Another accident.

Yan Han suddenly stopped and started to have a headache.

Fortunately, although the other driver was confused, he was not injured. However, people nearby said that the car god was driving randomly. How could he turn the car at the intersection that was extremely straight and he had to take full responsibility, so the other driver was very hurt.

Yan Han got out of the car and looked at the front of his car. The lights were broken again and the front of the car was seriously worn. However, this one was Audi, not her own sports cars, so it would not be so troublesome to deal with.

She saw that the other party was also a good car, probably not an ordinary person. People had already called the police and asked for insurance at this moment.

She withdrew her gaze and stood under a street light and took out her cell phone, but who would she call?

Call her brother? Although she didn't have any barriers to him after hearing that, she just felt that it was not good to bother him, and he was not the kind of person who pampered his sister when he was idle.

But Mr. Xi should be very busy, right? Is it appropriate to call him here?

But even if he is not suitable, he has a special driver assistant who can arrange any one to deal with it.

She doesn't have a driver herself, otherwise she won't have to bother him.

When Yan Han thought of this, he directly clicked on his number, but before he could dial it out, he seemed to be calling at her whistle.

She thought the car was blocking someone else's way and was unhappy. When she looked up and looked back against the street light, she vaguely saw a handsome young man sitting inside the Bugatti.

Fang Hansheng.

The man opened the car door and walked up to her, smiling: "What's going on? Is it a hit?"

Yan Han nodded, "Yes."

Ten minutes later, the crashed car was driven to repair, and Bugatti drove away at the intersection.

A Rolls-Royce parked about ten meters near the intersection. The man in a suit in the back seat stared at the place without blinking. The man was on the car window's hand, and red sparks were dotted between his fingers.

The driver glanced at Xiao Yun, who was in the co-pilot, and said, "Are you still going to your wife's company?"

Xiao Yun held his cell phone in his hand and was tapping rhythmically. He heard this and looked at his nose and nose, "Look at Fang Hansheng's car is going to sixteen?"

The driver shut up.

Xiao Yunyou looked back at Xi Quan, "Mr. Xi?"

Xi Quan did not move, and the smoke between his fingers did not smoke anymore, and just spread out in the late summer breeze.

He stared at the intersection, and after two minutes, he cut off the cigarette butt and spoke, and read a string of numbers: "Check who this number is."

Xiao Yun concentrated on the recording and turned on the phone.

He soon said: "Fang Hansheng's, but it's not the work number he usually uses, this one is very personal."

The man in the back seat did not move his eyebrows, but spoke, "Look at what the relationship between the two is."

Xiao Yun looked back: "I will follow up on Huabai's merger and acquisition case in the past two days, and there may not be much time."

Xi Quan: "Leave it to Jiao Yang."

"My Jiao is not very familiar with this case. I'll do it, right? Mr. Jiao is here to do this?"

Xi Quan pulled the collar and withdrew his gaze from the outside and lay down on his back. "You are going to be transferred recently. She replaced her position. Practicing hands is not a bad thing. Jiao Yang is not suitable for doing this, so you can come."

"Okay." Xiao Yun turned his head.

Xi Quanyang signaled the driver to return to the company.

The car immediately started and passed through the intersection with sea-like traffic.
Chapter completed!