Chapter 251: Wow, I almost got into a car accident

Wen Zhihan hesitated for a few seconds before asking him, "Do you need me to go to the hospital with you?"

Meng Yingze shook his head and refused: "This injury is not a big deal, there is no need to go to the hospital."

Let her go to the hospital with him? Don't let her get into another car accident on the way.

"How are you leaving?"

Meng Yingze: "My assistant will pick me up later."

As soon as he came out of the police station, he sent a message to his assistant, asking him to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

Wen Zhixian nodded.

"Where are you going later? I'll give you a ride."

Wen Zhixian: "No need, I'll go back by myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Assistant Meng Yingze drove over, got out and opened the door for him.

"You go first, goodbye." Wen Zhixian waved at him.

Meng Yingze didn't say anything, he quickly got into the back seat, rolled down the window, smiled at her and said goodbye, then said to his assistant in a low voice, "Drive."

The car drove away and gradually went away. Meng Yingze took a breath of cool air and lightly touched the corner of his forehead with his fingertips. It was so painful.

The assistant asked: "Boss, where are we going now?"

"Go to the hospital." He didn't want to be disfigured.

Go back tomorrow and stay away from here.

…

The street near the police station leads to the high school she once attended.

She was not in a hurry to go back, but walked around nearby.

There was a wonton shop not far behind the high school. She used to love eating their wontons. She followed the route in her memory, but she didn't expect that the wonton shop was still open.

She wasn't hungry now, but she sat down and ordered some wontons anyway.

While waiting, she sent a message to Qi Yanjing: [Ouch, I almost had a car accident just now. ][Pleasant Goat Crying.jpg]

In the afternoon, someone invited Qi Yanjing to play golf at the club. He simply gave the invitation to give face and maintain interpersonal relationships. He also had a dinner party in the evening.

I had a fever this morning and now I have no energy at all.

After playing two games, he showed good skills. He played two games just for show. Listening to the flattery from the people around him, he thought that what they said sounded nice, but they were meaningless. It was his wife who was good at talking.

The words that come out of that little mouth are so funny.

He threw the club to Han Ye as a break.

He went back to the sofa in the rest area at the back and sat for a while, drinking some water. They chatted about work and he responded in a low voice.

The phone in his pocket rang. He put the cup down and Han Ye beside him took it and placed it on the table.

He glanced at the news indifferently, was startled, and his blood rushed to his head.

He said to a few people, "I have something to do, you guys go play first," and walked out the door while dialing a number.

Leaving them all confused.

"What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?"

…

Wen Zhixian had just sent a message and was about to send a second message to Qi Yanjing, with half of the words already typed.

The other party called.

She answered the phone.

Qi Yanjing on the other end looked a little anxious: "Are you okay?"

"What's going on?"

"What car accident?"

He started with three questions in a row, and Wen Zhihan couldn't even get a single word in.

Wen Zhixian: "I'm fine, check carefully, almost."

Qi Yanjing was very frightened, but still couldn't calm down.

He leaned against the wall and said slowly, "Are you not hurt at all?"

Wen Zhixian nodded heavily: "Not hurt at all."

"Then he must have been scared." Qi Yanjing frowned.

"A little bit." She paused, then said, "It's so strange, every time I meet Meng Yingze, I feel like he's hurt."

Meng Yingze?

Why are you mentioning him suddenly?

He said casually: "Did the car hit him?"

Wen Zhixian nodded, "Yes."

Qi Yanjing was speechless for a moment.

"That person was driving under the influence of alcohol. He didn't brake at the traffic light and almost hit me. Meng Yingze was passing by and turned the corner and hit his car. My car only had a slight scratch."

"I was so amused. The drunk driver was simply a talent for skits. He first begged for forgiveness humbly, then his true colors were revealed after signing the bill. He changed his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book."

Qi Yanjing: "It's good that he is fine. I can change to a car I like."

He asked again: "Where are you?"

"I'm eating wontons. I'll bring you here next time. The wontons here are delicious."

"good."

His tone was extremely gentle and patient.

"I'll ask Han Ye to pick you up and bring you to my place later."

Afraid that she would refuse, he added, "I have a dinner party tonight, would you like to accompany me?"

The soft tone, like a well-behaved big dog, swallowed the words of refusal that were about to come out of his mouth and said, "Okay then."

"Come back after I finish eating."

Qi Yanjing agreed verbally.

After hanging up the phone, Qi Yanjing received the address she sent and sent it to Han Ye.

Han Ye walked out and heard Qi Yanjing say, "Take Zhixian over. If she hasn't finished eating, you wait there for a while."

Han Ye nodded, turned around and got off the elevator.

…

The shop owner brought the wontons to the table.

Wen Zhihan picked up the spoon and stirred the soup in the bowl.

It's so delicious.

As she sat eating wontons, she felt like someone was watching her.

She glanced sideways and saw the shop owner sitting at the next table, resting his chin on his hand and looking at her with confusion on his face.

She was the only customer in the store. It was afternoon and students had not yet finished school. Normally, the store was crowded in the morning, noon and evening.

The shop owner should be in his twenties, about the same age as her.

When she was in high school, the store owner was a middle-aged woman, different from the one now.

"Were you a student of this school before?" the shop owner suddenly asked her.

Wen Zhixian was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "You too?"

She searched her mind for her high school memories. She had never seen this man before and he looked very strange.

The shop owner said, "Hmm," "I seem to remember you."

He grabbed a handful of hair and said, "It should be you."

"Maybe it's because I often came here to eat wontons when I was in high school. My best record was eating here for a month straight."

The owner of this shop is probably the son of the aunt I met before, and maybe he has met her.

The shop owner laughed and shook his head, "No."

Wen Zhixian shrugged: "I really don't know."

"Let me tell you, I don't know if it's you. It looks a bit like you, but it's been many years. I may have grown up and recognized you wrongly."

Wen Zhihan listened quietly.

When the shop owner was about to speak, a car stopped in front of the door and Han Ye came in from outside.

Wen Zhixian looked over.

Are you here so early?

The shop owner must have been doing business first, and asked Han Ye, "What would you like to eat?"

Wen Zhixian: "Han Ye, do you want to eat wontons? His wontons are delicious."

Highly recommended!

It turns out they know each other.

Finally, Han Ye was served a bowl of wontons.

The wontons burst with juice in his mouth after one bite, and he will come back to eat it next time.

After the shop owner sat down, he looked at Wen Zhixian and began to talk about the matter: "Many years ago, two students were fighting for the school bully. One day, they happened to meet in my shop while eating wontons. They each brought a friend. It seems that they both liked the same table and started fighting."

At this point, some ancient memories came flooding back to Wen Zhixian's mind.