After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

Half an hour later, Qiuyu was standing in front of the busy station, pulling his suitcase. He turned his head to look at the girl with a schoolbag beside him, "...You don't have a car?" He was a big boss after all, but he had to buy a ticket to go back!

Zhang Ran said confidently, "I don't have money, so I didn't buy it." All the money had been invested, but the demolition compensation had not yet arrived. Where would she get the money to buy a car?

Qiu Yu sneered, "Don't play tricks on me. Miss Liu has told me about your general situation. You are the real chairman of Daxia Real Estate."

He placed the suitcase sideways, sat on it, and subconsciously took out a cigarette from his pocket.

When he was about to light the cigarette, he suddenly remembered something and looked up at Zhang Ran. Qiu Yu put the cigarette back into the cigarette box and put it back in his pocket. He said jokingly, "Do you know how many years it has been since I came to the station to take a train?"

Zhang Ran looked at her helplessly and suggested: "Then hire a car to go back."

"No need." Qiu Yu refused, took out a flip phone from her pocket and made a call, "Butler, drive my car to the station."

Zhang Ran's eyes fell on her mobile phone, and he sighed in his heart, what an antique, I haven't seen it in many years.

Noticing Zhang Ran's gaze, Qiu Yu waved her phone to show off, "It's tens of thousands, and you didn't buy it?"

"No use." The antique in Qiuyu's hand lost signal once it reached the remote mountainous area. Zhang Ran was too lazy to buy such a useless thing. Changing the subject, he curiously asked, "Did you call the housekeeper just now? Do you have a housekeeper?"

"Strange? Who said that bodyguards can't hire housekeepers?" Qiu Yu asked as a matter of course. She not only has a housekeeper, but also servants and a private doctor. "Making money is for enjoyment. You can also hire a housekeeper."

Zhang Ran nodded slightly in agreement, "Let's talk about it when I become rich." The demolition money hasn't arrived yet.

Qiu Yu: “…” She always had the illusion that a rich person was crying poor in front of an orphan like her.

Ten minutes later, an off-road vehicle stopped in front of the two.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man got out of the car. He walked up to Qiu Yu in a polite manner, "Boss Qiu, your car is here."

Qiuyu stood up, threw the suitcase to the housekeeper, and asked Zhang Ran to get in the car.

The butler picked up the suitcase and put it in the trunk.

Qiu Yu sat in the driver's seat and fastened her seat belt. She looked back and found that Zhang Ran was not sitting in the passenger seat, but in the back seat. "Why don't you sit in the passenger seat?"

Zhang Ran put down the schoolbag on his back and fastened his seat belt. "The probability of death in a car accident is the highest in the front passenger seat, and the seat behind the driver is the safest and has the lowest accident rate."

Qiu Yu held the steering wheel with one hand, speechless. How could she be so afraid of death at such a young age? Was this why the other party asked her to be a bodyguard?

The car started slowly, and the trees on both sides of the street quickly retreated.

While driving, Qiu Yu observed Zhang Ran through the rearview mirror without making a sound. Suddenly, she found that she was very curious about the car window glass. She kept running her fingers across it, as if she was drawing. She was young and childish, playing with the glass window out of boredom.

"Is this bulletproof glass?" Zhang Ran suddenly said something shocking.

Qiu Yu tightened her grip on the steering wheel instantly, "...You have good eyesight, how did you figure that out?" This car was specially used by her to protect her employer, and she had someone specially modify it to make it bulletproof and collision-proof.

Zhang Ran curled his lips slightly, "My friend also has a car equipped with bulletproof glass." Cheng Mingtai's car looks ordinary, but it is actually equipped with bulletproof glass.

A strange look flashed in Qiu Yu's eyes, "It seems that your friend's identity is not simple either."