The battle here attracted passing cars to stop and watch. The man was pinched, and kept wailing when he saw the situation, "Look at this bitch, not only did she rub against my car, but she also pinched my hand!"
"..." Jiang Shu took a deep breath, dealing with strangers, and was called a shrew for the first time. She wanted to retaliate, but the presence in her ears was very strong: "Jiang Shu! Let him go immediately! You are not allowed to start now.
Don’t go out if you talk any more, do you hear me?”
Instead of asking a gentle question, he was really angry, and the voice was so loud that people around him heard it, and they all looked at each other in confusion.
Mu Yi stepped forward: "Mr. Fu...?"
Fu Shiyan dropped a vicious warning: "Send me your location and I'll come right away."
Jiang Shu on the other end reluctantly let go of his hand pressing the window switch, stopped talking, and let the storm outside spread.
Hearing someone getting on the car, his voice suddenly dropped, and his sigh was mixed with helplessness and comfort: "Don't hang up the phone until I arrive."
The girl lowered her head, the curvature of her neck resembled a very beautiful white swan, casually buckled the car seat, and responded in a low voice: "Oh."
There was a long silence, only the sound of each other's breathing and some noise.
Suddenly I heard a sentence: "Are you wet?"
"……Um."
"There is a dryer in the car and a towel in the back seat. You can wipe it yourself."
"...Oh."ωωw..net
Jiang Shu's whole body was a little stiff, and he followed his instructions like a puppet on strings, making a few rustling noises, and his only remaining reason was shouting: There is something wrong with this atmosphere.
She put the phone aside and wiped her wet hair with a towel.
The stalemate and publicity of these two days were dispersed by unexpected events and sudden exchanges, indifferent but tender, like a plant suddenly sprouting in the abyss, growing young buds and leaves.
Jiang Shu took courage for a long time: "Actually, you don't have to come over, let Mu Yi..."
"Jiang Shu."
The man calmly spoke out his name, and the warning was self-evident.
She stopped talking, her cheeks bulged slightly, and after a while, she suddenly said: "Then drive carefully."
Fu Shiyan couldn't help but mock: "Not as stupid as you."
"..."
The traffic policeman was faster than Fu Shiyan.
First, he evacuated the vehicle, pulled the man aside, and knocked on Jiang Shu's car window: "Miss?"
Jiang Shu's buzzing voice said to the man on the other end: "The traffic police are here."
"The police are here. He doesn't dare to touch you. Get out of the car and cooperate. I'll be there soon."
Jiang Shu sniffed, unlocked the central control, and got out of the car holding the phone.
The traffic police inspected the friction between the two cars. During this interval, the man on the radio said in a deep voice: "I'm here."
In his blurry vision, he seemed to see a gleam of light. He turned around and saw that there was indeed a car parked behind him. The driver's seat was open. A man wearing a black windbreaker and holding a transparent umbrella was walking towards them through the rain and snow.
The aura is strong, calm and determined, like a god.
Suddenly, Jiang Shu's fragile emotions found support, and his soft heart seemed to have grown armor and gained a solid backing.
A famous reporter from an entertainment newspaper once described Fu Shiyan like this: The sense of security this man can give is someone who makes you want to throw yourself into his arms when you see him, and he will definitely protect you.
You stand face to face, deeply touched, and the story of the rest of your life is related to this person.
There was a brief absence of concentration. The next second, his hand suddenly felt warm. Fu Shiyan came closer and put his other hand on the back of her head, hugging her softly and comforting her.