Reborn Hot Wife

The assistant was concerned and shook his head, “But you only saw it once. Can you remember everything?”

The intricate melodies above gave him a headache, but Meny took it in his hand as if he had glanced at it that day.

The teen finally lifted his gaze, and if the translucent pupil eyes were somewhat mute, it seemed as if the world was cut off from him.

“I am not making a mistake.”

When the assistant could speak no more, he laughed and joked, switching the Kinson subject, “I see you come to Vandeli and hold the tablet all day. Is there a secret in it?”

Hearing this, the young man’s eyes gradually softened, “There is a significant sister. She is in Vandella.”

The assistant also smiled, “Then you can visit her after we are done with the activities tonight.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The teen rolled his eyes and curled his fingers with a flat plate, “When you get to the meeting place, you can see her.”

Being born exceptional and having met too many adults since childhood, he is less inclined to show genuine joys and sorrows in front of ordinary people.

In the eyes of the people around him, he is otherwise like a robot, except that music makes him feel some emotions.

The assistant smiled and nodded, “Then we are only half an hour away from the meeting place. That’s fast.”

At the sound of “soon”, the top of Meny’s heart got a little thump.

My sister, who I have been in correspondence with for two years, finally gets to see her today, and his heart can not help but look forward to it, and his mouth lifts slightly.

With the flat plate in his hand, he accidentally reached out the window to see the capital’s prosperity.

However, in the rearview mirror, a black locomotive that looks like the Phantom of the Opera in science fiction movies catches up with him.

Because the design of the locomotive is too unique, he looked at it twice.

But the speed of the car shocked him.

After a while, the locomotive drove parallel against his window, and the driver was a girl with a good figure wearing a black helmet, so he could not see her face.

The girl sat upright and knocked on the co-pilot’s window.

Knock, knock – the girl’s clear voice sounded through the window again, and she spread out eagerly, “Do not cross the road at that intersection up ahead. Stop the car quickly!”

“Stop the car!”

“Stop the car quickly, you can not go any further!”

The driver behind the wheel got a big fright, stared at the window, and muttered to himself in confusion, “Who’s that, weirdo?”

The assistant stretched his neck and squinted out the window, but he could not see anything.

Cocking an eyebrow, he looked unhappy, “Ignore her. It’s suspected she’s an avid fan of Meny. Speed up to get rid of her, and we need to hurry to the meeting place.”

“Good.”

The driver stepped on the soles of the accelerator and increased the power.

Many, leaning against the window, saw the girl knocking against the glass, growing heavier as if eager.

His eyebrow twitched violently, and with one glance, he saw the impatience in her eyes as if she were about to experience something sad.

Men’s back straightened slightly. “Why do not you stop and see what she wants?”

The assistant shook his head and said with disgust, “Ignore her. If she’s a fan, you’ll have to sign and take pictures, which will delay our time.”

Many looked out the window and was puzzled, “But that sister seems to have something to do.”

Since the engineer is already accelerating at this moment, the locomotives following outside are also accelerating.

Their behavior is hazardous on the highway. If it’s not essential, why would a girl risk her life?

“Have you forgotten that you were almost attacked by a sasaeng fan in Y-land before?” The assistant added, “Some people are hotheaded and can do anything.”

At that moment, Mary Kinson, fluttering outside the window, one eyebrow contracted, and her chestnut pupils were filled with fear and urgency.

Stelly’s voice in her ear became more insistent, “Sister Mary, the locomotive family at the front crossing came out and rushed to the crossing. If this commercial vehicle does not stop, with their driving rules and speed, there will be an accident!”

Mary Kinson’s heart trembled, and her breathing became very tense.

She lowered her gaze and thought quietly for a moment.

When she raised her eyes again, her gaze lifted, and the whole bright pair of Mary Kinson eyes became clear.

In a low voice, she replied, “I will stop the commercial vehicle!”

As the words fell, she stopped banging on the window but lifted the accelerator and opened it a little.

The driver in the car noticed her action, frowned, and asked, “What’s she up to?”

The assistant leaned forward with her legs half bent, not understanding what she was trying to say, “I do not know; why did he pull out in front of the car?”

Just as they were dazed, a thud threw on the window, causing the driver to slam on the brakes quickly.

The inertia of the braking caused the two people in the back seat to throw themselves forward.

The assistant yelled out and quickly turned to cheque on Meny.

Many reacted quickly and reached out to grab the front seat, so it was not a big deal.

“What happened!” “If something happens to Meny, can you afford to take responsibility?” The assistants growled to the driver.

But the driver in the front row leaned limply against the chair, pointed his trembling finger at the windshield, and stuttered in shock, “You… see…”

Meny followed his movements and saw a sharp blade stuck abruptly in the windshield, and the cracks in the glass on the side were obvious.

The image is truly horrific.

Before the three people in the car could get out of their shock, there was a loud bang at the intersection in front of them.

Bang! Bang Bang!

Immediately after the harsh sound of spinning wheels, four or five cars in the front causing a series of car accidents because of the locomotives driving around.

The worst thing is that the big trucks loaded with steel bars are scattered and the cars in the back row.

All of this is like the climax of a doomsday movie, happening fast and furious, and no one has time to react.

Even though Mary Kinson anticipated all of this, she couldn’t help but be frightened by the tragic situation in front of her, and sweat ran down her back.

After this car accident, many people had been disabled by severe injuries in previous lives, but only gifted teenagers who were crushed under themselves after colliding with trucks died.

She worried about saving Meny, but someone had died for him.