I also threatened not to tell the truth, I dare not say it a second time.
This is not because I am timid, but Qin Dongli's eyes are very scary, as if I say more, he will strangle me, I am afraid of death, not timid.
Shen Chaoxi's family is not rich, at least compared with Qin Dongli, it is the relationship between cloud and mud!
But compared to me, it’s absolutely holy. From Qin Dongli’s words, it seems that Mu Xiaoyu is dissatisfied with Shen Chaoxi’s family. From my point of view, Mu Xiaoyu is 80% in favor of Qin Dongli, who knows that Qin Dongli doesn’t know beauty. Intentionally. Chengquan brothers, people with high IQ usually have a worryingly low EQ.
Back to the illness, Qin Dongli went to wash, I snapped on my cell phone and told Twilight, this is a big drama.
Speaking of points of interest, he still smirked.
"Dingdong, Dingdong" The phone rang, it was Yang Lingxuan, why did he call me so late!
"Hey! What's wrong! Miss me?" I joked, jokingly.
Yang Lingxuan was silent over there. I suddenly sat up: "Yang Lingxuan, are you there? Hello..."
"Sansan!" Yang Lingxuan shouted in a low voice.
"Huh? I'm here, what's the matter?"
"Will the wound on your forehead leave scars?"
"Nothing, who said it?"
"Who hit the wound on your forehead?"
I was shocked and got out of bed and said anxiously: "I accidentally smashed your car window! No one hit it!"
"It's Shichi, isn't it?" Yang Lingxuan said, with a calm tone, my heart beat suddenly.
"No, no, Yang Lingxuan, where are you, I'm going to find you, Yang Lingxuan... Dududu!"
Yang Lingxuan’s mobile phone hung up, I held the mobile phone, put on my shoes, looked at Qin Dongli’s wallet, hurriedly took 200 from it, knocked on the door and said to Qin Dongli: "Mr. Qin, I’m in a hurry, let me borrow you. 200, go out!"
There was no echo, I lifted my foot and ran, while taking advantage of the elevator, I called Yang Lingxuan, and the phone came back. The number you dialed was turned off!
After a trot all the way, I walked out of the hospital gate and reached out to beckon a car. In the car I was in, I was panting very much. How could Yang Lingxuan know that Shichi hit me on the head? It's over. Didn't Yang Lingxuan say MBN at home? What should I do now!
When I came to the home of 301, Block B, Yanglingxuan Huijingyuan, I opened the door, and my house was smashed into confusion.
I was even more disturbed, hurriedly closed the door, ran to the security lobby of the community, and asked: "Have you seen Mr. Yang's house in Block B 301? Is anyone coming in or out?"
"Miss Pei?" The security guard saw me and said, "No, but Mr. Yang, when you come back from picking up the car today, say hello to me..."
With a nervous look on my face, I asked, "Did you say that you smashed the car that day?"
The security guard said: "I didn't say anything, but that Miss Pei seemed to be arguing with someone that day. It seemed that Mr. Yang adjusted the camera video and watched it about the car window problem!"
I circled my palms tightly, turned around and ran. You have to find Yang Lingxuan quickly, otherwise he can kill Shichi!
I couldn't stop a car on the road, and I was crying in a hurry.
Finally, I saw an empty car coming from the opposite side. I was crossing the road and a car came in a hurry.
The headlights are extremely bright. I didn't respond, raising my hand to block the dazzling light.
The car slammed into a violent brake, only one fist away from me, and a man walked in the driving position. He said coldly to me, "Pei Sansan, you are dying, why are you going crazy at night?"
Qin Dongli!
I rushed to take a seat in his car. He also got in the car, holding the disc with his hand, looking at me coldly with eyes like the sea like stars.
"Mr. Qin, can you borrow your car?" I was crying anxiously.
Qin Dongli's hair was still dripping, and his clothes were mostly wet. It's like taking a shower in a hurry and putting on the clothes immediately before wiping.
Qin Dongli frowned, "What's the matter? Where are you going!"
At this time, Shichi is definitely not at home, at the bar. gay bar a street.
Qin Dongli started the car at a speed of 100 yards. I still felt slow, and kept urging, hurry up, hurry up!
Qin Dongli turned to look at me and drew a paper towel to me, "wipe your tears, don't stain my car, I can't afford to sell you!"
I took the tissue. Holding a tissue, laughing with tears, wiping tears indiscriminately and said: "It's okay, I'm only 23, dirty your car. I'll work for you in the next 20 years!"