Jiang Yi works in a pottery studio, she is not a professional in ceramics, but when she went to the suburbs to sketch when she had nothing to do, she was accidentally seen by Yang Xiaolan, Yang Xiaolan liked her paintings very much, and then asked her if she was interested in pottery, so Jiang Yi has been following Yang Xiaolan in the studio for three years.

Recently, the studio was going to hold a pottery exhibition, and Jiang Yi was busy from early in the morning, and his mobile phone suddenly rang at half past three in the afternoon.

It's an unfamiliar number.

Jiang Yi stopped what he was doing, connected the phone, and heard a sweet voice inside: "Hello, is it Miss Jiang Yanjiang?" ”

"I am."

The sweet voice said: "I am Mr. Zhong's secretary Chen Xiao, and the matter of chasing the tail is ......"

Jiang Yi interrupted Chen Xiao's words and frowned, "What about Zhong Fei?" ”

She gave him her phone number, not just someone to send her.

Chen Xiao paused, "Mr. Zhong is in a meeting. ”

Jiang Yi took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and did not speak.

This is deliberately avoiding her.

Chen Xiao continued to say businesslikely: "The insurance company has already given a loss assessment form, and the compensation amount is 80,000 yuan, and I will send you the account number later." ”

Jiang Yi suddenly sneered, "You tell Zhong Fei that unless he contacts me personally, I won't give money." ”

After speaking, Jiang Yu hung up the phone directly.

Chen Xiao looked at the hung up phone and was stunned, and was shocked by Jiang Yu's bandit-like logic for a long time and didn't come back to his senses.

After hesitating for a while, Chen Xiao got up and knocked on the door of the president's office.

Zhong Fei was talking to Lu Zhen about things, and when he heard a knock on the door, he stopped, and the calm voice reached Chen Xiao's ears through the door panel.

"Enter."

Chen Xiao walked in, and Zhong Fei asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Miss Jiang said......" Chen Xiao pursed her lips and slurred.

"What did she say?"

"She said that if you don't contact her, she won't pay compensation."

Zhong Fei frowned, didn't speak for a long time, and finally waved his hand to Chen Xiao, "I know, you go out." ”

Lu Zhen leaned on the sofa and was happy, "This woman is very interesting, don't you like you?" ”

Zhong Fei didn't speak, pinched his eyebrows.

He wondered what kind of liking in the world was like this.

……

At six o'clock in the evening, Jiang Yi finished his work.

Yang Xiaolan's pottery studio is located in the suburbs of Linjiang City, and the only fly in the ointment is that it is too far away from the city.

Jiang Yi drove home, there was no car on the road, she lit a cigarette, lowered the window, put the hand holding the cigarette on the window edge, and the smoke drifted backwards.

A van stopped not far in front of it, it seemed to be broken down, three or two people were around the front of the car and were repairing, Jiang Yi glanced at it, he didn't care, but suddenly saw a little girl jumping out of the car.

Two men also got out of the van and chased the little girl in front.

Jiang Yi had a good memory, and she recognized one of the men at a glance as the one who had had his arm removed by Zhong Fei at the bar that day.

The little girl ran forward with all her might, her big eyes full of horror, she saw Jiang Yi's car and began to shout for help.

The little girl's voice was thin, but hoarse, and fell into Jiang Yu's ears along the wind.

Jiang Yi's heart suddenly twitched.

The two men were tall and long-legged, and they quickly caught up with the little girl, but at this time, something happened suddenly, and the red BMW drove quickly and hit them straight away.

The two people hurriedly hid to the side, the BMW car stopped next to the little girl, Jiang Yi opened the door of the passenger seat and said to the little girl: "Get in the car!" ”

The little girl hurriedly got into the car, and the two people also reacted and ran over to pull the car door.

Jiang Yi snorted coldly and said to the little girl, "Sit tight." ”

She pressed the gas pedal hard, and the red BMW slammed out like a whistling arrow.