The world owes you kindness, I will repay it
—Fu Nanli
Typhoon 'Mina' passed through. At 5:30 pm, the Meteorological Observatory issued a No. 3 typhoon warning. It was raining outside, with the rain pouring down on the windows. The house was dark and quiet.
Wen Qiao spent an entire afternoon finally figuring it out. She seemed to be reborn.
It felt like there was an alarm going off in my head, very noisy.
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To stay with Fu Nanli -
To stay with Fu Nanli -
Otherwise you will die!!
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It will really kill you!!!
Wen Qiao knocked his head: "I know, I know, how many times do I have to say it?"
The name Fu Nanli sounded familiar. A white light suddenly flashed through her mind, and she remembered that she seemed to have seen this name in the news in her previous life. Two days before she filled out her college entrance examination application form, Fu Nanli, the only heir of the Fu family, died in a car accident on the way to the airport.
Wen Qiao looked at the calendar on the desk and saw that June 24 was circled, which was the day after tomorrow. So—
Fu Nanli is going to have a car accident tonight!
Without thinking too much, she immediately grabbed an umbrella and rushed out, bumping into her mother who was just entering the yard.
Su Yun held her back and said, "This is a sandwich and milk. It's only one day expired. The supermarket owner asked me to bring it back. You haven't had dinner yet, so you'll eat this later."
Wen Qiao shook off her mother's hand: "Mom, I have something urgent to do, I need to go out for a while."
After saying that, she ran out. Her mother's voice faded behind her: "Where are you going in this storm?"
Wen Qiao hailed a taxi, got in, tied her umbrella, put it at her feet, and brushed off the rain on her skirt. "Master, let's go to Dongpu Airport."
The driver pushed open the meter, stepped on the accelerator, and drove headlong into the heavy rain.
This master is a chatterbox and he can't stop once he starts talking.
"Girl, are you going to the airport?"
"Um."
"Going to the airport at this hour? To catch a flight? Or to drop someone off?"
“Send it to someone.”
"Have you ever heard of Captain Fu Nanli of Dongchuan Airlines?"
Wen Qiao chuckled. This Fu Nanli was actually a famous person.
"I heard that he is tall and handsome, a famous handsome guy in the aviation industry. Most importantly, his family is a chaebol family with a mine. I heard that his grandfather used to be in the Air Force, and his last words were that he wanted him to be a pilot, so he became a captain."
Wen Qiao looked at his watch, looking anxious: "Master, can you drive faster?"
The driver tapped the navigation system on his phone beside him and said, "We'll take the outer ring road. There's less traffic there. Don't worry. I guarantee we'll get you to the airport as quickly as possible."
Wen Qiao closed his eyes and tried hard to recall the news about Fu Nanli’s car accident in his previous life. What time was it and where did the accident take place
It was just an insignificant little fragment of her life, but she actually recalled it.
At 7:30, Fu Nanli's car hit a concrete truck on the road three kilometers away from the Bai'an exit of the outer ring road. The car overturned and exploded, leaving no trace of his body. It was really tragic.
Wen Qiao looked at his watch. It was already seven o'clock.
"Master, can we get off the outer ring at 7:30?"
"Well, it's not a big problem."
The taxi sped along, raindrops were flying on the windows outside, a soft Cantonese song was playing in the car, Wen Qiao was so anxious that she wished she could grow wings and fly away.
There were too many trucks on the outer ring road and the weather was too bad, so the driver didn't dare to drive fast. When he got off the outer ring road, it was 7:28.
Wen Qiao kept urging: "Master, please hurry up, please hurry up."
"Little girl, you still have to pay attention to safety. Don't go any faster."
With a bang, right in front of her, a Bentley collided with a concrete truck that ran a red light. The headlights were so bright that she covered her eyes with her hands. The harsh sound of brakes, the friction of tires, and the sound of the car crashing to the ground all intertwined into one.
Wen Qiao looked at the world through his fingers...
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