Winding mountain roads are a place where young people race cars at night, and the curves are narrow and sharp.
Sheng Mian just mentioned this stretch of road and mentioned that Sheng Xiang used to love racing here.
The implication is that even if something happens, he can only blame himself.
The driver immediately understood what she meant and drifted several turns in a row.
Sheng Xiang sped up with red eyes, and when he saw that the position was getting further and further away, he almost wanted to laugh wildly.
This Shengmian is really desperate. It is so far away from the city. Once she is forced to stop, it is a good time to take action.
Bitch.
Wait to die!
When the car passed a sharp turn, he gave the steering wheel a hard squeeze.
But the whole car skidded like crazy.
Sheng Xiang's pupils shrank severely, and then a strong impact hit him.
"Boom!"
Before the car crashed into the cliff, even though he jumped out, he still felt that his legs were broken abruptly.
"ah!!"
Severe pain came and he fell into coma.
When the driver in front saw that the car was not chasing him, he knew that something had happened to that car.
He made a U-turn ahead, returned the same way from the other road, and called Sheng Mian.
"Miss Sheng, it's done."
Sheng Mian was sitting in the car. When she heard this, her lips tightened slightly and her throat felt dry.
"Okay, I understand."
This is the first time Sheng Mian has set a trap on someone.
Sheng Xiang's revenge was so vicious that it had seriously affected her life.
She must not be a soft persimmon.
Besides, she gave him a chance.
It was he who was blinded by hatred.
When the two cars were about to return to Shanxiao, Shengmian was worried about Fu Yancheng being in Shanxiao, so she changed into her own car and planned to go back to the Rose Garden.
It is now nine o'clock in the evening.
She took out her mobile phone and looked at it, only to realize that Fu Yancheng actually called her, but she was obsessed with Sheng Xiang and didn't receive the call.
Sheng Mian quickly called back.
The other side hung up directly.
She looked at the hung up phone number and suddenly felt that Fu Yancheng was actually quite stingy.
Fu Yancheng is in Shanxiao right now. When he came back tonight, Liu Qiong was a little surprised.
I thought it was an exception for him to call specifically to care about a dog, but I didn't expect that he got off work so early tonight, and as soon as he came back, he held the sticky dog leash, apparently going to find the so-called owner.
Liu Qiong watched helplessly as he made a phone call, but he probably didn't answer it.
His face became visibly gloomy, and then he threw away the dog leash.
Liu Qiong didn't know what happened, so she asked cautiously.
"Mr. Fu, aren't you going to return the dog?"
"I'm not going."
Fu Yancheng's tone was very serious, and he walked upstairs.
"Master shouldn't be in a hurry."
Liu Qiong thought to herself that Miss Sheng must not be in a hurry, after all, everyone knew that Guan Nian was in Shanxiao.
Sheng Mian hung up the phone and was hesitating whether to call again.
But she was really unsure of Fu Yancheng's temper, so she called Liu Qiong.
"Aunt Liu, Mr. Fu didn't skimp on the sticky food, did he?"
Could it be that because he was angry with her, he deliberately withheld food from Sticky?
Sticky is naughty and picky about food. He has been pampered by her since childhood, but he cannot bear this grievance.
"Miss Sheng, don't worry, Mr. Fu also let us feed imported beef tonight, which was flown back."
Sheng Mian choked. Although she had never treated Sticky badly, she had never fed him beef costing thousands of dollars per pound.
OK.
As long as Sticky doesn't feel wronged, that's fine.
After settling this matter with Sheng Xiang, she could finally have a good sleep for the time being.
As for Guannian, there is imported beef to eat. Now Fu Yancheng has accepted its existence. It lives happily in Shanxiao and is worried about what it will do.
Fu Yancheng was processing the company's documents at the moment, and his phone didn't ring until twelve o'clock.
His face became darker and darker, and he had a strong urge to sell the dog.