The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

With Zhao Qingheng's luck, he was almost able to go directly to see Lord Yan.

His luck was so bad that strangers should not get close to him. He usually looks handsome and handsome, but now he probably only sees Zhao Qingheng's prey.

To compare him to shit?

It's not as good as shit, at least they still have the unwavering love of flies.

There is a traffic light intersection at the school gate.

Logically speaking, the driver of Zhao's family should have appeared on the side of the road at this time and waited for his young master to get in the car, but today's driver didn't know whether it was late or for some other reason, which caused Zhao Qingheng to follow Su Nanzhi in the car now. Here wait for the traffic light to cross the road.

At this moment, the red light counts down for ten seconds.

10, 9, 8, ..., 5

Across the two people, Su Nanzhi felt the slowness of the red light and the restlessness of the surrounding crowd, and Zhao Qingheng took the first step.

At this moment, a black car on the left seemed to be rushing through the traffic light intersection for the last few seconds, stepped on the accelerator, and accelerated.

The hustle and bustle around became extremely quiet in an instant, and the hustle and bustle continued, but in Su Nanzhi's ears, it seemed to be silenced.

4, 3, 2, ...

At the same time as "1", there seemed to be an exclamation around, and that exclamation seemed to be the beginning of tragedy.

At the same time, Su Nanzhi stretched out her hand and pulled hard, wiping Zhao Qingheng back at the moment before the car drove by.

Zhao Qingheng staggered and almost fell to the ground heavily, but because Su Nanzhi pulled him by the collar, he bumped into her.

At that moment, the pain from the bridge of the nose hitting the opponent's shoulder blade and the fragrance smelled from the nose formed a sharp and profound contrast.

Zhao Qingheng's out-of-focus pupils gradually returned to focus, but he was caught off guard for a moment.

"Is it enough?" Su Nanzhi's cold voice sounded from above her head.

Young Master Zhao, who was almost a head taller than her, stood up belatedly, his brain short-circuited for a while, and he didn't know what to say: "I..."

"Cross the road first."

The light is already green, and the cars on both sides have stopped. The owner who just stepped on the last few seconds is not sure if he is also afraid.

The school road section has always been an area with a high incidence of traffic accidents.

If Su Nanzhi hadn't held Zhao Qingheng back just now, the headlines tomorrow morning would be about a student from No. 1 Middle School in Beijing running a red light and getting into a car accident.

Zhao Qingheng hadn't figured out the thrill just now, but he was already afraid for a while.

He didn't know what was going on just now, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind. When he watched the red light count down for a few seconds, he stepped out involuntarily.

What was he thinking at that moment?

Can't remember.

It was clearly less than a minute ago, but he just couldn't remember it.

It seemed that at that moment, he was deliberately courting death.

Although he didn't want to admit it, it seemed that Su Nanzhi saved him.

He heard an exclamation in his ear, but the person who stretched out his hand to pull him back was Su Nanzhi.

She is so thin, pulling him back completely, I don't know if it took all the strength of her whole body.

"Just now..." At the other end of the road, Zhao Qingheng bit the bullet and said to the humanity he had treated with a cold face not long ago, "Thank you."

Su Nanzhi: "...It's okay, I've said it all, you've been unlucky recently."

Zhao Qingheng: "..."

Why didn't you forget to curse him at this time?

Zhao Qingheng wanted to say something more, but when he raised his eyes, he saw his driver waving at him.