President Daddy is too difficult to deal with

The scene was in chaos. When Quan Tingmo arrived, the sudden heavy rain had just stopped, and the air was still filled with the faint smell of grass after the rain. There was chaos in front of his eyes, except for the ambulance.

The black Maserati was too dazzling in the crowd, Quan Tingmo quickly got out of the car and approached step by step.

The whole person seemed to be crushed on the Lingchi platform, on the verge of death, he had a thousand and one hundred unwillingness that the car was the one that Ye Wanwan drove today.

But when he stood in front of the car, the familiar license plate lit up in his eyes, and a woman with disheveled hair was crawling on the driver's seat not far away. The dazzling bracelet on her wrist shone brightly under the dim light, almost taking him away. All sanity.

It's really Ye Wanwan.

Quan Tingmo couldn't describe how he felt at that moment. His eyes were scarlet and cold, with a look he had never seen before, and his pupils were as dark as the dark sky just before the rainstorm.

He had never been so flustered, he took off his seat belt twice before putting it down, and carried Ye Wanwan out to the car.

The girl in the arms was very quiet at the moment, with a large amount of blood on her forehead flowing down her delicate cheeks, she stayed in Quan Tingmo's arms obediently, without moving a muscle.

She didn't have the silly look that usually appeared whenever Quan Tingmo approached.

The sound of the Maybach rubbing against the ground cut through the noisy scene of the car accident and forcibly turned everyone's attention. A black suv not far away seemed less blinking. Few people noticed that this car was the same as the Maybach. Come to the scene at the same time.

It's just that the direction is different. Quan Tingmo saw Ye Wanwan first.

Quan Tingxuan has a panoramic view of all his movements, and also sees Quan Tingmo holding him in his arms like holding a porcelain doll.

His eyes were extremely cold, and he showed an almost cold sneer, and cursed an unknown swear word in his mouth.

Quan Tingxuan didn't come here just to watch the news. He happened to pass by on his way home. He never cared about such things. Except for the people he cared about, it didn't matter who lived or died. He drove the car through the crowd indifferently, Back to Quan's house.

It wasn't until at the door of Quan's house that he bumped into Uncle Fu who was answering the phone by accident, did he know that Ye Wanwan hadn't come back tonight.

He felt something bad almost subconsciously, and drove the car out, all the way to the accident scene at the gate of the villa area. Even so, he was still a step late.

Watching Quan Tingmo take him away, he can't do anything.

His skin was pale enough to be a little transparent, and the smell of nicotine in the car could no longer calm him down. His brows were exquisite but had a compelling cold aura, and his whole body exuded Do Not Enter.

There was a knock on the door and window, and a 50-year-old middle-aged man stood by the window anxiously.

Quan Tingxuan rolled down the window impatiently, and heard the man say: "Can you do me a favor and take my wife to the hospital, the ambulance hasn't arrived yet, my car was hit like that, it's really There is no way."

Quan Tingxuan followed the man's gaze, and the car in the middle where the three cars collided was the one the 50-year-old uncle pointed to.

The ambulance never came, and the woman who was also sitting beside the car was panting heavily, her face was ashen, her body was covered with blood, and she looked in a very bad condition.

Quan Tingxuan's eyes were icy cold, and he pulled out a few words stiffly: "Don't worry about me."

He immediately started the car and drove off.