Chapter 130

"Not drunk?"

In the car, Shen Zhining looks at Sheng Jiaoyang with a smile.

Sheng Jiaoyang blinked her eyes, and she raised her hand to help her forehead. "Oh, still a little dizzy."

In the past, Shen Zhining would be very tired of this kind of affectation. Now, he not only doesn't feel disgusted, but also has a little smile on his eyes.

"No need to pretend."

He paused and said slowly, "I can't understand how drunk you look."

Boom!

Sheng Jiaoyang seemed to hear the sound of his own rational collapse.

She couldn't help but think of that morning. He said, "yesterday you just bit my lips like this." he also said, "last night you said you liked me and asked me to kiss you. If I didn't, you would..."

To break his lips?

And then?

Sheng Jiaoyang bit her lips. For the first time, she was annoyed that her memory was too good. That annoying dream haunted her mind.

She turns her head secretly and doesn't want Shen Zhining to look at her.

The eyes are as deep as the lake water. They look ancient and unshakable, but actually they are turbulent.

Sheng, who confessed to being a blusher, had to find words to distract her attention. "What to eat at night?"

"What would you do?"

Sheng Jiaoyang thought about it seriously, and replied solemnly, "I can't do what normal people can."

Shen Zhining stared at her for a while. He probably didn't see such a person with poor cooking skills.

"That I don't want to cook. I really can't do it. Before, meiniu ate my fried dishes and went to the hospital to wash her stomach. " Sheng Xiaoyang's eyes twinkled and said, this is really true. After that, meiniu won't let her touch the kitchen utensils.

"I saw the oil painting hanging on the balcony. The color was very well adjusted." Shen Zhining said a word that was out of touch with the wind, horse and ox.

Suddenly, the boasted Sheng Jiaoyang froze for a moment, "thank you."

Shen Zhining said on his own: "the wine you mixed is not bad, it needs to be mixed in proportion, and it will affect the whole. You can do this, but you can't make a dish that you can eat? "

"Er..." Sheng Jiaoyang turned his eyes and asked, "can you cook?"

Shen Zhining is silent.

Seeing him like this, Sheng Jiaoyang knew that he had never been a cook before. She continued: "don't look at cooking, there is a lot of knowledge in it. I think it's very simple to mix wine and paint. It's better to master the proportion of ingredients, but cooking is not the same. No one needs to weigh out the weight before sprinkling salt and putting spices. The recipe only says a spoon, a little, suitable Quantity, then the question comes, how much is a spoon, how much is a little, and how much is a proper amount? There is also the fire, how to judge this fire, in addition, the processing of food materials is different, and the cooking methods are different. The cut piece is suitable for stewing, and the cut silk is suitable for stir frying. There are too many aspects to pay attention to. "

"You know a lot about cooking."

"It's useless to know. I can only find that I'm not suitable for cooking." Sheng Jiaoyang said in a helpless tone.

Sheng Jiaoyang also wanted to say something. Suddenly, the car made a sharp turn, and she jumped forward and plunged into Shen Zhining's arms.

"Ho -" the squeaking sound of the tires rubbing against the ground.

The car pulled over. "Boss, are you ok?"

"What's the matter? Manchu army? " Shen Zhining looks at the driver in the driver's seat.

"The truck in front of us braked in an emergency."

Shen Zhining lowered the window and looked at the back of the car. Soon he raised his eyebrows. At the same time, the driver's voice sounded in the car: "it was a car accident."

Sheng Jiaoyang left Shen Zhining quickly. She saw the scene not far away through the glass behind the car.

The head of a truck crashes into a fruit tricycle, and a car in the back crashes into the back of the truck. Next to the battered tricycle stood a little boy.

"Mom, mom..." A shrill cry came.

"Under the car To brother Ning, is there anyone under that car Sheng Jiaoyang holds Shen Zhining's arm.

"Yes."

Sheng said nothing and ran out of the door on the other side.

Shen Zhining's eyebrow was beating and got off the bus.

As soon as Sheng Jiao Yang approached, he was frightened by the scene in front of him. There was a trace of blood left under the truck. One end of the blood was the lower part of his body which had been broken from the pelvis. Another half of his body moved slightly under the wheel. Fruits were scattered all over the ground, some of them were crushed, and the tricycle was completely deformed.

The truck driver has come down. He is calling for an ambulance with his cell phone in a panic. There are several people around him. They take photos and record videos. The little boy has squatted beside the car and stretched out his hand to pull the half of his body under the wheel, face down.

"Mother --"

a pair of hands covered her eyes from behind, a sigh passed into her ears. "Don't look at it."Sheng Jiaoyang returns to her senses, and the child's hoarse and sharp cry continues. She takes a deep breath, raises her hand and takes his hand away, turns her head to look at Shen Zhining. "I'm ok." Then she ran to hold the little boy away.

"Mommy, I want mommy -" a dirty little boy was struggling desperately in Sheng Jiaoyang's arms, soon soiled and crumpled her very textured clothes, and the blood on his hands wiped Sheng Jiaoyang's body everywhere.

Sheng Jiaoyang tried his best to hold the child in his arms. "Darling, the ambulance is coming."

"Mom, mom..." The child is still shouting at the top of his voice. It seems that the four or five-year-old already knows something. His voice is full of sadness and despair.

A video recorder trotted up with his mobile phone and asked in a surprised voice, "are you Xu Jiaojiao?"

Sheng Xiaoyang frowned and said with displeasure, "don't record it, please leave some last dignity for the mother of the child!"

"Oh, oh." The man quickly put away his cell phone.

After explaining the driver man Jun to check the real situation of the person under the truck, Shen Zhining went to Sheng Jiaoyang and reached out: "give him."

It's really hard to hold a child who is four or five years old. In a short time, Sheng Jiaoyang's hand is weak. Seeing Shen Zhining coming to hold the child, Sheng Jiaoyang just wants to entrust the child to the past, but he can't imagine that the little boy's hand has been pulling her clothes.

"Go back to the car first." Shen said.

Sheng Jiaoyang walks back to Shen Zhining's car with the little boy in his arms. Man Jun, the driver, has also come back. He shakes his head to show that the people under the car are no longer saved.

"Please don't take pictures." Man Jun looks serious and stands in front of several people who are following up.

"Is that man Xu Jiaojiao's boyfriend?"

The Manchu army just stopped and didn't answer.

In the car, the shouts of the little boy lying in the sun's arms have stopped, and there are only poor children's sobs in the whole car.

Shen Zhining looked at her in silence. Her eyes were not clear.