The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

 Small half a year.

Lin Zhi'an and Wei Chengze had almost lost all their friends and had no contact with them.

Also returned to normal life.

But she didn't expect that life's accidents would come unexpectedly.

Just like at this moment, she happily obtained her driver's license and bought her first car in her life in her early twenties with a full price. It was a super beautiful pink crystal car.

Half an hour before the incident, he posted a post on WeChat Moments happily.

[Who has a car to drive? Oh, it’s me]

Then she looked tremblingly at the black Bentley in front of her that was rear-ended by her. It was knocked out for a long distance on the snowy, icy and slippery road, and the rear car was dented.

She quickly ran out of the car and knocked on the car window. Her voice was so anxious that she was about to cry, and she was confused: "You are okay, you are still alive..."

The winter sun is vast and the north wind is howling.

The Bentley's windows were down.

The snow light reflected a deep and cold outline, and the black jacket blocked the wind. The man turned his face to look at her, his skin was very cold white against the gloomy sky, his lines were too superior and cold, but there was a lazy alienation between his brows and eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

Snowflakes drifted in through the car windows.

Zhou Shu's gaze fell on Lin Zhi'an's face for two seconds, then he took out a tissue and wiped the blood from his hand, pressed the cut on his forehead, and answered her question.

"Alive."

#What should I do if I rear-ended my ex-uncle’s car and injured him?

Lin Zhi'an's mind went blank for a few seconds after she saw the face clearly. The warmth of the snowflakes falling into her eardrums made her wake up. Her voice trembled and she sounded timid and reserved.

"I'm sorry, I sent you to the hospital..."

Zhou Shu leaned his head against the back of the car, exhaled, and with a hint of indifferent tiredness in his brows, he pulled out his cell phone from the side.

"Uncle, uncle, please don't call the police yet, I didn't hit and run!" Lin Zhi'an was stunned. She couldn't think of a word to address him for a moment, so she blurted out in desperation and almost swore to the sky.

Zhou Shu paused while turning on the phone and his temples were beating. He raised his head and spoke to her in a straight voice. "I just look at the calendar."

"ah?"

"Let's see if I suffer any **** disaster today."

“…”

"I didn't mean it." Lin Zhi'an held it in for a long time, and her voice became more and more timid, like a kitten, "You can get in my car first, and I will drive you to the hospital."

"?" Zhou Shu, "Will you drive me?"

Lin Zhi'an tasted naked shame from his eyes.

"It was my problem just now, what should I do? How about I call you an ambulance?"

"No need." Zhou Shu admitted that he was unlucky and said in a short tone, "Go back."

Lin Zhi'an looked at the blood dripping from his forehead and felt extremely flustered. On a cold day, his palms were sweating, and his breath turned into white mist. It was like he was transported back to several years ago, surrounded by tall buildings. Everything collapsed and blurred into the sudden earthquake, burying everything.

In the ruins, she saw the **** face.

Covered in dust, he was clearly embarrassed but determined.

Before she could remember, the others had already blocked her view, the noise disappeared, and they were separated for many years.

"I'll take you to the hospital..." Lin Zhi'an put her hand on the raised car window and spoke in a low voice, but her words were clear and clear.

Zhou Shu frowned at her.

Ten minutes later.

Lin Zhi'an sat silently and reservedly in the passenger seat of her new pink car, watching Zhou Shu drive with a face that was almost disfigured.

But still handsome.

(End of chapter)