Time goes back two hours ago.

Tan Qing had just climbed into the back seat of the car holding an umbrella sponsored by Cherry's friendship.

The drizzle, which was originally just a patter, quickly cracked up.

The driver in the driver's seat, Liu Liu, started the car and turned on the wiper at the same time: "Mr. Tan, are you going home now?"

Tan Qing took out the phone from her pocket: "Go back, stop me when you pass the vegetable market. I'm going to buy two old hens for He Mingyu to go home and give me stewed ginseng chicken soup at night."

Old Liu: "..."

Which kind of ginseng chicken soup does the big man drink?

We dare not say, we dare not ask.

Old Liu backed the car out of the garage: "Yes. Mr. Tan, fasten your seat belt, let's go back."

Shengjing Entertainment is still some distance away from the villa where He Mingyu and Tan Qing recently moved. It took nearly an hour when they first came over.

Now driving back, it happened to be raining again.

The traffic on the road was so strong that it had been blocked from the first few intersections.

The drainage system in the third ring road of J City is not well done.

Soon after the heavy rain fell, the water on the road was piled into small puddles.

The big raindrops fell from the heavy clouds and smashed on the car window glass, and then fell along the smooth glass edge and accumulated in the wet asphalt puddle.

The sky is a haze from the position of the skyline.

Obviously it is the time when the sun is the strongest in the afternoon, but the sky is dark due to heavy rain.

It looks very depressing from a distance.

The three traffic lights have been blocked for almost forty minutes.

The heavy rain has not stopped, but there has been a somewhat greater trend.

Originally, only a shallow layer of stagnant water left on the ground and began to overflow the soles of passers-by, and the buzzing of car horns continued to be mixed with the sound of rustling rain.

Tan Qing sat bored in the back seat with her head dangling her feet, glanced at the raindrops on the car window glass, and churned her phone for a while.

I wanted to play two games, but I was afraid of being scolded, so I quit again.

Then I opened the chat software and sent a series of messages to He Mingyu.

five minutes.

Did not return.

ten minutes.

Still didn't reply.

Tan Qing looked at the phone over and over twice without being too happy, and definitely said to Old Liu: "He Mingyu won't reply to my message anymore. He must have some other vixen out there!"

Old Liu: "..."

Lao Liu naturally couldn't understand how real the vixen of Tan Qing was in the world, so he could only help He Mingyu to say two good things: "Don't worry, Mr. Tan. He Dong may be the company is busy today. Look, he wants to go back. Will you stew chicken soup?"

Tan Qing changed her posture again in the back seat and sighed: "Hey, men, they are all fickle big carrots."

Old Liu: "..."

Old Liu Jian, who obtained the secrets of Lin Yu’s True Biography, held onto the unshakable belief that he would never say no more to be a firm boss and his wife CP.

He steadily drove a snail-speed car and drove through an intersection with difficulty. He sighed with relief: "Mr. Tan, you will be at the supermarket in five more intersections. In addition to buying old hens, you have to buy other things. Something?"

Tan Qing shook her head honestly: "No horns, but if the old hen is cheaper, I'll buy three."

Old Liu: "..."

Why don't you let your boss open a chicken farm for you?

wrong.

I've heard other employees gossip before, and there really is one.

Not only raised chickens.

I also raised ducks.

Old Liu's face was full of deep meditation, and he didn't notice the increasing rain outside for a while.

Until a few minutes later.

A bleak white lightning pierced the nearly black half of the sky.

The dull thunder followed immediately.

I haven't waited for the cars and pedestrians stuck at the intersection to react.

A leafy old tree in the roadside green belt was hit by thunder.

The thick branches were cut off by the waist, and the half with the canopy fell straight toward the side of the road.

The car parked in the temporary parking space on the side of the road was immediately unlucky, and the roof of the car was hit by a mountain.

Fortunately, no one looks in the car.

The place where the trees fell was not far from where they were blocked.

Lao Liu looked nervously for a long time before taking his gaze back, and subconsciously complained to Tan Qing who was sitting in the back seat of the car, "Mr. Tan, look at the spooky weather. It's weird that there was such heavy rain in City J in previous seasons." Really!"

After this time of contact, Lao Liu had discovered that Tan Qing was actually a talkative person, and he did not have the cold breath of He Mingyu.

Originally thought Tan Qing would definitely pick up a few words.

However, dozens of seconds passed, but Tan Qing, who was sitting in the back row, said nothing.

An extremely rare silence.

Old Liu was stunned for a moment, then turned around and took a look at Tan Qing.

I found that the person who was playing on the phone was staring at the fallen tree outside the window without blinking.

It seemed to be thinking, and it seemed to be a little dazed.

Old Liu wondered how much Tan Qing was spoiled by He Mingyu, thinking that he was frightened because he was too squeamish: "Don’t worry, Mr. Tan, our car is lightning-proof and rain-proof, and the roof cover is better than that. The car is much stronger, even if it is smashed by a tree, we will never be suppressed!"

Only then did Tan Qing come back to his senses.

He frowned, said nothing, then leaned forward and glanced at the window again.

The rainwater that cannot be digested by the groundwater circulation system accumulates deeper and deeper on the road, making it muddy.

But at the moment Tan Qing looked out the window.

A few thunders fell again.

The gloomy sky resembled a patient with old wounds torn apart by a rolling thunder, bringing out a depressed and dull roar.

The car was stuck on the road and was dead and alive.

Old Liu was struck by a few thunders and murmured in his heart: "Mr. Tan, how do you think this thunder always hits us!? How dangerous is this, don't you say it?"

Tan Qing faintly retracted her head from the window, and finally added a sentence: "Yes, God will never open your eyes, why should you smash it here."

Old Liu was from the generation behind He Qi, and he was somewhat superstitious, so he interrupted Tan Qing's words hurriedly: "Hey Tan, I dare not say that. Listen from above."

Tan Qing: "..."

never mind.

Don't be angry with humans.

Tan Qing succumbed to herself, lowered her head, and dialed He Mingyu twice.

Nothing.

Looked at WeChat.

The chat I sent before has not returned.

Tan Qing raised her head angrily, and saw in the rearview mirror that she was very unhappy with her face all over her face.

But the old Liu said again: "Mr. Tan is very young this year, right? Uncle was also a member of DANG before. Don't think that your uncle told you something that is not in line with socialism. There are just some things. Believe nothing. You listen to my uncle's advice, let's yuck!"

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing wanted to eat people after hearing this.

Lightning thunder and heavy rain.

The orange-red Bugatti presented by He Mingyu finally moved through a traffic light with great pains.

Maybe it was the effect of extreme weather, or maybe it was traffic jam for too long.

Tan Qing is obviously getting more upset and irritable.

He lowered his head and swiped through Weibo for a while, then stuffed the phone in his pocket.

Suddenly asked the old Liu: "Uncle Liu, if a full-time driver like you is struck by lightning on the road, is it a work injury?"

Old Liu: "...Forget it, do you?"

There is no precedent for this.

Tan Qing got the answer from Old Liu, and immediately said, "Does He Mingyu lose money if he suffers a work injury?"

Old Liu: "..."

Old Liu really felt that he would not be struck by lightning when he went out so unlucky, but he had to answer: "It should be the legal department of the company to solve it..."

Wouldn't it be necessary to pay another portion of the money from the Legal Department?

Tan Qing looked complicated and very stingy and thought for a while.

He whispered and curled his lips: "Hey... He Mingyu has worked so hard to make money, so don't let him lose money."

After all, it is already an adult nine-tailed fox.

One fox does things, one fox behaves.

I just don’t know if I suddenly disappeared...

Will He Mingyu be sad?

But being sad is better than being implicated.

Human beings are too fragile to be hacked.

After making a decision, Tan Qing knocked on the back of Lao Liu's driver's seat: "Uncle Liu, please unlock the car door. I have something to do temporarily. I will get out of the car and go by myself."

Old Liu didn't quite understand what Tanqing had said in his whispered last sentence, but he heard this sentence clearly.

Immediately he was taken aback: "Mr. Tan, where are you going with such heavy rain outside here?"

Tan Qing pointed his finger in the direction: "My friend has a shop there. I'll go to his shop to play for a while. Just wait and drive back by yourself!"

Old Liu hesitated: "This... Mr. Tan, you are alone..."

Tan Qing shook his head: "It's okay, open the door."

I don't know if I can go back and take a look at the brat and He Mingyu.

Anyway, few big monsters have a good ending.

With thousands of years of life, history and lessons learned from the past and present, Tan Qing has always been calm about life and death.

It just came to the end, and suddenly realized that there was still a little bit of unwillingness.

It's not the reluctance to this world.

only.

Go to his grandpa's way of heaven.

Tan Qing pursed her lips unhappily, and then added to Old Liu, "But if you meet He Mingyu when you go back, I haven't returned yet, you remember to ask him to take care of the bastard, and take care of himself. "

Old Liu: "..."

It's like how long you are going to play.

For an ordinary traffic jam, getting off and walking is actually quite normal.

Although the weather is extremely bad, since Tan Qing said that there is a store opened by a friend on the side of the road——

Old Liu didn't think much about it, and after struggling for a few seconds, he opened the car door.

But the moment the car door was pushed open by Tan Qing.

A blast of thunder seemed to come as promised, and it blasted directly into Old Liu's ears.

That Lei was bigger than any of the previous ones, like a sharp eviscer splitting the sense of hearing and vision.

Old Liu, who had trained in the army, even almost thought it was a bomb explosion, and he moved forward out of training instinct.

Hugging his hands in front of his head, the whole person was close to the steering wheel and made the best defensive posture.

After a brief tinnitus.

The thunder stopped.

Nothing happened in Lao Liu's driver's seat.

He was in a daze for two seconds, straightened up, and before he was completely awake, he suddenly remembered Tan Qing who had just pushed the door from the back seat and got out of the car.

Nearly terrifying thunder!

Old Liu was in a cold sweat and glanced stiffly in the back seat.

The back seat was empty, and even the car doors were properly closed.

Old Liu's scalp numb, and a thousand and ten thousand terrifying ways to die instantly rushed into his mind.

Sitting in the car forcibly calmed down for a moment.

Old Liu shook the steering wheel severely, pushed open the door on the driver's side and got out of the car.

Calm and calm.

There was neither blood nor fallen people on either side of the car.

Lao Liu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the direction of the roadside corner again. There were indeed several shops still open.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Tan walks quite fast.

It's fast, it won't be struck by lightning.

Lao Liu panted for the remaining half a meter and returned to the car, and restarted the car.

After starting the engine twice, the engine did not fire. It is estimated that I was frightened by the thunder.

Lao Liu had to call the roadside assistance for help, and then waited on the spot.

This and so on.

Just waited until my boss called.

When He Mingyu asked him indifferently where Tan Qing had gone.

When the rain turned the several shops on the roadside one by one, Tan Qing was not found.

Old Liu suddenly became silly: "Boss, before getting off the car, Mr. Tan really told me that he went to find a friend near here. I really didn't lie to you, you believe me!"

He Mingyu squeezed the phone in his hand and took a deep breath: "Where is Tan Qing's cell phone?"

Old Liu opened the back seat door and turned it over, and he was about to cry with joy: "In the car, in the car, the boss, Mr. Tan has set up the flight mode! The phone is there!"

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu didn't know if he was mad, but after a short suffocation for a few seconds, he seemed to spit out two words through his trachea: "Fool."

Old Liu: "..."

One sentence directly stunned Lao Liu.

Don't talk about Lao Liu, maybe even He Qi and Liao Xian have never seen He Mingyu even say a dirty word in their lives.

What's more, this kind of national scolding.

I haven't waited for Old Liu to react.

He Mingyu has hung up the phone.

The sound of rain outside the car is still pattering.

I don't know if it is my own illusion.

He Mingyu always feels that the rain is a bit smaller now than just now.

However, leaving the mobile phone in the car is equivalent to a complete disconnection.

He Mingyu stopped the car on the side of the road, turned on the phone, and read the last few words Tan Qing left him on WeChat.

The last sentence.

Qing Qingchao wants to eat chicken: Can't we drink chicken soup at night?

He: Drink.

He: Go home now.

no answer.

An indescribable sense of depression flowed from the depths of my heart, overflowing the internal organs, and pressing He Mingyu heavy and sour.

It seems that the distance between him and Tan Qing has never been closer.

It will never be closer.

He Mingyu raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

Then he started the car aimlessly.

As he was about to drive on the main road, the phone that had just been left aside rang again.

He Mingyu slammed the brakes sharply, but the car made two 360-degree turns due to the road slipping on a rainy day, and slammed into the road barrier stiffly.

"Bang——" there was a sound.

The good performance of the luxury car gives this car the best anti-collision function in the environment.

He Mingyu leaned forward because of inertia and slammed into the steering wheel.

Next second.

The airbag inside the car bounced out, squeezing the person tightly in the middle.

He Mingyu glanced at the phone——

Lin Yu.

A brief stunned feeling passed.

He Mingyu later realized that he had a terrible headache.

He pulled down the car window and took the phone with his other hand: "What's the matter?"

The sound of rain masked the strangeness in He Mingyu's voice.

Lin Yu didn’t hear anything through the phone. As usual, he started to report the official business: "Boss, are you coming to the company this afternoon? The planning department reported a very gimmicky subject matter. I just had a meeting with the marketing director and the technical director. Everyone agrees that this project is good, and I want to show you the detailed copy."

He Mingyu didn't know if he was injured or the car was on fire.

A scorching hot like a heartburn spread from nowhere, making it difficult for him to breathe for an instant.

Lin Yu on the other side of the phone has become accustomed to the high coldness of his boss. He always keeps on doing it without interruption, which means let him continue: "I will report to you the key content of the plan-the inspiration from the planning team is half an hour. Someone previously uploaded a video of Little White Fox on Weibo..."

He Mingyu was taken aback suddenly: "What?"

Lin Yu was taken aback by He Mingyu: "Boss, what's the matter with you?"

The heartburn-like suffering just now didn't get better because of the passing of time, but it became more tormenting.

He Mingyu steadily breathed hard, and said to Lin Yu: "Go on."

Lin Yu finally realized that He Mingyu's state was not quite right: "Boss, your voice is not very good, where are you now? We need to pass now—"

He Mingyu interrupted him: "On the video, that little fox...where is it now?"

Lin Yu: "..."

Lin Yu really couldn't understand why He Mingyu was so obsessed with a little white fox.

Although it is the source of inspiration for the project, the boss has never been so exaggerated before.

Worker Lin Yu still didn't dare to defy the boss's will, so he had to truthfully say: "Boss, the little white fox was shot by a netizen. It's just a clip, because the fox moves very fast and disappears in the blink of an eye. At the Sixth Ring Road Wild Mountain Park. By the way, I will send the video to your WeChat now."

The phone hangs up.

A new video appears in the dialog box.

He Mingyu's originally straight body was slightly curved because of the intense burning sensation.

He clicked a few times and finally clicked on the video.

The picture shows the stone pavilion in Yeshan Park.

Most of the tourists hid in the stone pavilion to take shelter from the rain because of the rain.

The clear rain fell along the eaves of the stone pavilion, giving it a quiet and long taste.

And just in the next second.

A slender, white fox suddenly appeared in the lower right corner of the video.

The four small, white claws grabbed the ground quickly and swiftly, and ran quickly from a distance to the vicinity of the video like a bolt of lightning.

Then he jumped easily from the ground to the top of the pavilion and disappeared in the video.

The video stops automatically, leaving only the last frame.

It was a pointed tail with a shining silver color.

Hang a little from the eaves of the pavilion.

He Mingyu knows Yeshan Park.

It was a national 3A-level landscape project that He's participated in the construction and investment. It is located in front of the natural oxygen bar on the outskirts of J city.

Cross the back wall of Yeshan Park.

The place where the shortcut goes is the densest mountain forest in J city.

The feeling of being burnt all over my body is getting stronger and stronger.

Everything was normal except for the airbag.

He Mingyu closed his eyes, and finally determined that his body might have some discomfort.

Maybe it's not just some.

The rain still didn't stop.

Perhaps it was an illusion of sight, the clouds in the direction of Yeshan Park always seemed to be a few layers thicker.

The long heavy rain caused few cars to continue running on this suburban highway.

He Mingyu used the Swiss knife in the car to poke a hole in the airbag sticking in front of him.

The airbags deflate slowly, and the rain falling from the window can only give people a few invisible coolness.

After a while.

He restarted the scarred car.

Drove in the other direction.