"Red sports car, the license plate is ......" Feng Yuanxiao's face turned pale, at this moment she saw the real ruthlessness in Jiang Yue's eyes, she felt that her breath was completely choked, almost suffocated.

Jiang October shook her off violently, she pushed open the window, didn't even leave a word, and jumped directly from the upstairs.

Feng Yuanxiao was stunned, although the position on the third floor is not high, but jumping down may also end up crippled for life.

But when she looked at Fu Qinghan again, she found that the other party's calm expression had a certain kind of gloom.

His gaze was extremely cold, and the temperature in the room seemed to be low.

He frowned between his eyebrows, and he didn't even glance at Feng Yuanxiao. With his slender legs, he directly pushed open the door, and faced his subordinates outside, his voice was like ice, almost making people subconsciously tremble: "Miss Feng is crazy, take her down to rest first." ”

*

Jiang October came to this time and space, because of the lack of mental power, she rarely used her prophecy ability, but a few days ago, she saw a certain picture of Jiang Zichen's future.

To be honest, she wasn't quite sure, because the picture was extremely blurry, and for a short moment, she only vaguely felt that Jiang Zichen was hit by a red sports car, and the last three digits of the license plate number seemed to be 111.

She remembered the blinding red in front of her eyes, and the unusually clear pain in her brain.

Even in a trance, she felt that that the picture was just thinking too much.

But just in case, she still bought a bunch of exercise books, just because she didn't want Jiang Zichen to go out.

But now she suddenly realizes that everything is true.

Because the last three digits of Zhao Chongyang's sports car license plate number are 111.

If everything was true, his red sports car would inevitably crash into Jiang Zichen.

Jiang Yue clenched her fingers fiercely, she made a phone call, very simply, and asked directly: "Jiang Zichen, where are you?" ”

"I ...... in learning. Jiang Zichen didn't expect Jiang October to call suddenly, he cleared his throat, but he didn't have much confidence to speak.

"Tell the truth." Jiang October only said three words.

Jiang Zichen was frightened, how did she know that she had slipped out to play, could it be that she was monitored at home? He stumbled and said, "I'm just going out to play for a while, I'm ...... over there in Nanyang Building."

Before he could finish speaking, the phone was suddenly hung up.

What does Jiang October mean? Is it to make yourself wait for him.

Ahhh

I'm so scared.

But no, the consequences seem to be even more terrible.

Jiang Zichen took a deep breath, forget it, just wait.

It's a big deal that sixteen years later, he is a good man again.

Don't panic, steady, it's not a big problem.

Jiang Zichen was holding a skateboard, weak and pitiful and helpless, his buddies were Chen Ze and them, after hearing Jiang October's call, they were so frightened that they all slipped away, only he stood alone in place, this area was very quiet, only the street lamps were gently illuminating the night.

Jiang Zichen glanced around, and he suddenly saw a red sports car driving not far away.

Damn, that's handsome.

There is no boy who doesn't love cars, although Jiang Zichen can be regarded as a little local tyrant, but Jiang Mengqing will not give him such a car.

This is simply a dream car, and the sound of this engine bombing the street is too good.

His mother, Chen Xueru, likes to go to concerts and watch operas when she has nothing to do.

If you want him to say, this engine sound is the sound of heaven!