If there must be a shocking accident in his life, then he is glad that the car accident injured Song Xixi and not others. - Tang Zhihuan

June, Beijing.

Song Xixi lived to be twenty-seven years old and had seen countless traffic accidents on the news.

Today she and her little electric donkey are finally the protagonists of a small traffic accident.

Lying on the cold road, her arms were rubbed and broken, and the sand and dust were all stuck to the bloody wounds, which looked shocking, and her ankles were pressed by the little electric donkey, which made her scream.

And behind her side is a black luxury car, what brand she didn't pay attention to, but it looks expensive, the driver's door was rubbed by the reflection mirror of the small electric donkey with two bright cuts, also shocking I don't know how much silver it costs.

Fortunately, it was early in the morning, and there were no vehicles coming and going, so she was allowed to think about what to do now.

Anyway, you can't afford to lose......

At this time, the car finally turned off, the driver's door opened from the inside, and a man in a suit and leather shoes came out, and a cold and slender silhouette was cast under the light of the street lamp, and the legs were thin and long.

Song Xixi chuckled in his heart, raised his face with difficulty, and showed an uncomfortable look, no matter how he sympathized with it first!

Unexpectedly, as soon as she lifted the face of the dusty servant, the man standing in front of her suddenly pulled his suit pants and squatted down, and an ascetic and good-looking handsome face crashed into her eyes.

The dark eyes are calm, the brows are tightly wrinkled, and a pair of metallic thin-framed glasses are hung on the bridge of the nose.

"Are you alright?"

The voice is surprisingly good, and the voice is low as if it is in a bad mood.

But if the car is rowed, can you be in a good mood......

Song Xixi hurriedly lowered her head and lowered her gaze, at this time, if she was still a nymphomaniac to others, no matter how good-tempered people were, they couldn't help but kick her away...

"Can you help me move the motorcycle first, my feet don't seem to be very good......," Song Xixi smiled wryly, her Jio was really a little not good.

When Tang Zhihuan heard this, he calmly glanced at her ankles with black eyes, and then started to help the motorcycle that was pressed on her to the side, squatted down again to help Song Xixi, who was still lying on the ground, and his eyes fell on her ankles: "Try it, see if you can move." ”

Song Xixi moved slightly, and there was a refreshing pain in his ankle, and he gritted his teeth and shook his head aggrievedly: "No, it should be a sprain." ”

“……”

The night breeze is slightly cool, even in June, the wind blows in the early morning, Song Xixi is wearing a one-shoulder Hong Kong-style chiffon shirt with bell sleeves, and a pair of ultra-short denim shorts underneath, her dirty appearance is indeed a little pitiful, as soon as she opened her mouth, the man who was holding her was surprised, "Can you take me to the hospital?" ”

"I can't go to the hospital on my own right now, ...... at night," she shrugged coldly, staring down at her injured arm.

The tired man closed his eyes, and when he opened them, his dark eyes were full of helplessness, and then he habitually pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, helped the dirty man to the co-pilot, and looked at his co-pilot's seat, quite disgusted.

Turning around the front of the car and returning to the driver's seat to open the door, his eyes swept to the scratches on the door, and his brows tightened.

I went to the hospital to treat the wound, but fortunately, the wound was not serious, and the ankle was also slightly sprained.

Song Xixi was relieved to hear Dr. Mei's diagnosis.