The end has come

The weather in early May was already in the thirties, the cloudless sky was as blue as washing, there was no wind, the hot sun was scorching the earth, and the bare-exposed skin was slightly tingling.

An Ran put the book on her head, blocking the sunlight that insisted on kissing his skin.

Walking to the school gate, a familiar black car parked on the side of the road, Rolls Royce limited edition.

Cars are not ordinary cars, and people are certainly not ordinary people.

An Ran walked past the car as if nothing had happened, and a deep and magnetic voice "get in the car" came from inside the car.

"Today is not Monday." An Ran leaned on the book with one hand, tilted her head and looked into the car.

The young man is slender, with a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly bent on his delicate face, two sapphire-like eyes are inlaid in them, and a small black mole is dotted in the corner of the eye. At this time, the way the young man tilted his head added a touch of charm to him .

The man glanced at him with raised eyebrows, and repeated "get in the car" again, with a strong tone that could not be refused.

An Ran rolled her eyes, opened the car door, and sat in.

The coolness of the air conditioner inside the car was in sharp contrast to the scorching heat outside, and An Ran couldn't help sighing in satisfaction.

An Chiyu glanced at the boy lazily lying on the seat, took out a plate of fruit from the refrigerator and handed it over.

The green grapes were plump and clear, exuding a refreshing fruity aroma, An Ran took it over without politeness, and asked while eating: "There is still a week before the monthly gathering, what can I do?"

The man flipped through the document in his hand without looking up, "Liao Cheng invited you to his engagement ceremony, which is scheduled for next Wednesday."

An Ran bit her green tea and paused, then tilted her head and said to the man: "I see, is there anything else?"

Queen An Chi glanced at him from the corner of his eye and then turned his gaze to the transfer document, "I'll take you back."

An Ran waved her hand, and said to the man who had never left the documents since he got in the car: "No need, it's not on the way anyway, I can just take a taxi and go back, Uncle Liu, just park in front."

Liu Liang looked in the direction of the young master from the rearview mirror, and noticed that the young master didn't respond, so he stopped on the side of the road.

An Ran put the book on top of her head again, and smiled at the middle-aged man in the driver's seat: "Thank you, Uncle Liu."

"Where, young master"

An Ran didn't correct his address, turned her head and said goodbye to the man beside her: "byebye,...Brother"

"Ah."

An Ran closed the car door, turned and left.

An Chiyu looked at his back with deep eyes...

The scorching hot air at noon formed layers of air waves in the air. The hot people were uncomfortable, and a layer of sweat quickly broke out on the back.

An Ran watched a bicycle pass by him slowly.Then there was a bump, I don't know where it was hot, and it disappeared with a "swoosh"!

Enron: Works better than accelerators.

I remembered the role-playing game I played recently, the more I used the accelerator, the more it got stuck.

One private car after another, one taxi after another.

An Ran holds the book on her head and has nothing to love in life.

Can no one see him?

When he waited impatiently, he finally got a taxi, but when he saw the taxi stopped in front of him, An Ran's hand was cut off by the other hand before reaching out.

It was a pair of beautiful and slender women's hands.

And the owner of the hand is not good looking.

He opened the car door and sat in with one buttock, and it just so happened that the other person thought the same way.

An Ran looked at this woman and thought, she didn't see anyone in the first second, but she appeared in front of the taxi in the next second, her face was neither red nor panting, how did she do it?

Fortunately, the women didn't have the strength to argue in this weather, and after reporting the place name, they found that the two of them got off at the same point, so they just let it go.

The air conditioner in the car made him much more comfortable, but An Ran felt a little uncomfortable.

The palpitations are strong, of course not because of any sudden thoughts about the woman around me, but of the medical kind.

At first, I was just anxious, and then my fingers trembled, the sweat on my face couldn't stop, and my thin shirt was soon soaked.

The weather was hot, and everyone was listless. The driver and the woman thought he was hot, but they soon realized that something was wrong.

With a pale complexion and a delicate face, it is almost like the ghosts in TV dramas.

"Little brother, are you okay?"

An Ran didn't know what was wrong with her, she was just anxious, and couldn't hold on after hearing the driver's question.

"Master, please... I'm going to vomit if I park on the side of the road."

The driver braked and stopped, praying that the ancestor would not spit in his car.

Strange to say, after An Ran staggered out of the car, the flustered feeling suddenly disappeared, and she was struggling to speak one second, and was able to fight tigers up the mountain in the next second.

However, before he could figure it out, the taxi behind him gave him a row of exhaust fumes.

Under the scorching sun, An Ran was in a mess in the wind.

After a while, he moaned weakly: "My book..."

Although the book itself is useless, it is fatal to not give an "umbrella" in such a hot day.

Before I finished a sentence, I saw a loud "bang" in front of me!

An Ran opened her eyes wide, her heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment, the flames in front of her shot up into the sky, and the gray-black smoke enveloped the red flames, dyeing the blue curtain with a strong color...

The shattered glass flickered in the sun, and the screams of passers-by mixed with the honking of cars, creating a chaotic atmosphere.

Pedestrians and vehicles around the explosive vehicle were affected. He saw an old man with white hair being knocked down by a car and crushed under the tires by another car out of control, bloody and bloody.

After he recovered from his shock, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed 120. After that, he didn't dare to go up to see the bloody scene. He detoured another alley, and when he returned home, An Ran took a breath.

Only then did he realize that his clothes were already soaked, which could be regarded as his sweat.

I took off my clothes and took a shower, trying not to think about what just happened.

While sitting on the sofa in a daze, the phone rang.

Picking up the phone, I saw that the three words An Chi Yu were flashing non-stop.

After sitting on the sofa and turning on the TV, An Ran answered.

"Hey."

"Where are you?"

An Ran was stunned for a moment, he seemed to hear the anxiety in the man's voice, and said quickly: "I'm at home."

"Are you OK?"

The TV was reporting the car accident just now, the burning vehicle, the corpse whose face could not be seen clearly, the red blood, the wounded were carried on stretchers to push the ambulance, anxious shouts mixed with mournful cries, the scene was chaotic.

"I am fine."

"Move home in the afternoon."

"No need, brother, it was just an accident, and I'm fine."

"Uncle Hong will move you at three o'clock." The man's tone was strong, obviously he had already made a decision and no one was allowed to change it.

"…All right"

After a few simple conversations, the two ended the call.

After An Chiyu hung up the phone, he looked at the scene of the car accident shown in the video and thought for a moment before making a call.

"Send more people, be careful not to let him find out."

……

An Ran put down her phone, sighed, and took a bite of the apple in her hand.

"Hiss..." An Ran looked at the tooth marks on her thumb and smiled wryly, shaking her bitten finger just in time to hear the report from the hostess on TV.

"It is preliminarily determined that the taxi driver fainted suddenly due to heatstroke... the weather is hot, remind everyone to be careful..." An Ran turned off the TV.

His intuition told him that the car accident caused by the driver's sudden fainting was not the main cause of the incident. After all, when the driver looked at him with troubled eyes before, it didn't look like heat stroke.

However, he escaped, after all, he was also in that car, and he was the last person those two people came into contact with.

An Ran suddenly thought again, she won't be invited to drink tea by the police uncle tomorrow.

A bang interrupted his thoughts, and he saw that the sky, which was still sunny just now, was suddenly dark and gloomy, and the wind was strong.

An Ran hurriedly ran to the balcony to put away her clothes, and closed the doors and windows tightly after returning.

After he finished these, big raindrops slapped on the glass.

Standing in front of the window An Ran, large chunks of dark clouds piled up in the sky, covering the entire blue sky, dazzling white light shuttled between the clouds, and deafening thunder closely followed.

The strong wind rolled the paper and cloth and danced wildly in the wind, and there was a clanging sound from time to time, and pedestrians hurried away with their heads covered in embarrassment.

Looking at everything in front of her, An Ran sighed, the weather... is really unpredictable... Maybe there is no need to move in the afternoon.

Because of the incident that happened at noon, An Ran didn't have much time to make lunch, so she ate something casually and went to bed.

In the dark and quiet night, the street was unusually quiet. A woman in work clothes hurriedly appeared under the lights, as if she was in a hurry to go home.

Suddenly a black shadow appeared behind the woman, and the shaky figure seemed to fall down at any time.

The woman looked back nervously after hearing the sound, a sharp sound resounded through the quiet night.

The black figure behind him roared suddenly, he stretched out his hands and rushed forward, biting the woman's neck, the sound stopped abruptly, and the donated blood gushed out.

The black shadow devoured the woman's flesh and blood one by one, as if hearing some sound, he raised his head...

An Ran cried out in surprise and sat up abruptly, a drop of cold sweat dripping down her forehead.

After a while, An Ran wiped off her sweat and smiled wryly. It seems that what happened at noon still affected him...

"dong dong dong"

There was a rhythmic knock on the door, An Ran picked up the phone from the bedside table and looked at it. At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, she rubbed her eyes and got out of bed to open the door.

A middle-aged man in a suit came in with a few maids, with a smile on his face, "Master"

"Uncle Hong."

An Hong is the housekeeper of the An family. He is over 50 years old. He used to be An Chiyu's father's right-hand man, and now he is one of the people An Chiyu trusts very much. His wife is also a servant of the An family.

An Hong looked at the boy's sleepy look, rubbing his eyes from time to time, and said in disapproval, "Young master, rubbing your eyes is easy to get an infection."

An Ran poured a glass of water and put it in front of Uncle Hong, and agreed with a smile, "Yes, Uncle Hong, I see, I haven't seen you for a year, why are you even more verbose than Aunt Ping?"

An Hong smiled gently: "Young master, if Aunt Ping hears this, the sweet and sour pork ribs and braised fish tonight will be gone."

When An Ran heard about her favorite dish, An Ran's eyes lit up.

"Aunt Ping made sweet and sour pork ribs and braised fish? Uncle Hong, you have to keep it a secret."

Although An Ran and the An family have no blood relationship at all, An Hong prefers the young master, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything."

After chatting with Uncle Hong, An Ran ordered some maids to pack his things.

Basically, there was nothing to clean up, only a few commonly used items were taken away, and the rest remained unchanged. He was not prepared to live in An's home.

When I went downstairs, it was still cloudy outside, and the air was humid and hot, not at all cool after the rain.

The newspaper cloth was wet and stuck to the ground, the dust mixed with leaves and rainwater was piled up in the corner like mud, and the billboards that were blown by the blown fell to the ground in a mess. The whole street was not at all quiet and tidy as usual.

The scene in front of her made An Ran uncomfortable, but she didn't know what was going on.

The bodyguard opened the car door and asked, "Master?"

"It's nothing." An Ran got into the car, and the car started to drive towards An's house.

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