I walked along the highway for an unknown amount of time.
Mu Wanqing felt as if her legs were filled with lead, feeling heavy and heavy.
She felt as if she had fallen into a bottomless pool of ice. Apart from the boundless panic, only the biting cold remained.
Mu Wanqing was trembling all over.
My head is even more dizzy and painful.
When she was so exhausted that she wanted to find a place to rest, the sports car filled with rainwater screeched to a stop beside her.
Raising her hand to wipe the rain off her face, Mu Wanqing turned her head to look.
At a glance, he saw Yang Mufan sitting in the driver's seat with a stern figure.
The sports car is still the same as when he left.
There was no carport set up, and the expensive sports car was full of water.
And Yang Mufan was also badly drenched by the rain.
He still didn't look at her, and his cold voice penetrated through the equally cold rain and penetrated into her ears: "Get in the car!!"
Mu Wanqing's lips, which were so cold that they turned blue and purple, moved slightly together, but in the end she didn't say anything, she just took a step forward and walked forward slowly.
Yang Mufan's sharp eyes were like a poisonous snake, entangled in her body in the white rain and mist, which made her look extremely thin and small, and her body was trembling slightly.
Seeing that she still refused to get in the car, Yang Mufan held the hand on the steering wheel and pulled her in again.
He roared angrily: "Mu Wanqing, I say this for the last time: Get in the car!!"
Mu Wanqing didn't seem to hear her, hugging herself and walking down the highway.
Like a puppet without any consciousness.
No, it's a lonely ghost without a body.
A cold light suddenly appeared in Yang Mufan's gloomy black eyes.
He tightened his thin lips and roared angrily: "Mu Wanqing, I swear: I will not drive back again."
After waiting silently for three seconds, she still didn't see her getting into the car. With a livid face, Yang Mufan stepped on the accelerator and drove away again.
When the sports car passed by Mu Wanqing, it splashed three meters of water and hit her like a huge wave...
Mu Wanqing froze and suddenly felt that the surroundings were extremely quiet.
The sound of falling rain and the roar of private cars on the highway all disappeared from my ears.
The world at that moment was completely silent, and Mu Wanqing could not hear anything.
It was raining heavily at six o'clock in the afternoon, and it was as dark as night.
Mu Wanqing stood there blankly, watching Yang Mufan's car disappear rapidly in the rain. For a long time, she still maintained that posture, looking in that direction without blinking.
The rain, cold and heavy, against the light yellow street lights, was like needles falling from the sky one after another, densely packed and fiercely inserted into her body and heart.
The pain was so painful that she almost convulsed.
Mu Wanqing stood there stiffly for an unknown amount of time. When Mu Wanqing felt that her legs were sore and numb, she finally regained consciousness and continued to walk forward with difficulty.
7pm.
She finally found a phone booth on the side of the highway. She walked into the booth with disheveled hair and a pale face. Then, with trembling hands, she took out her wallet and found a few coins inside.
Pour the coins into the coin slot one by one, and then make a phone call.
When the magnetic word "hello" came from the receiver, the tears that Mu Wanqing had been holding back finally couldn't be restrained and began to flow out crazily.
She said with a choked voice: "Jing, come and pick me up, okay?! I feel so uncomfortable...I want to cry...I don't know where I am, the rain is so heavy..."
**
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It's natural to scold the author, but the author's reply is that his moral level is questionable. Isn't it too funny? Even if I am morally corrupt, so what?! I'm just treating others with their own methods. I can't learn from them in vain.
Lotus, pretend to be pitiful, or swallow your anger. Some readers, if you want me to respect you, please clean your stinky mouth for me first. Before you question my morality, please reflect on your own morality.
The question is, don’t make a fool of yourself at fifty steps, otherwise you will only lose the face of eighteen generations of your ancestors. When I write articles that I like, am I trying to offend you, or am I offending you?! I’m so despicable that I want to dominate other people’s thoughts.
, who do you think you are?! Then who, don’t look around, the one you are scolding is you - [Lone Lu], in a word: If you don’t scold me, I won’t scold others. If you scold me, I’m sorry, I’ll scold you to death!
It’s not that I don’t accept normal suggestions, but before making suggestions, please check whether the words you use are excessive, or whether it is a personal attack or a scolding that is too unpleasant. I can take a screenshot and then sue you for defamation, okay?
, let alone challenge my bottom line. I am afraid that every author has minefields, and I am no exception. I worked hard, stayed up late, sacrificed my rest time, and typed out this book word by word. It is
Like my child, I don't expect everyone to love it as much as I do. However, some people with really vicious mouths say some excessive words. I'm sorry, I will really prick you like a hedgehog. Along the way.
I don’t know how far I walked on the highway.
Mu Wanqing felt as if her legs were filled with lead, feeling heavy and heavy.
She felt as if she had fallen into a bottomless pool of ice. Apart from the boundless panic, only the biting cold remained.
Mu Wanqing was trembling all over.
My head is even more dizzy and painful.
When she was so exhausted that she wanted to find a place to rest, the sports car filled with rainwater screeched to a stop beside her.
Raising her hand to wipe the rain off her face, Mu Wanqing turned her head to look.
At a glance, he saw Yang Mufan sitting in the driver's seat with a stern figure.
The sports car is still the same as when he left.
There was no carport set up, and the expensive sports car was full of water.
And Yang Mufan was also badly drenched by the rain.
He still didn't look at her, and his cold voice penetrated through the equally cold rain and penetrated into her ears: "Get in the car!!"
Mu Wanqing's lips, which were so cold that they turned blue and purple, moved slightly together, but in the end she didn't say anything, she just took a step forward and walked forward slowly.
Yang Mufan's sharp eyes were like a poisonous snake, entangled in her body in the white rain and mist, which made her look extremely thin and small, and her body was trembling slightly.
Seeing that she still refused to get in the car, Yang Mufan held the hand on the steering wheel and pulled her in again.
He roared angrily: "Mu Wanqing, I say this for the last time: Get in the car!!"
Mu Wanqing didn't seem to hear her, hugging herself and walking down the highway.
Like a puppet without any consciousness.
No, it's a lonely ghost without a body.
A cold light suddenly appeared in Yang Mufan's gloomy black eyes.
He tightened his thin lips and roared angrily: "Mu Wanqing, I swear: I will not drive back again."
After waiting silently for three seconds, she still didn't see her getting into the car. With a livid face, Yang Mufan stepped on the accelerator and drove away again.
When the sports car passed by Mu Wanqing, it splashed three meters of water and hit her like a huge wave...
Mu Wanqing froze and suddenly felt that the surroundings were extremely quiet.
The sound of falling rain and the roar of private cars on the highway all disappeared from my ears.
The world at that moment was completely silent, and Mu Wanqing could not hear anything.
It was raining heavily at six o'clock in the afternoon, and it was as dark as night.
Mu Wanqing stood there blankly, watching Yang Mufan's car disappear rapidly in the rain. For a long time, she still maintained that posture, looking in that direction without blinking.
The rain, cold and heavy, against the light yellow street lights, was like needles falling from the sky one after another, densely packed and fiercely inserted into her body and heart.
The pain was so painful that she almost convulsed.
Mu Wanqing stood there stiffly for an unknown amount of time. When Mu Wanqing felt that her legs were sore and numb, she finally regained consciousness and continued to walk forward with difficulty.
7pm.
She finally found a phone booth on the side of the highway. She walked into the booth with disheveled hair and a pale face. Then, with trembling hands, she took out her wallet and found a few coins inside.
Pour the coins into the coin slot one by one, and then make a phone call.
When the magnetic word "hello" came from the receiver, the tears that Mu Wanqing had been holding back finally couldn't be restrained and began to flow out crazily.
She said with a choked voice: "Jing, come and pick me up, okay?! I feel so uncomfortable...I want to cry...I don't know where I am, the rain is so heavy..."
**
See you tomorrow. If you can't stand this article, please click "x" to close it. Don't open your mouth like a piece of garbage and shut up like a beast. You are still reading an article written by a piece of garbage and a beast. You, a piece of garbage and a beast, are worse than each other. Reader
It's natural to scold the author, but the author's reply is that his moral level is questionable. Isn't it too funny? Even if I am morally corrupt, so what?! I'm just treating others with their own methods. I can't learn from them in vain.
Lotus, pretend to be pitiful, or swallow your anger. Some readers, if you want me to respect you, please clean your stinky mouth for me first. Before you question my morality, please reflect on your own morality.
The question is, don’t make a fool of yourself at fifty steps, otherwise you will only lose the face of eighteen generations of your ancestors. When I write articles that I like, am I trying to offend you, or am I offending you?! I’m so despicable that I want to dominate other people’s thoughts.
, who do you think you are?! Then who, don’t look around, the one you are scolding is you - [Lone Lu], in a word: If you don’t scold me, I won’t scold others. If you scold me, I’m sorry, I’ll scold you to death!
It’s not that I don’t accept normal suggestions, but before making suggestions, please check whether the words you use are excessive, or whether it is a personal attack or a scolding that is too unpleasant. I can take a screenshot and then sue you for defamation, okay?
, let alone challenge my bottom line. I am afraid that every author has minefields, and I am no exception. I worked hard, stayed up late, sacrificed my rest time, and typed out this book word by word. It is
Like my child, I don't expect everyone to love it as much as I do, but if some people with really vicious mouths say some excessive words, I'm sorry, I will really prick you like a hedgehog.
