Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Half a year.

Lin Zhian has cut off contact with almost all of Wei Chengze's friends.

And return to normal life.

But she didn't expect that life's accidents would come so suddenly.

Just like her at this moment, she happily got her driver's license and bought her first car in her early twenties with full payment. It was a super beautiful pink crystal car.

Half an hour before the incident, he happily posted a message on WeChat Moments.

[Who has a car? Oh, it's me]
Then she looked tremblingly at the black Bentley in front of her that she had rear-ended. On the icy and slippery road on a snowy day, it was knocked a long distance away, and the rear of the car was dented.

She quickly ran out of the car and knocked on the window, her voice almost crying, she was at a loss: "You, you are lucky to be alive..."

The winter sun is dim and the north wind is howling.

The Bentley's windows were rolled down.

The snow reflected a deep and cold outline, the black windbreaker blocked the wind, the man turned his head to look at her, his skin was very cold and pale against the gloomy sky, his features were too superior and indifferent, but there was a sense of laziness and alienation between his eyebrows.

Eyes facing each other.

Snowflakes drifted in through the car window.

Zhou Shu's gaze stayed on Lin Zhian's face for two seconds, then he took out a tissue to wipe the blood off his hands, pressed the cut on his forehead, and answered her question.

"Alive."

#What should I do if I rear-end my ex-uncle's car and injure him?

Lin Zhian's mind went blank for a few seconds when she saw the face clearly. It was the warmth of the snowflakes falling into her eardrums that woke her up. Her voice trembled, and she became timid and reserved.

"I'm sorry, I'll take you to the hospital..."

Zhou Shu leaned his head against the back of the car, exhaled, with a hint of indifference and fatigue between his brows, and pulled out his cell phone from the side.

"Uncle, uncle, don't call the police yet, I didn't run away from the scene of the accident!" Lin Zhian was stunned, and couldn't think of how to address him for a moment. He blurted out the words in a hurry, and almost swore to the sky.

Zhou Shu paused for a moment as he turned on the phone. His temples were throbbing. He raised his head and said to her in a flat voice, "I'm just checking the calendar."

"what?"

"See if I'm going to have a bloody disaster today."

"..."

"I didn't mean it." Lin Zhian held it in for a long time, her voice becoming more timid, like a kitten, "Get in my car first, I'll drive you to the hospital."

"?" Zhou Shu, "You'll drive me?"

Lin Zhian tasted naked shame in his eyes.

"It was my fault just now. What should I do? Or I should call an ambulance for you."

"No need." Zhou Shu thought he was unlucky and said briefly, "You can go back."

Lin Zhian looked at the blood flowing from his forehead and felt extremely panicked. In such a cold day, his palms broke out in sweat and his breath turned into white mist. It was as if he had returned to several years ago in a trance. The tall buildings around him all collapsed and blurred into the sudden earthquake, burying everything.

In the ruins, she saw the bloody face.

Covered in dust, he looked disheveled yet resolute.

Before she could remember, the other people had blocked her view, the noisy sounds disappeared, and so they were separated for years.

"I'll take you to the hospital..." Lin Zhian held down the raised car window with his hand. His voice was very soft, but every word was clear.

Zhou Shu frowned and looked at her.

ten minutes later.

Lin Zhian sat silently and stiffly in the passenger seat of his new pink car, watching Zhou Shu driving with a cold and almost disfigured face.

But still handsome.

(End of this chapter)