Three years later.

In early spring, the suburbs of Beijing Airport is in the sky, and the sky is clear.

Song Qinrong picked up the headphones with one hand and stuffed it into her ears. She dragged the suitcase with the other hand, and walked towards the exit while making a phone call: "Uncle Zhang."

"Sorry, Miss Second, I didn't expect the road to be blocked for so long. I'll reach the exit immediately, you can get out."

Uncle Zhang was the driver sent by the Song family to pick her up. He relied on his own power and spoke domineeringly.

"It's okay, then I'll wait for you at the exit." Song Qinrong replied calmly.

As she said that, she pushed the huge black-framed glasses on her face and looked back at the time on the scrolling screen.

It's almost four o'clock.

Her plane landed at about 10:40.

In other words, she has been left at the airport by her driver for more than two hours.

Song Qinrong chuckled.

Before coming to the capital, she expected such negligence.

But she doesn't mind.

After Xiao Nuo died, the people from the gang disappeared out of thin air. She searched for three years and finally found a clue - "Yao Chi Cold", which the murderer was most interested in, is probably in the Song family.

Since that's the case, she will return to the Song family and come and wait for the rabbit!

No matter what, she is also the second lady of the Song family.

It was only when her parents' relationship broke down that her mother took her to the countryside when she was three years old.

Now, it has become a country girl that the entire Song family despises.

"Miss Second, I'm here! Where are you?"

Uncle Zhang's slightly impatient voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Here’s coming.”

Song Qinrong calmed down, walked to the exit, followed the instructions on the phone, and got into the car that was late to pick her up.

The old Song family house is located in the suburbs of the south of the city. It takes fifty minutes to drive from the airport in the north of the city.

There were quite a few cars on the road at this time, and there were basically no free sections of roads, but everyone was driving in an orderly manner, and there was no sign of congestion at all.

"It's not blocked now."

Uncle Zhang looked at Song Qinrong from the rearview mirror while speaking casually.

Lies are so careless.

Song Qinrong looked out the window and said in a plain tone: "There are quite a lot of cars."

"Of course, this is the capital after all, so there will be no time to go on the road!" When Uncle Zhang heard this, he glanced at the rearview mirror sarcastically, "Speaking of this, this is the first time Miss Second is taking a plane? Is it fun?"

The people in the Song family didn't understand her, and just thought that she had been in the countryside for more than 20 years and had never seen the world outside. So she looked down on her.

It's nothing, she's too lazy to explain.

Song Qinrong gently raised the corners of her lips and did not speak.

After all, I grew up in the countryside, but compared with the two ladies at home, my knowledge is still a bit worse.

Looking at Song Qinrong, who seemed to have agreed to Song Qinrong, Uncle Zhang whispered in his heart.

"Boom-Boom-Boom-"

Suddenly, a deafening sound of the engine came from behind.

Song Qinrong's eyebrows jumped and turned her head to look.

At this time, two cars were chasing and galloping in the traffic behind.

The one running in front was a green taxi, obviously already going crazy, and he ran away from both sides and drove forward regardless of the situation.

The elevated road is not wide, with only two lanes. For a moment, the cars on both sides were seriously injured. They were either scratched and flew away from the rearview mirror or hit on the roadblock next to them. The hood was flipped up and the face was beyond recognition.

In an instant, the sound of horns, screams, and harsh brakes resounded throughout the elevated road.

"Are you rushing to reincarnate?" Uncle Zhang cursed in a low voice, and quickly turned the steering wheel to the side of the road as much as possible.

Song Qinrong turned sideways and through the gap in the lane, she clearly saw the person sitting in the driver's seat of the taxi.

He is a bald man with a fierce face.

Song Qinrong's eyes narrowed dangerously.

I have to find a way to stop him, otherwise I don’t know how many people I will harm.

Song Qinrong thought this way, put her hand in her bag and held something.

Behind the taxi, a black Volkswagen followed.

Unlike the taxi that rushed around, the black Volkswagen quickly and skillfully avoided every car blocking the road throughout the journey and followed closely behind the taxi.

It was obvious that the black Volkswagen behind him was difficult to shake off. After driving out for a long time, the taxi suddenly slid to the right and hit a red car. He drove nearly ten meters above it, and then he drove over to the rear of the red car.

The red car was caught off guard and turned it in the lane for several turns before stopping. The front of the car was facing left and the rear of the car was facing right, and it was crossed in the middle of the road.

"Why did you stop like this? It's over!" Uncle Zhang looked at the rearview mirror and couldn't help but suck in the air conditioner.

The black Volkswagen behind has a speed of at least 160 yards. No matter which direction it hits, the people in the red car may not survive.

But the lane is only so wide that the red car is blocking the middle, and it is impossible not to hit it.

The next tragedy is completely foreseeable.

"It's really a sin!" Uncle Zhang sighed, feeling a little reluctant to look at it.

Song Qinrong's eyes followed the black car behind her, and kept moving her hands and took out the things.

It was originally used to stop a taxi, but now...

A shrill scream came from the red car.

Human life is important.

She sat sideways in the seat, pulled down the window and faced back, slowly raised her right hand, staring at the tires of the black car, like a cheetah ready to attack at any time.

etc!

Her lips curled slightly, and her expression suddenly calmed down: "It's okay."

At the same time, her sharp gaze turned.

At this moment, the bald man was driving a taxi and just passing by them.

The opportunity is here! Song Qinrong raised her right hand and decisively threw out the things in her hand, both stable and accurate.

Uncle Zhang was staring at the rearview mirror attentively. The distance between the taxi and him was not seen at all. He just replied casually: "How could it be fine..."

Halfway through his words, he widened his eyes.

The taxi had already driven. In the rearview mirror, he could clearly see that the black car that had not slowed down suddenly turned to the right first. When approaching the red car, he suddenly turned the steering wheel to the left and the left tire sank instantly.

It's like creating a sharp turn for yourself!

The left tire was pressed on all the weight of the car, and led the black car to the left side of the lane, and was about to hit the front of the red car in the next second.

"Sher-"

Another sharp turn! The harsh brake sound mixed with the accelerator sounded, and then the entire body rolled and drifted 70 degrees. The tire on the left was almost parallel to the ground. When it slipped past, it emitted an unpleasant black smoke. The tire on the right was directly pressed on the front of the red car!

"Bang!"

After sliding over the red car, the tire on the right fell steadily and made a loud noise.

The accelerator accelerated, and the black kept chasing forward.

"God..." Uncle Zhang suddenly poked his head out, unable to believe his eyes.

The red car is fine?

What kind of magical operation is this!

Song Qinrong narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyes locked on the driver's seat of the black car.

The driver seemed to be a man.

I don’t know if it’s because of the dark glass, but the man’s face is completely unaware from the outside, but the hands that are closest to the front holding the steering wheel are white and slender, with clear joints, so it’s not possible to see them.

It was clearly such a tense and exciting occasion, the fingertips of the hands were still clasping the steering wheel all the time, which seemed to make people imagine the owner of the hands, and there should be a smile on his face at this moment.

Leisure and comfort are like playing a cat and mouse game.

For some reason, when Song Qinrong saw those hands, her heart suddenly felt a little ached.

She pulled up the car window.

"This car is amazing!" Uncle Zhang is also an experienced driver who has been driving for many years, and he is impressed by it. "The sharp tail of the car god is not as good as this..."

Before he finished speaking, there was another loud noise ahead.
To be continued...