Hearing my scream, Meng Shengle hurriedly slammed the steering wheel a few times, the tires of the car rubbed against the ground, dragging out two black marks, and the front of the car rode on the curb like a drunk, and hit a telephone pole with a "bang", and was suffocated by the fire.

The huge impact force forced my head to hit the front windshield of the car with a "bang", which made me a little confused in an instant, and Meng Shengle next to me was not much better than me, and he also covered his head and let out a "hiss" low roar.

"Grass mud daddy, you can drive, look at me a chicken!" I rubbed my forehead, scolded Meng Shengle, then pushed the car door and ran down, yelling at Meng Shengle: "The ink is a chicken, why don't you hurry up and see if you hit anyone." ”

Getting out of the car, I turned my head twice to observe where the man was, and the cruel sight of the bloody hula did not appear, and a man in white clothes and black hair sat on the side of the road, also panting and watching us.

Seeing that the person was safe and sound, my hanging heart finally fell slightly, and I hurriedly ran towards the person: "Dude, are you okay?"

"You are murder!" The man stared at me viciously, and spoke softly, with a southern accent.

This person is estimated to be in his early thirties, white and clean, with thin eyebrows and small eyes, shaved long wavy hair like "Chen Haonan", which was very popular in the nineties, wearing a milky white T-shirt, a pair of blue pencil pants under it, one sneaker on his foot, and the other shoe missing.

"Grass mud horse, are you sick? Meng Shengle ran over with a star, pointed at the man and cursed: "You say, what's the matter? My car must have been scrapped in a collision, no, let's deal with it by the public!"

The man was a little stunned by Meng Shengle's roar, and he was silent for a while before he raised his head and said: "Dude, it's obvious that you almost hit me, why do you bite back.."

Meng Shengle spat and pinched his waist and shouted: "Are you stupid? This is a motor vehicle roadway, I can't read the road signs, Shao Jiba is talking nonsense to me from here, you say, are we going to call the police or do you pay me money?"

The man struggled to get up, first looked at us, then at the "Bora car" that hit the telephone pole, bit his lip and said, "Then call the police." ”

"Okay, you stand still. Meng Shengle took out his mobile phone and began to press the number.

I pushed Meng Shengle, raised his eyebrows and made a color, signaling him not to make things bigger, it's dark and dark, the ghost knows if there is a camera, don't look back at the man who was almost hit by us, and then find a hospital to lie down, we can really find a living father for ourselves in the rest of our lives.

"Don't persuade me, I'll call my uncle!" Meng Shengle grabbed me, holding his mobile phone and shouting with a straight face: "Hey, uncle, we had a car accident on Heping West Road, it seems that we met a professional porcelain..."

The man standing not far away frowned, and then suddenly pulled his legs and ran towards the intersection, the speed caught me a little off guard, and in a few breaths, he ran out at least a few dozen meters away, and by the time I reacted, the guy was completely gone.

I touched my nose and muttered, "Uh, what's the matter?"

"What's the situation, that is, your brother Le's reaction is sensitive, otherwise we will definitely have to pay 1.8 million today. Meng Shengle grinned and put his mobile phone in his trouser pocket, raised his head at me and said, "I didn't call at all just now, I just wanted to try this kid's reaction, you see, is it not what Brother Le expected." ”