Chapter 8 The Domineering President's Little Wildcat (7)

"No." Su Qiao answered very succinctly, took a hand, and took it back.

Although the original body has passed the driver's license test, because the family has always hired a driver, there is really no chance to drive by himself.

444 Almost Myocardial Infarction: […]

Are you still so messed up?

And can you say it so eloquently?

"parking."

Su Qiao decided to let the dog thing in front stop the car first, and then kill him.

Hearing the sound that suddenly came from behind, Lao Chen's hand gripping the steering wheel tightened a lot, his knuckles were white with a hint of trembling.

A drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead, and his lips trembled: "Miss, you can't park here."

Su Qiao glanced at him with cold black eyes, stretched out her hand, and grabbed his neck directly from behind.

The crisp and sweet voice did not contain a trace of temperature: "Die now, or stop."

"Little...Miss, this is on the bridge, really...really can't park."

Old Chen couldn't help shivering for a while, even his teeth were chattering.

Miss Su shouldn't...could it be...found something?

Although he is a little sorry for Miss Su, there is nothing he can do.

The wife is bedridden all the year round and needs medical expenses.

After my son graduated from college, he couldn't even find a better job.

My daughter is about to go to college, and the family needs money everywhere.

If they died like this, what would they do?

Thinking of this, Old Chen, who was hesitant, gritted his teeth again.

Miss Su, I'm sorry, but my old Chen can't help it either.

Su Qiao's eyes turned cold and she was about to kill herself when 444 suddenly shouted.

[No, I just found out that this person is terminally ill and won't be able to live for long... 】

444 words hadn't finished, almost in the blink of an eye, Su Qiao and Lao Chen moved almost at the same time.

Su Qiao climbed on the window with both hands, kicked her feet on the seat, and her slender body was stabbed out of the open window.

After a few rolls, he rolled onto the sidewalk beside the bridge railing.

On the other hand, Lao Chen shouted "I'm sorry", and the car crashed into the bridge on the right at an astonishingly fast speed like a runaway locomotive.

'boom! Boom! ’

The bridge rails were broken several times.

In the right lane, the black car that followed closely behind didn't have time to brake at all, and one slipped and hit the rear of the silver-gray BMW.

Together with the car, Lao Chen plunged into the bottomless river with a 'plop'.

【Host host, how are you? Are you hurt? 】

444 jumped in a hurry:

【How can you jump out of the car without saying hello? Did you know that you could be killed if you're not careful? If you just die like this and don't complete the clone...]

"To shut up!"

My head was already dizzy, and even my eyes were black.

Coupled with the pain all over the body, it's really annoying that these two people are still screaming here.

Su Qiao sat slumped on the ground, with her back against the lamppost, her palm on her forehead, and she wanted to vomit.

As soon as she heard Xiao Si say that the old driver was terminally ill, she knew that there was no room for negotiation, so she jumped out of the car immediately.

Fortunately, although there is no internal strength, after the body is adjusted, the quality is not bad.

Coupled with his own skills, it will not fall too badly.

[You... are you okay? 】

Knowing that she was uncomfortable, 444 dared not shout any more, and asked in a low voice.

Then it seemed to think of something, and it patted its forehead: [By the way, legs, how about legs? 】

But don't become disabled as soon as you come, then you will be in trouble.

Su Qiao shook her head with a sharp pain in her right ankle.