Chapter 1: To stay with Fu Nanli

Chapter 1 must stay with Fu Nanli
This world owes you the tenderness, I will pay it back
Fu Nanli
Typhoon Mina crossed the border. At 5:30 in the afternoon, the Meteorological Observatory issued the No. 3 typhoon warning. It was raining outside and the pouring force was on the windows.
It took Wen Qiao all afternoon to finally figure out that she seemed to be born again.
There seemed to be a sirens in his head, which was very noisy.
-Stay with Fu Nanli
-Stay with Fu Nanli
-Otherwise, you will die! !
-Really will be dead! ! !
Wen Qiao knocked his head: "I know, I know, how many times do you want to say it?"
The name Fu Nanli sounded a bit familiar, and a white light flashed in her mind. She remembered that she seemed to have seen this name in the news in her previous life. Two days before she filled out her application for college entrance examination, Fu Nanli, the sole heir of the Fu family, went to the airport. He died in a car accident on the way.
Wen Qiao looked at the calendar on the desk and was circled on June 24th, the day after tomorrow, then—
Fu Nanli is going to have a car accident tonight!
Without thinking about it, she immediately took the umbrella and rushed out, bumping into her mother who was entering the door in the yard.
Su Yun stopped her: "This is a sandwich and milk. It only expires one day. The owner of the supermarket asked me to bring it back. I haven't eaten dinner yet. I will eat this later."
Wen Qiao shook off her mother's hand: "Mom, I'm in a hurry, go out."
After speaking, she ran out, her mother's voice weakened behind her: "It's windy and rainy, where are you going?"
Wen Qiao casually stopped a rental car. After getting in the car, he fastened the umbrella and put it at his feet. He wiped the rain from the skirt and said, "Master, go to Dongpu Airport."
The master pushed aside the meter, stepped on the accelerator, and the car plunged into the heavy rain.
This master is so talkative, he can't stop him when he opens his mouth.
"Little girl, are you going to the airport?"
"Ok."
"Go to the airport at this point? Catch a plane? Or send someone off?"
"Give it away."
"Have you heard of Fu Nanli, the captain of Dongchuan Airlines?"
Wen Qiao laughed, this Fu Nanli is still a big celebrity.
"I heard that he is tall and handsome. He is a well-known big guy in the aviation industry. The most important thing is that his family is still a chaebol family, and there is a mine at home. I heard that his grandfather used to be an air force. This is how I became the captain."
Wen Qiao looked at his watch and looked anxious: "Master, can you drive faster?"
The master clicked on the mobile phone navigation on the side: "Let's go to the outer ring, there is no blockage, rest assured, we will ensure that we will send you to the airport as soon as possible."
Wen Qiao closed his eyes and tried to recall the news of Fu Nanli's car accident in his last life. About what time was it and where was the accident?
Obviously it was just an inconspicuous little piece of life, she actually remembered it.
At 7:30, Fu Nanli's car hit a concrete car on the three-kilometer highway outside Bai'an, the car overturned, and there was an explosion. There was no dead body. It was really miserable.
Wen Qiao looked at his watch. It was seven o'clock.
"Master, can you get off the outer ring at half past seven?"
"Well, it's not a big problem."
The taxi sprinted all the way, raindrops flying across the window, and a soft Cantonese song playing in the car, Wen Qiao was so anxious that he could not wait to fly over by himself.
There were too many trucks in the outer ring, and the weather was too bad. The master didn't dare to drag the car. When he got off the outer ring, it was 7.28.
Wen Qiao kept urging: "Master, please hurry up and hurry up."
"Little girl, you still have to pay attention to safety, not any longer."
With a'bang', right in front of her, a Bentley car collided with a concrete car running sideways with a red light. The headlights made her reach out to cover her eyes, the harsh brakes, the sound of tires rubbing, and the car crashing to the ground. Intertwined into one.
Wen Qiao looked at the world from his fingers...
(End of this chapter)