Chapter 22 Accident

Song Yu didn't expect that after driving here for half an hour, there was no car.

No.

She is so unlucky...

Just when she was depressed, a silver Volkswagen drove over.

"Miss, would you like to take a taxi?"

A Volkswagen suddenly drove into a place filled with luxury cars. Isn't it a bit too prominent?

The car owner saw Song Yu's hesitation and explained, "Miss, I'm an online ride-hailing operator. I just took a ride and sent a lady here. Now I'm really ready to go back. If you want to take a taxi, I'll be there." A single."

Song Yu looked around and saw that there was indeed no taxi around, and it was getting later and later.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she took a photo of the license plate number before sitting on it.

After all, it is essential to be on guard against others.

"Master, let's go to Maochen Apartment." Song Yu waved his hand tiredly.

The pungent smell of gasoline in the car was completely inconsistent with the clean appearance outside the car. Within a few minutes, Song Yu couldn't stand it anymore.

"Master, what's so exciting about your car?"

Song Yu raised his hands to cover his mouth and nose, hoping to reduce the dizziness as much as possible.

The master smiled sheepishly and explained while driving, "There was something wrong with the gasoline tank a few days ago, so there was a smell. I will take it for cleaning tomorrow. The smell should be better by then. So Well, I’ll charge you twenty yuan less.”

Help!

This is not a question of money or not.

Song Yu felt that if she sat in this car for more than two hours, she would probably vomit to death.

The car was driving faster and faster, and except for the street lights, there was no extra light outside.

"Master, can you open the window? I really can't stand the smell." Song Yu frowned.

Maybe she could finally understand the feeling of someone suffering from motion sickness, it was simply worse than death.

"Master?" Song Yu couldn't help shouting.

Soon, she realized something was wrong, and the originally kind driver stopped talking to her.

And she could feel that the speed of cars continued to increase. Although there were few vehicles around here, there were probably speed monitors.

Song Yu raised his hand to find the window button, but he couldn't open the window.

Locked?

Let me go, you won’t have such a bad luck happen to yourself, right?

She picked up her phone and quickly entered 110, but before she could dial, the driver in the driver's seat saw through her actions and took out an electric shock stick from his pocket to try to stun her.

But Song Yu took the lead in anticipating his movements and dodged nimbly.

This behavior completely angered the man. He slammed on the brakes, causing Song Yu, who was not wearing a seat belt, to fall forward without paying attention.

The electric shock rod in his hand stabbed her shoulder. The current was enough to paralyze Song Yu's nerves. Her mind went blank and her body rolled heavily under the seat.

The cell phone was immediately dropped aside.

"Damn you bitch, huh, you're going to suffer a lot later!" the man cursed.

Song Yu's consciousness had not completely disappeared. She tried desperately to struggle, but her body could not move, and her limbs seemed as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

The car bumped, and the man suddenly swerved and braked, but he also hit the Mercedes-Benz coming from the side.

Under the huge impact, Song Yu was forced to roll forward, and she finally touched her mobile phone with all her strength.

From just now until now, the phone screen has always been on.

Her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and she was so dazed that she couldn't read the words on the screen clearly.

She had no choice but to rely on muscle memory and click on a recent call history, praying that the other party would notice something was wrong and call the police for her.

The phone rang for two seconds and was rejected.

Song Yu has never been so desperate. She doesn't want to die, and she hasn't properly respected her parents.

The strong desire to live forced her to click again, and then the call was dialed.

This time it rang for a few seconds and then connected.

"Hello."

A familiar male voice.

It's about ghosts.

Song Yu opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The impact just now made the driver faint briefly, but he soon regained his consciousness.

A man dressed as an assistant got out of the luxury car opposite and walked towards the driver.

"Sir, you hit our car. I hope you will cooperate when the traffic police come later."

"It's obvious that you're driving carelessly. It's amazing to drive a luxury car, but you're still blackmailing someone like this!"

The driver touched his forehead in pain, got out of the car and blamed him, refusing to allow the other party to come near his car.

"Sir, there is surveillance here. We will know who is responsible when the traffic police come."

Inside the Mercedes-Benz.

The man in the passenger seat was Gu Qianlang, the president of the Gu Group who had just returned to China, and the person communicating with the driver in front was his assistant Gu Qi.

Gu Qianlang's eyes were fixed on the driver's face, and he noticed something was wrong.

Because his expression always glanced at the car behind him.

When the traffic police were mentioned, the man became obviously more frightened.

And he quickly got into the car and wanted to escape the scene.

"Gu Qi, catch up."

After receiving the order, Gu Qi quickly turned around and got into the driver's seat, started the accelerator and chased the damaged Volkswagen.

"Boss, why don't we just leave it to the police to handle it ourselves?" Gu Qi asked in confusion.

After all, there is an important cocktail party in half an hour. If you don't rush there now, you will definitely be late.

Gu Qianlang picked up his cell phone and called the police while explaining, "There's something wrong with the driver. He probably didn't want you to get close to him when he got off the car."

"I'll go. Is there a body hidden in the car?"

Upon hearing his boss's words, Gu Qi stepped on the accelerator and tried his best to catch up.

Song Yu, who fell under the seat, had completely fainted. No matter how much he called Tan Huairong on the phone, there was no response.

In the office of the president of Tan Group, Tan Huairong's left eye suddenly jumped wildly. He immediately asked Tang Ming to investigate Song Yu's location.

Noisy car sounds could be heard from the phone, and someone seemed to be talking, but it didn't sound real.

Tan Huairong picked up the car keys and ran out, constantly calling Song Yu's name, but no one responded.

Song Yu, speak quickly!

The man's voice on the phone made the gangster even more panicked, and the blood that had just hit his forehead slid down his forehead.

Gooey blood obscured his eyes, forcing him to hit the brakes.

He turned around to reach Song Yu's cell phone and tried to turn it off.

The Mercedes-Benz behind has already caught up.

After Gu Qi stopped the car, he quickly went over to open the driver's door of the Volkswagen and pulled the driver out.

"What are you doing, you're looking for death!"

The driver roared angrily and tried to knock down Gu Qi with one punch, but he was defeated in just a few moves.

Gu Qi threw the driver to the ground, looked up at the Mercedes-Benz, and shouted: "Boss, the driver is under control."

Gu Qianlang opened the door and walked out, bypassing them and going to the back seat of the Volkswagen. After opening the door, a beautiful woman fell inside.

"Boss, is someone dead?"

Gu Qianlang kicked him and then took Song Yu out.

The cell phone beside him was still ringing, and the familiar voice caught Gu Qianlang's attention.

After placing Song Yu on the ground, he went over and picked up the phone.

"Song Yu, Song Yu!"

Song Yu?

It's a good name.

Gu Qianlang was in a good mood, "Tan Huairong, it turns out it's you. Long time no see, I'm back."

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and his voice dropped to zero, "Gu Qianlang, if you dare to touch her, I won't let you go!"

Gu Qianlang laughed and cut off the phone.

At this moment, the police car also arrived and took the driver away.

Song Yu was also sent to the hospital smoothly. Gu Qi, who had paid her medical bills, really couldn't figure it out. He returned to the ward and asked: "Boss, a good person like us has gone too far. Contact her family directly." Just accept it or not."

"What do you know?" Gu Qianlang rolled his eyes at him.

Song Yu had an IV drip on the bed and fell asleep quietly.

The door opened suddenly and Tan Huairong rushed in.

After confirming that Song Yu was fine, he felt relieved, but his eyes suddenly became sharp again when he touched Gu Qianlang sitting beside him.

"Mr. Gu still has something to do, so you can leave first."

"Mr. Tan still has that bad temper. At least I can save him, tsk tsk." Gu Qianlang stood up, patted his sleeves a few times and left, because his purpose had been achieved.

What could be more fun than seeing Tan Huairong's nervous side.

Song Yu, he remembered.

The ward door was pushed open again, and Tang Ming walked in.

"President, the police have adjusted the surveillance and the person has been arrested. That person is a habitual criminal. He has taken several lives on his body. He was not entrusted by anyone. He probably saw Miss Song alone and took the initiative."

Tan Huairong nodded and motioned for him to go out first.

Looking at the pale Song Yu on the hospital bed, his heart was wrapped in traces of regret.

He knew she was so stupid and yet he left her alone.

The moment he learned about her accident, Tan Huairong admitted that he was panicked.

After all, it was because of his negligence that Song Yu was lying here.

What happened thirteen years ago came to mind again. Tan Huairong's vision went dark and he almost fell on the hospital bed.

Tang Ming, who was standing outside, heard the noise and quickly came in to support Tan Huairong and rang the bell to call the doctor.

"President, please go and take a rest first and let the doctor take a look at you." Tang Ming said worriedly.

Tan Huairong shook his head, "No, doctor, how is she?"

The doctor looked at the medical record in his hand and said, "There are scars from being attacked by an electric baton, plus he is too frightened. He may not be able to wake up until tomorrow."

"Sir, are you sure you don't need to check? I see that you are not in very good condition."

Out of professional ethics, the doctor couldn't help but ask another question.

After confirming that he really didn't need it, he left with the nurse.

Such a big thing happened, so naturally I couldn't keep it secret from talking about the old man.

Mr. Tan could really be pissed to death by his own son.

After confirming that Song Yu was fine, Mr. Tan couldn't help but call Tan Huairong out.

"Fortunately, Girl Song is fine. If there's anything wrong with this, how can I explain it to her parents?" Mr. Tan hated the iron.

"I'm telling you, give me some comfort when Song Yatou wakes up, and her parents should also admit your mistake to me, otherwise you won't be able to get the other half of the information."

Tan Huairong remained silent, and rarely responded to Mr. Tan's accusations.

The ward where Song Yu was located was already the best in the hospital, but Mr. Tan was still worried and was transferred to a private hospital under the name of Tan Group overnight.