"Okay, kneel down, I don't want to talk to you now."
With that said, Su Kui picked up the men's wallet on the ground and looked around, intending to find a conspicuous place that could be seen at a glance.
This action caused the system to issue a questioning voice: [Host, you obviously have money, what you should do now is take the money, find a clean hotel, take a hot bath, and have a big meal. 】
After that, it added another sentence: [In this way, it is in line with your own personality problem. 】
Su Kui:...
"It seems that you have a thorough understanding of my personality? But, isn't there a sentence in your database called: Are all women changeable?"
In a word, Su Kui shook the system until it crashed. He found a corner to sit down, set up the poor little girl, and maintained it to the end.
The rain lasted for two days, and the entire city was shrouded in a foggy rain curtain. The road was slippery on rainy days. In traffic reports, there were always traffic jams and car accidents.
Since returning home, sitting in the shower and picking up a foreign book, Ze Feng hasn't read a word.
Real-time traffic news was playing on the radio on the low cabinet by the bed. It is hard to imagine that in such a modern apartment, there will be a retro-looking radio.
Moreover, this radio can still operate normally.
Ze Feng rubbed his eyebrows and turned the page boredly, but his eyes didn't know where he saw it.
The radio station used to help sleep, now every word of the host has penetrated into his heart.
"The following is a real-time road condition. The road is slippery on rainy days. Drivers are asked to slow down. There was a car accident on xx road, which has caused a girl to die on the spot..."
"Boom!"
Zefeng sat up quickly, and the thick foreign language book hit the floor. Before he could pick it up, he rushed into the cloakroom with his bare feet, dressed in pajamas, took a coat casually, stepped on slippers, and sprinted downstairs. .
The security guard downstairs was so sleepy that he was yawning. He suddenly saw a figure flashing by, whipped up and rubbed his eyes, and saw a familiar figure.
"Mr. Aize? Where are you going on this rainy day?"
As soon as the question was over, the person had disappeared.
The security guard shook his head and muttered, "The rich people nowadays have a weird temper."
If he could be like Mr. Ze, young and promising, in this kind of weather, he would hug his wife, lie in a comfortable big ***, and not go anywhere!
This high-end apartment has an underground garage. It's just for the night. I don't know how the elevator stopped. There is no way. Zefeng ran down one staircase after another.
Before taking the elevator, he didn't think there was anything. Now Zefeng feels that the design of this apartment is very unreasonable.
Tired and panting, his hands were still shaking when he got into the car.
In fact, he didn't even know why he was so panicked when he heard the words "A girl who had an accident and died on the spot".
He asked himself that he was never a kind person, and he was so cold-hearted that even when his parents were alive, the comments he gave him were cold-hearted.
He is such a person, few people can touch his emotions.
On the way to the hospital, Zefeng regretted it more than once when he drove into the rain curtain. He knew this would happen, so why not scare her by saying that
In fact, he is not so in the evaluation of unexpected people—