Your wife is a bit fierce

Chapter 153 The Faltering Duan Father

Lin Muxue turned her head to look at him, not only did not stop, but when she was at the fork in the road, she had already driven to the downstream intersection, but turned sharply and changed to another intersection.

There was a sharp and piercing sound from the ground rubbing, and it almost hit the following car, scaring the car owners out of their wits.

Qingyang Lin Xiao didn't expect her to do this at all, and the handsome face was suddenly covered with dark clouds.

He then turned sharply, turned around and went the wrong way, and switched to the upstream road.

Shi~t! !He cursed angrily.

Lin Muxue's car had already flown a long way, he followed closely behind, dialed her phone, and took a long time to answer it.

A violent voice yelled at the phone: "Stop the car immediately."

The wind was ringing on the phone, and Lin Muxue stared at the front and said, "Go back, I want to be alone."

"Stop the car for me immediately, do you hear me?"

As soon as the words fell, Lin Muxue hung up the phone directly.

Qingyang Lin Xiao almost gritted his teeth, his face was grim, and his phone fell to the side.

Woman, you have kind.

Qingyang Lin Xiao almost drove the car to the limit, overtaking several cars, before he was on par with Bentley.

Qingyang Lin Xiao unbuckled his seat belt, suddenly pushed the door open, abandoned the car and jumped towards Lin Muxue's Bentley, the hood opened, and easily landed on the co-pilot.

The cars behind all stared at the scene with wide eyes, and then the uncontrolled Rolls-Royce crashed into the high-speed guardrail.

Lin Muxue was startled, the steering wheel was tilted, Qingyang Lin Xiao slapped her hand off and grabbed the steering wheel.

"Brake!" A roaring voice mingled with the sound of the wind rang in Lin Muxue's ears, and she slammed on the brakes subconsciously.

So Bentley made a sharp 360-degree turn in an instant before stopping.

The predecessor of Bentley just stopped at the edge of this section that was being repaired without guardrails, and below was the cliff.

Without any danger, Lin Muxue stroked her chest.

"Do you want to die?"

A familiar voice roared from the right with reproach.

Lin Muxue stared at him: "If you didn't jump up suddenly, would I suddenly lose my mind?"

"Lin Muxue, don't play with your own life, and don't take other people's concerns seriously." Qingyang Lin Xiao's face flushed red, and his voice almost exhausted all his strength, holding tightly His fist was still trembling slightly.

God knows how worried he is about her, God knows, his heart almost jumped out just now.

God knows how afraid he is that she will suddenly disappear from his world.

Lin Muxue looked at him, her high emotions slowly sank, his anger all came from his concern for her, she suddenly put her hands on her face, and sobbed.

She didn't know why she suddenly wanted to cry, she just wanted to vent the stuffy pain that was squeezed together in her chest.

He hugged her suddenly, the anger in his eyes disappeared, replaced by all the emotions in his eyes.

"Okay, don't cry, it's all my fault." The tender voice didn't seem to fit his whole person at all, and his slender fingers inserted/inserted into her hair, feeling extremely fond of her.

Tears wet his chest, Lin Muxue poked her head out from his arms: "Lin Xiao, I'm fine."

Eternal bravado is like the city wall in her heart, keeping him out forever.

Lin Muxue leaned on the seat, collected herself, took a deep breath, and then started to reverse the car and continued to move forward, but the speed of the car was no longer as wild as before, but maintained a normal speed.

"Where are you going?" Qingyang Lin Xiao put his elbows on the car window, with complicated thoughts.

"I want to go to the countryside." Her voice was slightly hoarse. That place, that familiar but unfamiliar environment was Duan Yao's hometown.

Lin Muxue tried her best to suppress the pain gushing in her chest: "Why did you lose the car?"

"If you don't abandon the car, will you stop?"

Well, she asked a stupid question.

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Duan Yao's hometown is in the remote countryside of City A, the countryside is backward, there is no paved road, only the dirt road, bumpy for nearly four hours, Lin Muxue drove under a sycamore tree according to the memories she had kept over the years.

On the right side of the sycamore tree is a piece of land, and the green spinach is big and good.

A hunched back came into her eyes, her eyes were reddish, she clenched her teeth, as if something was about to overflow in her chest, she stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, tears ran across the back of her hand and dripped down.

Holding a basket in one hand and a hoe in the other, the old man staggered and strenuously walked here from the path at the edge of the land. His scrawny body swayed slightly in the wind, appearing so vicissitudes and loneliness in the sun.

Tears burst through her eyes like an unstoppable flood, and she stood under the plane tree, staring at the figure of the old man closely. After more than 20 years, he was really old. His years were washed away by the wind and frost all over his face.

In the past, he always liked to stroke her head with his young hands, and smiled gently and lovingly: "Yaoyao, Dad believes that when you grow up, you must be the most beautiful and wildest in the village." girl."

Lin Muxue's heart was squeezed by a huge pain, and her breathing was no longer smooth.

Qingyang Lin Xiao looked at her crying and despairing, and rubbed her into his arms distressedly. He really wanted to ask her what was wrong and why she was so sad, but he knew that she would not say it.

Duan's father raised his head and suddenly saw the two of them, moving slowly, the staggering appearance made Lin Muxue want to cry, but she breathed in hard, trying not to be so emotional.

"Who are you looking for? There is no one else here." Father Duan's voice was small, weak, and trembling a little. These features showed that he was completely old.

Duan's father was only in his 60s, but he was tortured by the cruel reality into what he is now. The basket was full of vegetables. Lin Muxue's lips trembled, and her voice was hoarse and out of tune: "I'll get it for you."

She snatched the basket and the hoe, Duan's father was slightly stunned, Lin Muxue squeezed out an ugly smile: "Don't worry, I'm not a bad person, I...do you mind if I go to your house to have a rest?"

Duan's father said with a simple and gentle smile, "Of course, no outsiders have been to this village for a long time."

He is always so kind and simple. No matter who it is, he likes to reach out to give insignificant help, just like her, who is obviously a person she doesn't know, but she will take it home.

Although the home is dilapidated, the dirt has fallen off, and dry branches are piled up in front of the door.

This is a mud tile house with a small yard in front of it, and there is an apricot tree in the center of the yard, but the leaves have fallen off this season and are bare.

There is a stone round table on the courtyard dam, which was cut by Duan's father himself with cement.

The familiar environment in front of her brought back all of Lin Muxue's memories, and those memories were like raging beasts, attacking her, and she was defeated.

Duan's father brought boiling water in a large porcelain bowl with blackened edges. Lin Muxue was terrified by his wobbly body, and she got up immediately: "Don't move, we will do it ourselves."

(End of this chapter)