C1 They Met on a Narrow Road and a Car Accident

2: 00 in the morning.

The dark clouds were pressing down on the hilltop without any restraint. The continuous rain had completely forced out the cold in the early spring.

The black Lamborghini circled around the mountain on the narrow mountain path. The wind carried the damp cold air of the drizzle and whistled into the car. It waved the long hair of the woman in the front passenger seat and slapped directly on her thin oval face.

Her sleeping face was hidden in the darkness, and she frowned tiredly. Her shoulders trembled in fear. She woke up from her deep sleep because of the cold.

Her slender hands pulled away her messy long hair and tucked it behind her ears. Looking around, she blinked her eyes blankly...

The man in the driver's seat was dressed in a suit and a pair of wide shoulders. He had beautiful features similar to hers. His originally fashionable black hair was also blown up by the mountain wind. His body was as cold as an ice sculpture, as if he had lost the ability to feel the cold and warmth.

"Brother, close the window!"

Mo Ming hesitated and reluctantly closed the window.

Mo Yov quickly turned on the air conditioner to keep warm.

The road was lit by the car lights. Looking out from the window, she saw the neon lights at the foot of the mountain were as quiet as an illusionary sea in the rain. Mo Yov was distracted by the beauty for a moment and heard her brother ask...

"Did you see Xiang Shaoxu at noon?"

"No."

The Xiang family has their eyes on the land in Fengyu Mountain. "Recently, the company has been short of funds. There are a few debts from the construction site, and we can't get any money from the construction site. Uncle and third uncle are going to sell you and that piece of land."

As the daughter of the Mo family, fate could not escape her. Sooner or later, she would be sold.

Mo Ming was silent.

The atmosphere in the carriage was oppressive. There was a faint smell of alcohol. It was getting thicker and thicker, and it was getting more and more intense.

Mo Yov raised her eyebrows. She suddenly understood why he had the window open just now.

"Brother, you drank again?!"

When she was five years old, the scene of a family of four being inverted under the car was right in front of her eyes. She saw the dark forest outside the car rushing back at lightning speed. She angrily ordered, "Stop, I'll drive."

"You can't even hold the steering wheel, you drive?!"

Mo Yov still could not suppress her anger, "You promised not to drink anymore - you swore!"

"You think I want to drink? Those two damn old fellows opened champagne and thought that they would give me the position of general manager, but they did not expect me to be demoted to director of the planning department..."

A ball of anger had been suppressed in his heart for fifteen years. It was dripping with blood and it was stuck in his heart.

"Three years ago, those two b * tches used Gu Yan to make you lose your reputation. I knew they would kick us out of the board of directors sooner or later."

Mo Yov understood her brother's hatred and anger, but she could not commit murder and arson for it.

She blinked hard, forced back her tears, and did not open her face. "Don't drag me into the company too. It will not do you any good in the future."

Mo Ming suddenly became suspicious. "You didn't go to see Xiang Shaoxu today. Don't tell me you are still thinking about Gu Yan?"

"Don't mention him!" That hatred was engraved in her heart, and every breath she took was mixed with pain. For the past three years, she seemed to be struggling at death's door.

Mo Ming looked at her, disappointed that she had failed to live up to his expectations. "If I really can't forget it, I might as well follow Xiang Shaoxu."

"You don't need to care about my personal matters!"

"I'm your brother. I don't care. I'm afraid you've been sold and you're still counting money..."

"Be careful!" Mo Yov cried out in alarm.

A light as strong as lightning suddenly pierced through the mountain path.

Mo Ming angrily cursed under his breath and quickly turned the steering wheel.

The tires cut across the ground and the car swept across the wet and slippery road. The front of the car brushed past the steep mountain rocks by the side of the road and hit the guardrail at the back of the car.

The top American motorcycle, Dodge Axe, rushed over and crashed into the passenger door of the passenger seat.

Mo Ming quickly adjusted the steering wheel and cried out in shock, "You, come closer to me! Quick!"

Mo Yov, however, could not move. The seatbelt buckle could not be pressed, as if she had seen a ghost.

If the door of the car was smashed flat by the wide motorcycle wheel, her body would also be crushed into a meat patty.

Under extreme fear, her heart strangely calmed down for a moment.

She did not make a sound. She resigned herself to her fate and closed her eyes. Tears flowed out of her eyes, and she could not help but hope that at this moment, she would be completely free.

The man wearing the helmet on Dodge's battle axe saw her face through the window that was lit up. He quickly twisted the steering wheel and slid past the car door...

In a split second, the front wheels of the motorcycle broke through the guardrail and slanted to the side of the cliff.

The man vigorously followed the force of the swing and rolled down the road for more than ten meters. His mind was still fixed on the familiar face from a moment ago.

The Lamborghini broke through the fence near the mountain, and the headlights were broken.

The airbag rushed to the front of her face. Mo Yov instinctively leaned back.

She panted heavily, making sure that she was safe and sound. She turned her head, still in shock, and saw her brother lying on the airbag, unconscious.

"Brother... Brother..."

She hurriedly opened the illumination in the car to make sure that he was not injured. Struggling to block the airbag, she pushed open the door and got out of the car. Due to excessive fear, her legs trembled and she could not stand stably. The rice white windbreaker was blown by the wind, making her unsteady.

She looked at the black motorcycle and ran towards the man in the distance.

The strong and tall body was lying on his back. He was wearing a black motorcycle leather jacket, and under the headlights, he looked cold. He wore a black flaming helmet on his head. There was no blood on the ground, and there were no visible wounds all over his body.

She had personally seen a car accident. She knew that some fatal injuries were often hidden perfectly. Through the helmet and the protective shield, she could not see his face. Her slender fingers trembled as they pressed against the pulse of his wrist...