Chapter 550: 550 Supplemental Dust: Mountain Road Encounter

The rain was a bit heavy, but fortunately Wen Yanqi left her an umbrella, and Wen Xin held the umbrella and walked down the bluestone steps step by step.

Hiss –

The road was too slippery, and she was absent-minded, so she didn't notice it for a while and fell.

There was a hole in his pants, a layer of skin at his knees, blood beads were pouring out, and the umbrella fell to the side.

Wen Xin endured the pain and stood up and continued to walk down with an umbrella, but when she reached the exit, she didn't see her aunt's car.

She looked left and right for a while, not knowing which way to go, there was a corner in front of her, and she vaguely remembered that when she came here, the car turned a corner.

She pursed her lips and walked forward with her umbrella in hand.

At the same time, a black Cayenne is driving on a mountain road, and the mobile phone rings non-stop in the car, while the man sitting in the back seat is unaffected by the files on the computer.

Half a minute later, the car was quiet.

It was only quiet for four or five seconds before the phone rang again, and this time it wasn't his.

Yan Shang in the driver's seat glanced at the notes on his mobile phone, and said worriedly: "Boss, Miss Fu called me." ”

The man's sword eyebrows twisted slightly, and the action of tapping on the keyboard in his hand still did not stop: "Don't care...... Brake-"

The car braked suddenly, the body shook, and the man subconsciously leaned forward, with some displeasure between his eyebrows: "What's the matter?" ”

Yan Shang still had palpitations: "I'm sorry boss, something suddenly popped out of the road, are you okay?" ”

The man straightened his cuffs: "Go and see what's going on?" ”

"Yes." Yan Shang hurriedly got out of the car, he thought that in this deep mountain, it was normal for a wild boar and a wild deer to jump out, but he never thought that it was a person.

He looked at the figure squatting one centimeter away from the front of the car, and his tone was a little resentful: "Where did the child come from, how to walk on the road?" Do you know that this is very dangerous, if it weren't for the fast braking I just now, your life would be gone! ”

“……”

"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

The man in the car saw that the assistant had not come up, so he got out of the car and wrinkled his eyebrows: "What's wrong?" ”

Yan Shang: "Boss, it's a person, I talk to her and she ignores me." ”

When the man walked to the front of the car with long legs, he saw a petite figure squatting on the ground, his head buried in his knees, and a broken umbrella fell next to him.

She was dressed in black, with long black hair tied in a low ponytail, and a few loose strands of hair hanging down the side of her face.

The man stared at her: "This young lady, I don't have time to spend with you here, as we can see, my car didn't touch you, please give way." ”

“……”

The man was a little impatient, he looked at Yan Shang: "Give her some money." ”

As soon as the words fell, the small figure moved, and then a weak choked voice sounded: "I'm sorry ......"

She knocked on the mountain once, her knees hurt, and she was almost hit by a car just now, so scared that her legs were weak, and she really couldn't get up.

The man's body stiffened, and he followed the voice, and at this time the girl was raising her head, her eyes were flushed, her big eyes were full of water, the tears on her cheeks had not yet dried, and some broken hair was stuck to her face.

And the moment Wen Xin raised her eyes to see him, the light at the bottom of her eyes flashed, and then she quickly lowered her head, put one hand on the ground, and took a small step back in a squatting position.

Only then did the man see that her knee was injured......

[Plot combing: Wen Xin was seven years old when she first met Jun Xiang in the milk tea shop, and at Jun Xiangxiang's wedding, Wen Xin was eight years old and met twenty-six-year-old Jing Chen, and the age difference between them was eighteen years. 】

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