can drive the car outside and wait for me first, so as to save time."
Going back and forth is indeed a waste of time. Zhao Zichen thought for a while, then nodded: "Well, Fu Zhihuan's family lives with a little girl named Wen Ruan. I don't have her contact information here. You will tell me about the old Fu's situation." Talk to her, and then let her bring some old Fu's daily necessities down."
Peng Mengyin nodded, took the key from Zhao Zichen's hand, got out of the car, registered and walked into the community.
Zhao Zichen watched Peng Mengyin go in, then found a place to park, rolled down the window, and lit a cigarette.
Who on earth is so hostile to Lao Fu
and…
Zhao Zichen couldn't figure out something.
Today's black car rammed in the direction of the passenger seat with incomparable precision.
But Fu Zhihuan was sitting in the passenger seat, obviously no one could have expected it
Ten thirty in the evening.
Wen Ruan drooped her eyelids, yawned, and looked sleepy.
The earl seemed to be aware of her depression, and nestled obediently beside her, rubbing his fluffy tail against Wen Ruan's leg, as if to comfort her.
Wen Ruan sat on the sofa, hugged her knees, and lowered her eyes.
The meal has been reheated several times, and the message was sent out like a stone sinking into the sea, without any response.
She couldn't get in touch with Fu Zhihuan at all.
It was also at this time that Wen Ruan suddenly realized that he knew nothing about him.
And just when her emotions were about to reach the freezing point, she suddenly heard the sound of the key turning.
When Wen Ruan heard this faint sound, his gloomy eyes suddenly lit up, and the haze just now seemed to be swept away.
She put down her legs and stood up from the sofa, walking towards the door.
Although I feel a little bit wronged and a little angry.
But if this dog man will explain it to himself, maybe he can barely forgive him.
Wen Ruan was even thinking in his heart whether he could eat the meal that had been heated four or five times.
The door was slowly opened—
Wen Ruan: "Why are you just now..."
Halfway through the conversation, it stopped abruptly.
A woman stood at the door.
A woman with long, wavy hair and a slim figure in a work uniform.
Peng Mengyin looked Wen Ruan up and down, then smiled, his tone sounded gentle: "You are Miss Wen Ruan, right?"
Wen Ruan came back to his senses and nodded slightly.
Peng Mengyin lowered his eyes, and said lightly: "I'll get Mr. Fu's daily necessities, is it convenient for me to go in?"
Hearing this, Wen Ruan's eyes trembled slightly.
Girls are always extra sensitive.
It was as if thousands of thin needles were pricking her heart repeatedly, which made her feel dull pain and discomfort.
She lowered her eyes and saw the key in Peng Mengyin's hand at a glance.
There is a metal decoration on the key, which I saw in a jewelry store not long ago, and I bought one for Fu Zhihuan, and hung it up neatly for him.
At this moment, it was in Peng Mengyin's hands.
Wen Ruan didn't speak, but turned sideways to make way for Peng Mengyin.
Peng Mengyin smiled and said thank you, then looked up at the furnishings in Fu Zhihuan's house, and said, "You are the tenant of Mr. Fu's house, right?"
"Um."
tenant.
These two words seem to be like a gap across the top, extinguishing all the ambiguity that was sprouting before.
Peng Mengyin's tone was soft and casual, and every sentence sounded very generous and easy-going.
She walked into Fu Zhihuan's bedroom, and while packing her things, she chatted with Wen Ruan casually: "Mr. Fu has always been very kind. Although he looks cold, he is actually very patient."
Wen Ruan raised his eyes and didn't speak. After a long time, he suddenly asked, "Where did Fu Zhihuan go?"
"It's best to wait for Mr. Fu to tell you himself."
Peng Mengyin smiled and shook her head. She packed Fu Zhihuan's things, then stood up, and walked in front of Wen Ruan: "In fact, Miss Wen doesn't have to wait for Mr. Fu to come back. You should do your own things earlier."
When Wen Ruan heard this, she raised her eyes and looked at Peng Mengyin in front of her.
There was a smile in Peng Mengyin's eyes, and the tone of every sentence sounded extremely gentle, but it seemed that every word had a deep meaning.
Wen Ruan laughed suddenly, and then said lightly: "If you have anything to say, you can say it directly, you don't need to beat around the bush like this."
Peng Mengyin: "I don't understand what you mean."
Wen Ruan: "I mean, you're here to pack your things, not to talk to me."
Hearing this, Peng Mengyin pursed his lips and smiled, then lowered his head to apologize: "Sorry, I didn't think carefully, so I'll go first, Miss Wen should go to bed early."
After speaking, he turned around and left.
The door closed softly.
Wen Ruan stood in the huge house without moving for a long time.
She squatted down and buried her head in her knees. After a long time, she took a deep breath, took out her phone again, and clicked on the dialog box with Fu Zhihuan.
On the interface, there are still only messages sent by him.
Wen Ruan suddenly felt some unreasonable grievances.
But for a while, he couldn't think of his wronged position.
She suddenly remembered the Tao Xun she saw last night, and suddenly realized whether it was just now or last night, even though she wanted to know the answer very, very much.
There is no position to ask "who is that person's identity?"
Wen Ruan suddenly felt that chasing someone so hard was really tiring.
It's like pinning all my emotions on others, I will be happy about a little thing, and I will be sad and painful about some things.
Stop loss in time.
Wen Ruan took a deep breath and dialed Xie Yanchi's number.
The music on Xie Yanchi's head was loud, as if he was having some kind of party: "Hello?"
Wen Ruan's voice was a little hoarse: "1201, Building 13, Mingchen Garden, come and pick me up now."
Xie Yanchi was slightly stunned, he frowned, stood up, and found a quiet place: "Are you okay?"
"fine."
Wen Ruan cleared his throat, but his voice still trembled uncontrollably: "I'll go to your place to stay for a few days."
"become."
Xie Yanchi hung up the phone, his frown remained on.
After a while, I lowered my head and sent a message to someone—"Check what happened to Fu Lu?"
The elevator doors opened.
Peng Mengyin was not in a hurry to go out to find Zhao Zichen, she turned her head and looked upstairs, then smiled softly, leaned against the door of the unit building, took out a cigarette from her pocket, and lit it.
She lowered her eyes, glanced at the clothes she was carrying, and frowned, her expression a little cold.
What a fate, Fu Lu.
The cigarette at Peng Mengyin's fingertips was half burnt, and then he twisted it out angrily and threw it into the trash can. Then he took out a box of chewing gum from his pocket, poured two pieces into his mouth, and then continued walking towards the gate of the community.
As soon as he left the gate of the community, he saw Zhao Zichen's figure.
Peng Mengyin said hello: "Brother, I'm here."
Zhao Zichen turned his head and didn't see Wen Ruan, so he frowned: "Wen Ruan didn't come?"
"She fell asleep and I didn't wake her up."
Peng Mengyin smiled helplessly, then passed the things in his hand to Zhao Zichen, opened the door and got into the car: "Why don't we talk to Mr. Fu after he wakes up? A girl knows that something happened to the person she likes. It will definitely be sad."
After Zhao Zichen thought about it, it was also the same reason, so he didn't ask any more questions: "OK, then I'll send you back first."
"Well, thank you, brother."
The author has something to say: ah, did I write too ambiguously in the last chapter
Continue to double update tomorrow.
The author who had a premonition that he would be scolded quickly fled the scene of the crime.