Black-bellied husband, don't be too bad

Chapter 232 Only the driver was salvaged

It seemed like a century had passed, Chu Ci picked up the phone with trembling hands, and dialed the number again, but no one answered.

A huge panic enveloped her layer by layer, and the darkness invaded, and she could hardly breathe.

Before she had time to think about it, Chu Ci ran out of the coffee shop with her bag in hand, and stopped a taxi at the street corner.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if it was going to flood the entire city.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of her eyes, and a string in Chu Ci's mind was extremely tense. She could no longer think about anything more, and the only thought in her mind was to hurry to the Binjiang Bridge.

The hand holding the umbrella couldn't help shaking. Chu Ci didn't know how long she had been waiting, but she still didn't get a taxi.

The cars coming and going didn't intend to stop. When a black car drove over, Chu Ci's heart suddenly changed, and he opened his arms and stood in front of the car.

There was a sharp brake sound.

The car body barely stopped one centimeter away from her knee, and the window slowly rolled down. Chu Ci hurried over, wiped the rainwater off her face, and grabbed the edge of the window with her hands, her voice was so hoarse that it was tearing. : "Sir, my friend seems to have an accident, I have to rush there now, can you kindly give me a ride?"

After only three seconds of silence, a deep male voice rang out: "Get in the car!"

Chu Ci clasped his hands together, said thank you, then opened the car door and sat on it: "Please go to the Binjiang Bridge."

Now that things have happened, she can only pray in her heart that nothing will happen to Lu Xiang!
Time passed by, and Lu Xiang's cell phone could no longer be connected.

Chu Ci buried her face in her palms, her hair was wet, and water was dripping all over her body. She seemed to have soiled his car, but she couldn't care less now.

The outline of the Binjiang Bridge was already looming in front of his eyes. Chu Ci just wanted to raise his head to see where he was, when he heard the man driving in front let out a soft "Hey".

Chu Ci's heart tightened immediately, "What's wrong?"

"Ahead, it seems that the road is closed."

A thunderbolt exploded from the sky, and a boundless chill rolled up her back. Chu Ci seemed to be struck by lightning. Her hands trembled, and then she quickly opened the door and ran out.

The driver frowned, and a trace of doubt flashed in his amber eyes.

Chu Ci rushed over at the fastest speed, and sure enough, he saw a large number of people gathered at the end of the bridge, and the road was blocked.

The rain was pouring down, her body was completely wet, and her long hair was hanging down. At this moment, she looked like a lonely ghost who had suddenly lost her soul.

Chu Ci was dazed for a few seconds, subconsciously about to rush over, but soon the security personnel stopped her: "Miss, I'm sorry, there was an accident ahead, can't you go over?"

She raised her confused eyes, "Accident?"

Looking sideways, she saw that the protective railing of the bridge had been knocked into a gap, and below the bridge was the turbulent and fast-moving river.

"A taxi hit a protective fence and fell into the river, and people are being called to salvage it."

Chu Ci's mind was blank, as if a hand had torn her nerves, she could hardly think anything.

Or it was too painful to think about.

Immediately, she didn't care and was about to rush over.

The security guard stopped her waist: "That's the scene of the accident, I'm sorry you can't go there."

The rain fell on her face, mixed with hot tears rolling down, "Lu Xiang, Lu Xiang..."

She was crying and screaming, her shrill voice was particularly sad in this rainy night: "Let me go, let me go. My friend is in the car."

"I'm sorry, Miss, please calm down first."

With a "plop", Chu Ci's legs softened, and he knelt down on the ground.

She lowered her head and let the rain fall into her neck. The ground was hard and rough. Chu Ci's hands were on the ground, and her nails were as white as dead ashes due to excessive force.

Such heavy rain, such turbulent river water.

She felt cold, bone-piercingly cold, and the rain drenched her heart completely.

The eye sockets could no longer shed tears, as if they were dry, and the dry ones were about to burst, and the pain was so painful that it was about to bleed.

An umbrella was opened above her head, Chu Ci didn't look up, just knelt on the ground like that.

Someone reached out to pull her up, but Chu Ci didn't resist, then gently pushed his hand away, pushed him away from her, turned around alone, not knowing which direction to go.

Her mind went blank for a while, and she could hardly think about anything.

Chu Ci walked in the rain, as if she had a dream, but that dream was so clear and painful.

She didn't wake up from her dream until a dazzling high beam came from afar.

The moment she fell down, what she thought was that she still had something to say to Fu Heng.

She didn't want to die, but if Lu Xiang left her, how would she live?
The mobile phone thrown aside kept ringing, and the caller ID was Chu Xuan.

The screen flickered all the time, but he didn't care about it.

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The torrential rain, the turbulent river, the dazzling lights, and the overwhelming blood gushing out.

This is the cycle of reincarnation in Chu Ci's nightmare.

Bit by bit, it wrapped her up, like a dense net, so tightly wound that she could hardly breathe.

"Ah..." She opened her eyes with a cry, and sat up suddenly.

There was a thin layer of cold sweat on her forehead. Before she realized where she was, she was gently pulled into her arms by both hands.

Immediately, a familiar low-pitched man's voice came from above her head: "Chu Chu!"

Chu Ci raised her face and met Fu Heng's haggard but still handsome face, her mind went blank for a moment.

She looked at him quietly, not knowing what to say?
For a long while, she lowered her head, rubbed her aching temples, and thought carefully about what happened that day, but found that she could not remember many details.

Chu Ci shook her head: "Why am I here?"

Fu Heng touched her head: "I rushed back immediately when I received the news that you were in a car accident, but luckily you were only slightly injured."

Chu Ci's brain was muddled, and his head was in excruciating pain.

car accident?

car accident?

Opening her eyes suddenly, she remembered.

Lu Xiang, Lu Xiang is in that car.

Chu Ci turned her face away, grabbed Fu Heng's shirt skirt suddenly, her voice was hoarse and broken: "Where is Lu Xiang, where is Lu Xiang?"

Fu Heng frowned, stretched out his hand to caress her face, "What happened, you calm down first."

Chu Ci was stunned for a moment, asking her to calm down?

Yes, she must be calm, calm, don't panic, absolutely don't panic, only in this way can the matter be resolved.

So she let go of Fu Heng's skirt, and her emotional face slowly calmed down. She took a deep breath and suppressed the panic from the bottom of her heart: "There was an accident at the Binjiang Bridge, a car hit The protective fence fell down, and Lu Xiang was inside."

When it came to the fact that she couldn't control her emotions, she firmly grabbed Fu Heng's arm: "Help me, help me save him, okay?"

Her dry eyes began to roll hot again, and her tears condensed into strings, rolling down on the back of his hand, scorching hot.

Fu Heng frowned, and held her hand: "I'm going to make a call."

Chu Ci nodded, then shook her head again: "It's too late, it's too late, did I sleep for a long time?"

The huge panic and fear made her suffocate, and her mood fluctuated greatly.

Soon a nurse rushed in, came in front of Fu Heng, and asked tentatively in a low voice: "Miss Chu is very unstable, she has been greatly stimulated, I suggest giving her a shot of sedation first, safe now Hold her down."

Fu Heng glanced at Chu Ci, and she was also looking at him, with hope and pleading in her misty eyes.

He waved his hand, then stepped aside and started calling.

After a while, he hung up the phone, walked to the hospital bed and held Chu Ci's hand: "You must have misunderstood something. The car was salvaged, and there was only the driver in the car."

It is said that due to fatigue driving and the heavy rain that day, the driver didn't pay attention for a while, so he slammed into the guardrail, and the whole body fell into the river.

Chu Ci was startled, and subconsciously said, "What about Lu Xiang?"

Fu Heng shook his head: "Except for the driver, there is no one else."

He frowned, doubts flashed between his brows, and he pursed his lips: "Okay Chuchu, you are emotionally unstable now, I will pay attention to this matter, you rest first."

Chu Ci shook her head, disbelief flashed in her eyes: "No, no, did the rescue team salvage them all, will they miss it!"

Fu Heng patiently explained to her: "The army sent people down to salvage it. The search and rescue went on for a day and a night, and only the driver was salvaged."

Chu Ci opened her eyes wide.

Did she misunderstand?

Is she thinking too much?

If so, what happened to Lu Xiang's phone call?

Chu Ci's eyes went dark, and then her breathing froze for a moment. She clutched her chest and took a breath, "Who is the driver?"

When Fu Heng saw that she was still chasing after her, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up. His voice was very soft and patient: "Listen to me, if Lu Xiang is really in the car, there will definitely be her by now. news."

As soon as the car entered the bottom of the river, it would immediately turn off the engine, and the doors were locked, making it impossible to get out.

Chu Ci took another breath and asked, "I want to watch the news, so who is the driver?"

After finishing speaking, he didn't look at Fu Heng again, and directly picked up the remote control to turn on the TV.

It just so happened that the news was broadcasting this matter.

"NO.14 An accident occurred on the Binjiang Bridge. A taxi crashed into the guardrail of the bridge and the car fell into the river. Now the driver's body has been salvaged, and the identity of the driver cannot be confirmed. Scar, aged around 40 to 50 years old, please report to the police in time for family members who have lost relatives recently."

Chu Ci's brain seemed to be clear for a moment, as if he remembered something, but he was not very sure.

She immediately grabbed Fu Heng's hand: "Do you have a photo of the driver, I want to see it!"

(End of this chapter)