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Three years later.
Beijing Suburban Airport in early spring and February. The sun is shining brightly in the sky and there are no clouds in the sky.
Song Qinrong neatly picked up the earphones with one hand and put them into her ears. She dragged the suitcase with the other hand and walked towards the exit while making a phone call: "Uncle Zhang."
"I'm sorry, Miss Second, I didn't expect the traffic to be jammed for so long. I'll be at the exit soon, you can come out."
Uncle Zhang was the driver sent by the Song family to pick her up. He relied on his family's power to boss her around.
"It's okay, I'll wait for you at the exit." Song Qinrong replied calmly.
As she spoke, she pushed up the huge black-rimmed glasses on her face and looked back at the time on the scrolling screen.
It¡¯s almost four o¡¯clock.
Her plane landed at 1:40.
In other words, she had been left alone at the airport by her driver for more than two hours.
Song Qinrong chuckled.
Before coming to the capital, she had anticipated such neglect.
But she doesn't mind.
After Xiao Nuo died, the people in that gang disappeared out of thin air. She pursued it for three full years, and finally found a clue - "Yaochi Leng" that the murderer was most interested in was probably in the Song family.
Since that¡¯s the case, then she should just go back to the Song family and wait and see!
No matter what, she is also the second young lady of the Song family.
It was only when her parents broke up that their mother took her to the countryside when she was three years old.
Now, she has become a country girl that the entire Song family looks down upon.
"Second Miss, I'm here! Where are you?"
Uncle Zhang¡¯s slightly impatient voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Here it comes."
Song Qinrong calmed down her expression, walked to the exit of the station, followed the instructions on the phone, and got on the car that was late to pick her up.
The old house of the Song family is located in the southern suburbs of the city. It takes fifty minutes to drive from the airport in the north of the city and take the elevated beltway around the city.
There were not too many cars on the road at this time, and there were basically no free sections, but everyone was driving in an orderly manner, and there was no sign of congestion at all.
¡°It¡¯s not blocked now.¡±
Uncle Zhang spoke casually while looking at Song Qinrong in the rearview mirror.
¡°You can lie so carelessly.
Song Qinrong looked out the window and said calmly: "There are quite a lot of cars."
"Of course, this is the capital after all, there will be no free time on the road!" Upon hearing this, Uncle Zhang glanced at the rearview mirror sarcastically, "Speaking of which, this is the second young lady's first time to fly, right? Is it fun? ?¡±
People in the Song family didn't understand her, they just thought she had been staying in the country for the past twenty years and had never seen the outside world. So look down on her.
It¡¯s nothing, she¡¯s too lazy to explain.
Song Qinrong¡¯s lips raised slightly but she said nothing.
¡°After all, I grew up in the countryside, so compared to the two young ladies in my family, I am still a bit less knowledgeable.
Looking at Song Qinrong with a calm smile in the rearview mirror, who seemed to be acquiescing, Uncle Zhang cursed in his heart.
"Boom - boom -"
Suddenly, a deafening engine sound came from behind.
Song Qinrong¡¯s eyebrows jumped and she suddenly turned her head to look.
I saw two cars chasing each other at high speed in the traffic behind me.
Running in front was a green taxi. It was obviously crazy and drove forward regardless of the cars on both sides.
The elevated highway is not wide, with only two lanes. For a moment, the cars on both sides were seriously injured. Either their rearview mirrors were smashed, or they were hit against the roadblock next to them, with their hoods flipped up and beyond recognition.
In an instant, the sound of horns, screams, and harsh brakes resounded throughout the entire elevated highway.
"Are you rushing to reincarnate!" Uncle Zhang cursed in a low voice, while quickly turning the steering wheel and pushing the car as far as possible to the side of the road.
Song Qinrong turned sideways and clearly saw the person sitting in the driver's seat of the taxi through the gap in the driveway.
He is a bald man with a fierce look.
Song Qinrong¡¯s eyes narrowed dangerously.
We have to find a way to stop him, otherwise we don¡¯t know how many people will be harmed.
Song Qinrong thought like this, put her hand into her bag and held something.
Behind the taxi, a black Volkswagen followed.
Unlike the rampaging taxis, the black Volkswagen quickly but deftly avoided every vehicle blocking the road.He took a breath and reminded aloud: "There has been a car accident. I'm afraid there will be traffic jams again later."
"Yes, yes!" Uncle Zhang came to his senses and stepped on the accelerator. "We can't get stuck in there and delay it any longer. The old lady will have to wait."
The location was not far from the place where the car overturned. Uncle Zhang stepped on the accelerator a few times and drove over smoothly.
They left so fast that Song Qinrong didn't see the black car. As they passed the black car, the window of the black car slowly lowered a crack, revealing a pair of light-colored eyes, staring at them thoughtfully.
As the car drove past, the indifferent and slightly scrutinizing eyes stared at the direction they left for half a minute.
"Four Young Masters!"
Two more cars came from behind, and five people got out of the car and shouted respectfully towards the black car.
"Check the tires." The man spoke calmly, his voice low and cold.
The five people received the order and quickly gathered in front of the taxi. Some went to move the bald man trapped in the driver's seat, while others stared at the tires carefully.
"Fourth Young Master, I found this on the right rear tire."
It didn¡¯t take long for someone to present what they found.
It turned out to be a black pen.
"It seemsis it a black swan?" The person who handed the pen was in disbelief.
The so-called Black Swan is a fountain pen with a century-old collection history that was auctioned in Lzhou last month. It is named after it is covered with a platinum grid and has a row of black diamonds inlaid on the pen clip.
This is no ordinary pen. It is said that it was auctioned for a sky-high price of 30 million!
Such a pen can no longer be called a pen, but a rare treasure. It should have been kept in a safe for protection.
But now being thrown out so casually to poke tires?
"interesting."
Thinking of the car that passed in front of him just now, also with dark light-proof glass, the man's cold pool-like eyes narrowed slightly.
"Check that car." His slender fingers played with the pen carelessly, "Return the pen." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com