Jianbao life

Chapter 399
Where Li Heng was in a daze, he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

After a while, he opened his mouth, his voice trembling: "What?"

Li Heng turned his head and looked at Lin Weiya: "What did you say - something happened to my dad?"

All right, why did something happen?

Lin Weiya shook her head in a panic. She no longer cared about the woolen stuff she hadn't had time to pay for. Panting heavily, she grabbed Li Heng and said, "Calm down, listen to me..."

Lin Weiya said to make people calm down, but she seemed the least calm.

"Girl, if you have something to say slowly, don't get excited!" Elder Feng next to him also said nervously, this Lin Weiya has always been very calm, if there is nothing important, she will definitely not be so excited.

"Li Heng, hurry to the hospital! Something happened to Uncle Li, and Auntie couldn't contact you, so she called me!" Lin Weiya finished speaking out of breath, looking at Li Heng worriedly.

Just now, when she was in the middle of paying, she got a message from Li Heng's mother.

Li Heng's father, Li Zhiqiu, had an accident in his store. The whole store was hit by a car and he was in a car accident. He is currently in the emergency room for rescue. He still doesn't know whether he will die or not. Now Wang Meixin is rushing over there.

But how did this happen, it is necessary to turn back the time to an hour ago.

Li Zhiqiu was lazily basking in the sun. At this time, the weather was neither hot nor cold, and the sun warmed his body, which made people feel tired for no reason.

Even people like Li Zhiqiu feel a little tired, perhaps because of their age.

His storefront is in a residential area near the edge of Jiangcheng, on the relatively wide Yellow River Street. Maybe this is a newly planned residential area. There are few people and cars here, and the vehicles always drive very fast. So accidents often happen here.

Even so, the people who came and went were all relatively well-known people, so it didn't delay Li Zhiqiu's small jade business.

Li Zhiqiu was lying on the toffee chair set up in the store, as if he was thinking about something in his mind, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him all of a sudden.

"Jingle Bell--"

When the phone rang, Li Zhiqiu pulled himself together and took out his phone to have a look.

Seeing the phone number, it was a phone number he was familiar with.

After a pause, Li Zhiqiu picked up the phone and connected it: "Hello? What can I do for you?"

The other party was silent for a long time, but there was only a series of inexplicable laughter: "Do you remember me?"

"Birthday feast? You haven't contacted me for many years, why did you suddenly—"

Before Li Zhiqiu finished speaking, there was a screeching sound of brakes, followed by a steaming truck driving towards him——

It was too late to escape.

This idea came to Li Zhiqiu's mind.

Immediately afterwards, he flew into the air, and the mobile phone that was still talking in his hand was also thrown out, his eyes were stained with blood, and his body was also screaming in pain.

He was unable to brake in time, and the large truck moving forward along the inertia hit him head-on. Thick and hot blood flowed from Li Zhiqiu's head, dripped down his cheeks and onto the ground, staining his clothes red.

The big truck that hit someone didn't stop because of hitting someone, but went forward uncontrollably. The driver inside obviously gave up on controlling his steering wheel, and the whole car slid on the newly paved asphalt road until it hit the road. I got into a few cars parked on the side of the road, and those cars were instantly deformed by the collision, and their original appearance could no longer be recognized.

The big truck finally hit the green belt on one side and stopped, and then there was a bang, and a series of thick smoke came out.

It took less than a minute for this to happen.

Immediately afterwards, someone came to Li Zhiqiu, but no one dared to touch him. Some kind-hearted people had already called 120 ambulance.

Fortunately, there are few people and cars on the Yellow River Street, and it is still very close to the First Hospital of Jiangcheng, so the ambulance came roaring almost within 10 minutes.

When he was sent to the hospital, Li Zhiqiu's condition was no longer optimistic—"Pa-ta." The wool fell to the ground with a crisp whine.

Li Heng let go of his hands as if he could no longer bear the weight of the wool in his arms.

Even though the wool wasn't heavy, it was as heavy as a pendant in Li Heng's hands.

"Which hospital is my dad in!" Li Heng didn't care about the wool that he fell to the ground, and grabbed Lin Weiya's shoulder: "Tell me quickly!"

Lin Weiya said: "Come with me, first agree, I must be the one to drive!"

After speaking, he pulled Li Heng without saying a word, and rushed out to the door, leaving the jade fair.

As he walked, he gritted his teeth and thought, could it be that they moved their hands?
Would they do it so openly?
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, he clenched his fists violently, his knuckles crackled, and the expression on Li Heng's face gradually became ferocious.

If I think so, no matter how heavy the price is in the end, even if I try my best, I will take revenge with all my strength!

"Hey, you haven't got your wool yet!" Feng Lao from behind shouted at them, but did not call back any pause from the two people.

"Hey, something like this happened... Let's put it away for them, I hope these three woolen stuffs haven't been thrown—huh?" Mr. Huang squatted down, and when he was about to pick up the woolen stuffs, he couldn't help but exclaimed. speak out.

"Live moss can produce color, and dead moss can produce color, but it is theoretically impossible to produce such color!"

(End of this chapter)