Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 672 The Modern Story (109)

Bubbles was sweating coldly.

Mom, you are only in your 20s, where did you get menopause, obviously you care too much about your father.

While the mother and son were chatting, Xuanyuan Jiaye was driving towards the villa. He had been searching for Ai Ling's IP until more than ten minutes ago, and he came here immediately.

However, he was so focused on driving forward that he didn't pay attention to the truck speeding past at all. By the time he found out, it was already too late.

"boom--"

Flames blazed, explosions sounded one after another, both vehicles were disabled, and the thick black smoke was particularly dazzling and bright in this night.

Ai Ling was sitting in the living room with Little Bubbles in her arms and eating fruit. She was about to dial the military channel but stopped when she saw an evening news.

"At the crossroads heading to the western suburbs, a black Bentley car collided with a truck and exploded on the spot. The driver of the truck died on the spot. The owner of the Bentley car is currently missing, and the accident is still under investigation..." The news anchor played here Ai Ling stopped listening.

She stared wide-eyed at the burnt Bentley on the screen with only half of the license plate left. There was only one letter left of the license plate number, but there was a strip of red paint on the top of the license plate.

The paint was accidentally rubbed on by the workers during the decoration of their newly bought villa, and there will never be a second paint.

Ai Ling's heart sank, she grabbed the key on the coffee table, Bubble ignored her and ran out in big strides.

Xuanyuan Jiaye...

She kept chanting his name in her heart.

The hospital in the city center received the charred bodies of two men that night.

When Ai Ling ran to the hospital, before the two corpses could be sent to the morgue, she collapsed next to the corpses when she ran in. She didn't dare to recognize which one was him. The two corpses were burnt beyond recognition, and only The next ball of coke.

"Which one is he?" Ai Ling asked the medical staff beside him stupidly.

The medical staff wanted to help her up, but Ai Ling grabbed her hand, "My husband! My husband! He...he is in his 20s and stands 1.8 meters tall."

Ai Ling's voice was trembling badly, and her face was pale without a trace of blood.

The medical staff couldn't bear to sigh, "The corpse on your left is a young man, take a look, we can't recognize him anymore."

Ai Ling looked back at the corpse, even she couldn't tell who it was, until he found that there was still a piece of unburned black suit cloth in the corpse, and her tears finally fell.

"Jia...Ye?" Ai Ling looked at the corpse in disbelief, her breathing almost stopped.

The pain in her heart was like a sharp file, ruthlessly cutting every inch of her flesh regardless of her struggle, the pain made her dare not breathe or pant.

"Jiaye..." She stared blankly at the corpse on the ground, not knowing how to react.

At this moment, a hand suddenly appeared on Ai Ling's shoulder and patted her.

But Ai Ling sat on the ground without any response.

"I'm here." The man's voice was like the most beautiful melody in the world, making Ai Ling's heart tighten.

She turned her head abruptly, and saw Xuanyuan Jiaye who was sitting in a wheelchair with his head wrapped in gauze.

Ai Ling's mind was blank, and she stared at him for a long time before quickly getting up and running over, hugging Xuanyuan Jiaye who was in the wheelchair.

She finally burst into tears, "Jiaye! I won't be jealous anymore, and I won't disappear anymore. Don't let anything happen to you..."

"..." Xuanyuan Jiaye smiled helplessly, touched her head with her good hand, and said dotingly: "I'm fine, don't cry, it's just a broken leg."

(End of this chapter)