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Yun Bixue's whole body trembled a little, she didn't want to listen to it, but she had to continue listening, and she couldn't hold the phone in her hand.

No matter how calm she is, she will still panic in the face of her grandfather's affairs, because grandpa is her and Bilu's only relative.

She and Bilu have lost their parents since they were children, and they all grew up under the watchful eye of their grandfather, and if something happens to their grandfather, she doesn't know what will happen to her.

Yang Mei choked up a little, "The car that the old man and Aunt Zhou were riding in crashed and exploded when they passed the West Ring Bridge." ”

Yun Bixue felt that her head was buzzing, her ears seemed to explode, and she couldn't hear anything, her whole person looked dumbfounded, and a smell of blood came out of her throat.

Yang Mei was still saying something on the other end of the phone, Yun Bixue couldn't hear it at all, she fainted directly.

No matter what Yang Mei said, there was no reply, and the mobile phone was still on call, but she just couldn't hear the eldest lady's voice.

Yangmei was in a hurry, for fear that something would happen to the eldest lady, she called Yundong, but no one answered.

The other dead soldiers of the Yun family in the imperial capital, for the sake of safety and not exposure, were all contacted by Yun Dong on a single line, and she couldn't be contacted now.

Even if she runs directly to the imperial capital now, it will be too late, Yang Mei is really worried about the safety of the eldest lady.

For the first time, she felt that there was a feeling of powerlessness, it turned out that the strength of their Yun family, out of Ning'an City, was really too small in the imperial capital.

This series of things also made her at a loss, but as dead soldiers, they must cheer up, Old Man Yun is gone, and the eldest lady must not have any more accidents.

Yang Mei suddenly remembered that every time she went to the Caring Congress to donate, she would fill out a confirmation form, and she also had a copy in her hand, as if she had a phone.

Right, right

Yangmei took out the sheet and called the contact on it.

It was Ren Ting, when Yang Mei euphemistically expressed that someone in a certain residence might have something to do and needed him to bring someone to help take a look.

Ren Ting became serious, agreed decisively, and also expressed that he would report the situation to Yangmei at any time.

Yangmei continues to thank and promises that she will continue to donate materials in the future.

Ren Ting thought about it, although the relationship between Miss Yun and the president was not admitted, they also had dinner together last night, so they must be familiar.

He made a phone call to Wang Qianjin and told him about the situation.

Wang Qianjin directly took his coat and said as he walked out: "I'll go with you." Wang Qianjin also changed her usual laziness, and became serious at this time.

Because they got off work, Wang Qianjin and Ren Ting didn't live in the same place, so when they went to Yun Bixue's residence, Wang Qianjin arrived first.

When he came to the door of Yun Bixue's house, no one answered how Wang Qianjin knocked on the door, he looked at the door lock and sighed, he Wang Qianjin still had to pick the door lock.

He found a small silver wire everywhere, picked the door lock, and as soon as he entered the living room, he saw Yun Bixue lying on the ground.

She fell there thin and curled up, and suddenly crashed into Wang Qianjin's heart.

He hurriedly ran over and helped Yun Bixue up, "Yun Bixue, Yun Bixue"

Yun Bixue was unconscious at this time, her face was pale, and her body was weak and boneless, Wang Qianjin was holding her, and her body was also soft and weak.

Wang Qianjin looked at her pale face, looked unconscious, and slapped her face, "Yun Bixue, Yun Bixue, wake up, wake up"

In the end, there was no way, Wang Qianjin hurriedly collected and sorted out 00 of the people who pinched the clouds and blue snow, and the copyright belonged to the author or the publishing house.