Ye Nianmo waved his hand and picked up the pure vodka that he had not finished drinking on the table. Seeing the ice hitting the wine, he muttered: "It turns out that love can really be bought with money." Suddenly he laughed again, "It's a pity that my love can't be bought with money."

His cheeks were already slightly red, and although his expression was sober, he was filled with a hint of intoxication.

When he walked out of the bar, the place where the car was placed was empty. When he got out of the car, he left in diameter without even pulling out the car keys.

He stood there for a while, then smiled with a self-deprecating smile, raised his foot and took a random direction.

A white Porsche was galloping fast on the road, and the men and women in the car were smiling wildly.

"There are really stupid guys who get off the car and don't pull out the keys. Now we've made a lot of money."

"You don't believe it if you say you are stupid. These cars have positioning systems, just play with them. Don't get caught in prison at that time."

The man sitting in the driving position kept turning his head and talking. It was too late to turn his head back. After a loud bang, the car hit another big truck.

"News News, an hour ago, a car accident occurred on Fengxiang Road. A luxury car hit a large truck. There were no casualties on the vehicle, but the driver was seriously injured and has been sent to the nearest hospital for emergency treatment."

The screen switches to a Porsche whose body was sunken and the license plate number is still clearly visible.

In the living room, the servant shouted, "Isn't this the master's car?"

Ao Xue sat on the sofa and looked at the scene blankly. Her palm was covered in sweat, and her heart was so confused that she could not think. She had never thought that something might happen to Ye Nianmo, and she had never thought about what the things she did if something happened to him would have the meaning of what she did.

She heard the servant running upstairs with a loud voice, her legs trembling, and her mind was filled with Ye Nianmo and the deformed car.

After a while, Ding Yiyi rushed down frantically and was out in a blink of an eye.

Aoxue then stood up and rushed towards the door. When she was about to reach the entrance, her feet seemed to stick to the floor and never moved forward again.

"I can't go," she whispered a few steps behind her, "If you go, all your efforts will be wasted. If you go, you will have to go back to the mental hospital."

The driver had already returned home, and Ding Yiyi was running wildly on the street, and she was the only one on the quiet street.

A car finally drove towards her. She waved desperately, but the driver ignored it and seemed unwilling to carry passengers late at night.

The driver wanted to pretend that he couldn't see it, but found that the woman who was waving rushed to the middle of the road blocking her way. If he hadn't braked earlier, the other party would have bumped into it.

"You are sick!" the driver rolled down the window and shouted.

As soon as the words were finished, the car door was opened, and a woman with disheveled hair sat in, "Hurry! The nearest hospital at the intersection of Fengxiang."

"I won't take passengers anymore." The driver felt a little panicked when he saw the woman's appearance and said quickly!

The woman didn't listen to what he was saying, just kept saying, "Please hurry up and go to the hospital, where is my husband!"

Seeing that she was indeed very beautiful, he felt pity in his heart and sighed and pulled the person to the hospital.

Ding Yiyi rushed into the hospital, grabbed a doctor's arm and asked quickly, "Where are the patients who were sent in soon?" She was a little incoherent, "It's just driving a Porsche."

The doctor nodded, "You are the patient's sister, your thigh stuck in the seat and scratched the major artery. That leg cannot be saved."
Chapter completed!