Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Mu Xin left from the window, returned to the sofa, and sat for a while to calm down.

Probably because I have thought too much about the past recently, I have that strange dream.

Thinking of the situation in her dream, Mu Xin smiled wryly to herself.

She thought she didn't care so much about Fu Zichen anymore, but the heart-piercing pain she felt after seeing him fall from the building in her dream still dragged her heart.

But whether they die or live, they will all become the most familiar strangers, and they will live in their own life tracks from now on, and there will be no intersections.

Then what are you thinking about so much?

She pulled herself together, picked up her luggage, and went downstairs.

In the corridor on the first floor, Mu Xin met Zeng Bo.

As soon as Zeng Bo saw her, he immediately showed a surprised expression, saying that he thought Mu Xin had left long ago, isn't the flight at six o'clock?

Mu Xin shrugged her hair embarrassingly, "I've slept in and changed my flight to another flight. Where's uncle? I'll go and say hello before leaving."

Zeng Bo then took her to the living room on the first floor.

Mu Xin bid her farewell to her uncle. Uncle looked at her, hesitated to speak, finally sighed, and patted her on the shoulder: "Go, call me when you land."

"Okay." Mu Xin left the villa.

Zeng Bo helped her carry the luggage and drove her to the airport himself.

The short two days ended in such a chaotic way.

The car was driving towards the outside of the manor, and the evening wind poured in through the skylight, making it cool, and the trees on both sides of the road were also blown by the cool wind.

She couldn't help but think of everything that happened here with Fu Zichen.

They used to be far and wide, and they couldn't stop them from loving each other, but now they are close at hand, but they don't even have the courage to reach out and grab each other, because they can't rub the sand in their eyes, because of their pride and poor self-esteem.

After the car drove out of the manor, it drove on the national road for a while and then turned into the expressway.

The section of the road that has always had little traffic was suddenly jammed.

Zeng Bo stopped the car slowly and formed a long queue with other vehicles.

After 10 minutes passed, Zeng Bo turned off the car, because the congested vehicles showed no sign of moving forward.

A driver had already got out of the car, stood beside the car, stretched his neck and looked forward.

Zeng Bo told her not to worry, he went to ask what happened.

Mu Xin nodded and said that she was not in a hurry.

Although she was going to catch a flight, if she couldn't make it back this time, she would change it again. Anyway, there was no urgent matter to do, and there was no one who had to see her, so she returned one day earlier or one day later, yes There is no difference to her, not like before...

Once, Fu Zichen went to a meeting with his mentor in other places. Mu Xin wanted to see him, so she bought a plane ticket and flew there. The flight was only an hour late, and she was already anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

However, the feeling of wanting to see someone and not being able to wait for a minute has long since disappeared.

When you lose a relationship, what you lose is not only love, but also your passionate self.

She lowered the window to let in the evening wind.

There were two car owners chatting in front, and one said that the road would not be open when it would pass.

The other said, wait, just heard that there was a major traffic accident, three vehicles collided in a row, a car rear-ended a large truck, and was hit by a bus behind, the car was in the middle, It was directly sandwiched between two cars.

The person who spoke earlier clicked his tongue twice and sighed: "The person in the car must be seriously injured."

"Severe injuries are all good, and [-]% of them are gone on the spot."

……

A trace of coolness spread from the bottom of Mu Xin's heart to the tips of her fingers, she stuck her head out of the car window and looked forward.

The long convoy cannot just see the situation in the distance.

Fu Zichen went out a few minutes earlier than her, and he didn't know whether he was also stuck here or drove past before the accident happened.

After a while, Uncle Zeng came back and said that there was a major traffic accident ahead, and a large truck was in the middle of the road, which was why the traffic jam was like this.

Mu Xin then told Uncle Zeng what she had just heard, three cars colliding with each other.

Zeng Bo nodded. He said that the car in the middle was the worst, and it was also the main party responsible for the accident. It was a tens of millions of supercars, but it drove too fast and caused a catastrophe.

Hearing the sports car, Mu Xin's heart skipped a beat.

Most of the vehicles driving on the road are ordinary private cars, and there are not many sports cars, and sports cars with tens of millions of dollars are even rarer.

She suddenly thought of Fu Zichen's car.

His car is at least 500 million...

Suddenly thinking of the dream she had just now, she opened the door and got out of the car, staring at the front, breathing gradually tight.

In fact, she is a staunch materialist. On this point, she is completely consistent with her cousin Shi Shen Yuan, and naturally she will not believe in any dream predictions.

She is the kind of person who wants to travel and starts immediately. She doesn't believe in any premonitions or auspicious days, but she believes in herself.

But now, standing in the darkening night, watching the convoy ahead, listening to the sirens of the ambulance whizzing by, fear seized her heart.

She silently told herself: It's not Fu Zichen, it's not Fu Zichen, it must not be...

However, a bad premonition became stronger and stronger, and finally her body reacted before her brain, and she said to Zeng Bo: "I'll go ahead and have a look."

After finishing speaking, she opened her legs and ran towards the end of the congested convoy, ignoring Zeng Bo's shout.

Tears were thrown behind her, her vision was blurred and clear, clear and blurred.

Finally, he pushed aside countless people, stumbled to the scene of the car accident, and stopped.

The black sports car could no longer see its original appearance, and a knocked-off tire lay quietly on the road full of broken glass.

She covered her mouth, tears streaming down her fingers.

Because the car logo on the tire was the one Fu Zichen was driving.

Looking past the crowd of onlookers, she tried her best to search for Fu Zichen's shadow. Finally, not far from the sports car, she saw a man lying on the ground, covered with a white sheet, with one hand exposed, with slender fingers and beautiful knuckles. distinct.

Mu Xin always liked to hold Fu Zichen's hand in the past, and said with envy and jealousy: "Senior Fu, you are a big man, and you have a pair of hands that are more beautiful than a woman's."

It was also that pretty hand that held her in his arms last night, caressing her body...

But now, that hand was covered in blood, and it lay powerlessly on the ground.

Mu Xin took a big step, set off the cordon, and walked towards the corpse on the ground.

Immediately a traffic policeman came to stop her, and she said incoherently: "I know him, I'm his girlfriend...can you let me see him? I want to see him again..."

"Girlfriend?" The traffic policeman frowned, narrowed his eyes, and looked at her, as if he didn't quite believe her words.

Mu Xin grabbed the traffic policeman's arm, "I'm telling the truth, please, please, let me take another look at him, okay?"

As she spoke, tears flowed down her cheeks.