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As Meng Sheng arrived at the parking lot, his cell phone suddenly rang with a text message alert.
She clicked it subconsciously, and a line of text came into view: [Don’t go to Jianghua Road, it’s dangerous! ]
This is an unfamiliar number with no remarks.
Jianghua Road is the only way from her home to Yisheng Art Museum.
It is also the shortest distance.
Meng Sheng looked puzzled, thinking that someone had sent the wrong message or it was a spam message, so he didn't pay much attention to it, got into the driver's seat and started the car.
The evening rush hour had passed and the traffic was smooth. While I was waiting for the green light at the intersection, my phone rang again with a text message alert.
The screen lit up, and she took the phone and saw that it was still the same unfamiliar number, but the content was different.
[8:30, serial rear-end collision on Jianghua Road, don’t go! ]
Meng Sheng was stunned for a moment, and his brows furrowed. There were still seven minutes to half past eight, and once the green light passed, Jianghua Road would be just around the corner.
Suddenly, a call came in on the phone. It was from assistant Joanna.
She monopolized her thoughts, picked up the phone, put it to her ear, and said, "Hello."
"Sister Meng, you forgot to take the watch you bought for Mr. Shang."
Meng Sheng was stunned. Today was her and Shang Boyu's third wedding anniversary. They had already thought about how to celebrate this anniversary, but he had to go on a business trip three days ago.
She bought the watch a few days ago and had kept it in a drawer.
She took it out this evening to avoid forgetting it.
In the end I still forgot.
When she received the call from him saying he was back, she hurriedly picked up her coat and cell phone and left.
Fortunately, Joanna has the habit of tidying up her office before leaving get off work every day.
"I'll be back to get it now."
After hanging up the phone, his eyes were fixed on the text message. A few seconds later, an urgent whistle sounded behind him. When he saw the green light, he threw the phone away again and turned the car back to the art museum.
When we arrived at the art gallery, Joanna was already waiting at the door with a watch in her hand.
She took it and smiled, "Thank you."
On the way back, Meng Sheng saw one, two, and three ambulances approaching quickly from the front. There were also several police cars and traffic police motorcycles in front and behind, and the sirens sounded throughout the night.
This is……
Meng Sheng felt a little uneasy and unconsciously tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
When we reached the intersection, the car was stopped by a traffic policeman, "There has been a series of traffic accidents on Jianghua Road, no passage."
Serial traffic accidents?
Meng Sheng's heart beat faster as she thought of the two spam text messages that she had identified as pranks.
She could no longer hear what the traffic police said.
The late autumn wind kept blowing into the car, but she didn't feel any chill at all and it even made her break out in a cold sweat.
It wasn't until the feeling of surviving a disaster hit her heart so hard that she came to her senses.
It turned out that the traffic police had already left.
Thinking of the text message, she quickly drove the car to the side of the road, picked up her phone, clicked on the text message, and edited the text: [Who are you? Why do you know that there will be a chain reaction on Jianghua Road? ]
The next second after clicking send, a system message pops up: [Your message failed to be sent. ]
Meng Sheng patiently sent another message, but all the replies he received were about failure to send.
Just call back.
But the expected ringtone did not sound, and the words "Dial failed" were displayed on the screen.
What is going on?
Can’t send text messages or make calls?
Meng Sheng frowned in confusion, but before he could think of anything, Shang Boyu called.
"Shengsheng, how long will it take you to get there?"
The male voice on the other end of the phone was gentle and pleasant, just like the fresh breeze in the mountain stream, able to dispel all the emotions accumulated in her heart.
"There was a car accident on Jianghuai Road. We have to take a detour."
Shang Boyu's tone immediately became tense when he heard this, "Car accident? Are you okay? Are you injured? Where are you now? I'll pick you up."
Meng Sheng smiled softly, "I'm fine. I'll be back soon."
Shang Boyu on the other end was worried and gave a few more instructions.
Meng Sheng stopped worrying about the text message and started the car to take a detour home.
When she got home, the smell of food and rice was already wafting from the kitchen. She had just changed her shoes when a tall figure wearing an apron walked out.
The man was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He had long legs, a handsome face, and clear features. Under the gold-rimmed lenses were a pair of warm and affectionate eyes, but at this moment he was very anxious.
"You're really not hurt?"
Meng Sheng smiled and turned around, then emphasized, "It's nothing. I was on my way back when I saw the traffic police stop the car and wouldn't let it pass."
Shang Boyu looked her up and down, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm glad you're okay. After I finished talking on the phone with you, I didn't even have the heart to cook."
"How do you cook? It's so troublesome. Just go out and eat. You should rest well after sitting on the plane for several hours."
Seeing that he hadn't had time to change his clothes, Meng Sheng pursed her lips in pain, her eyes as soft as water.
Shang Boyu smiled and said, "I'm not tired. I rested on the plane. Besides, today is our wedding anniversary. It's a pity that I couldn't accompany you to Paris to see Nibel's exhibition. I can only make up for it by cooking a few of your favorite dishes."
In Meng Sheng's impression, Shang Boyu came from a wealthy family, was tall, good-looking, gentle and considerate, attentive and thoughtful, romantic and affectionate.
I don’t smoke or drink, I’m emotionally stable, I can cook and I’m caring.
They had been in love for three years and had been married for three years, and he took great care of her.
Even though there was a nanny at home, he would often cook her favorite dishes, and he even did things that were not in line with his status.
Meng Sheng couldn't find any flaws in him.
She walked up to him, raised her arms to wrap around his waist, buried her face in his chest, closed her eyes, and said sincerely, "Why are you so nice?"
Shang Boyu caressed the back of her head lovingly, and said in a gentle voice with a smile, "Silly boy, you are my wife. If I don't treat you well, who should I treat well?"
After hugging her for a long time, Shang Boyu gently patted her back, kissed her temples, and coaxed her, "I still have the fire on the stove, go upstairs to change clothes and wash your hands. Are you hungry? We can have dinner in two more dishes."
Meng Sheng came out of his arms, responded, and went upstairs.
Shang Boyu is a very romantic person at heart. Every year on their wedding anniversary, he would find ways to surprise her.
Although there were some unexpected events this year, there were still some surprises.
When she came downstairs, the dining table was already set with candles, flowers, and a shell and diamond necklace.
Shang Boyu put it on her personally, his eyes gentle, "When I bought it, I felt it would suit you very well, it's really suitable."
Meng Sheng thanked him and gave him the watch he had prepared, "This watch should also suit you."
"Thank you, wife. I like everything she chooses."
When Shang Boyu held her in his arms and was about to put an end to today's sweet anniversary, Meng Sheng stopped him, "My period is coming."
"Isn't there still a week left?"
Meng Sheng looked up and said, "My period has always been very regular, with a difference of one or two days at most."
Shang Boyu was stunned, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and said with a smile, "It was those few glasses of wine that caused me to misremember this matter."
Meng Sheng didn't take it to heart, thinking that he had been drunk and remembered it wrongly.
It wasn't until three days later that the number that had been unresponsive since the rear-end collision sent another text message.
[Jinzhou Hotel, 9pm, room number 1408, Shang Boyu and Ning Weiwei]
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