The male god pretends to be deep, 100 misses

Chapter 213 223: You are the girl I haven't seen for a long time, the name engraved in my heart [9]

Silence, deathly silence, silent and silent.

No matter how much Wen Ruyi on this side called Song Manxi's nickname, there was no response from her on the other side. To be precise, the communication on the mobile phone had been completely cut off.

What echoed in her mind was still that last piercing scream.

My heart was suddenly grabbed hard.

She held onto the railing outside the corridor tremblingly, trying to control her emotions and breathing.

After the auction started, Song Jiyang, who had just arrived after a long time, climbed up the spiral stairs from the lower floor, and saw his mother Wen Ruyi sobbing softly at a glance.Frowning slightly, a bad premonition rose in his heart.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

He went over to support her, Wen Ruyi seemed to be weakened, and was half-embraced by him in an instant.

In addition to sobbing, she spoke intermittently: "Sissy, Sissy Jiujiang Bridge, she, she, something may have happened, it was me, I called her, I shouldn't have called."

Song Jiyang's eyes froze, with a little shock, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and then he comforted Wen Ruyi: "Mom, please relax and calm down, I'll drive over and have a look. I'll call Dad later You, you rest here now, it’s okay, it’s okay. Ah.”

Song Jiyang wanted to go to see it as soon as possible, so he could only leave quickly.

In the end, Wen Ruyi tugged her sleeves tightly, sobbing, "Ji Yang, mom, please, bring your sister back safely."

Song Jiyang pursed his lips and nodded lightly. As soon as Wen Ruyi let go of his sleeve, he made a phone call and hurried downstairs again.
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Before getting out of the car, I saw several police cars, fire trucks and ambulances parked on the Jiujiang Bridge from a distance, and the scene was completely sealed off.

Song Jiyang kept himself the calmest mind at work, got out of the car outside the cordon, and walked over quickly.

At a glance, he could see the charred car that had been burnt black, and the license plate had been burned off several numbers, but he could still recognize it. It was the Bentley that he used to drive in China, and he gave it to him when he went abroad. Gave it to Song Manxi.

Thinking of this, seeing the dazzling lights of the police car and ambulance, his eyes widened instantly, and they became slightly rosy, and he ran towards there.

Along the way, I heard those onlookers talking non-stop: "Has there been a car accident?"

"It seems that a large truck crossed the road and hit a car. The car didn't have time to hide, and was wiped. The owner turned the steering wheel and hit the guardrail directly."

"It's scorched black, can't it be a dead person?"

"I don't know. I heard that the ambulance rescued and pulled many people away."

"Why are there so many people?"

"The big truck was illegally transported, and it was full of migrant workers who evaded the inspection. They wanted to escape the inspection with a fluke attitude, but they didn't expect to pay for their lives. It's a crime."

The word "death" stuck in Song Jiyang's heart.

He ran through the crowd and ran inside, but as expected, he was stopped by the police: "You can't go in now."

With a sway, he shook off the policeman's hand and shouted sharply: "The one sitting in that car is my sister. Do you think I can get in?"

He revealed his identity as quickly as possible, causing the policemen to look at each other, loosen their hands and let him in.

(End of this chapter)