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Han Rui scratched its two ears and trampled over it for a while, then put it back on the floor. Then, he stood up from the sofa and lightly kicked its small body with his big feet: "Go play by yourself, your dad isn't in a good mood and won't have time to accompany you. Seriously, your wife hasn't been coaxed yet, there's another dog girl here."

He took out the famous key that he hadn't taken out for a long time from the tea table and walked out of his house. Perhaps it was only by running around the wide road that he could dispel his annoyance.

The white Lambom in the night sky left a perfect arc in the air and disappeared into the city's noisy street. As it drove through the deserted suburbs, the dazzling sports car began to go crazy, and the loud roar of the engine resounded through the night.

Many years ago, there was a developer that contracted here and wanted to build a new building. However, due to the collapse of the capital chain, they had no choice but to terminate the construction, thus, this place became a famous ghost city, with no one in sight.

Because of the city's speed limit, coupled with the fact that driving was dangerous, this quiet place had become a paradise for riders in recent years. Perhaps it was because he came out earlier today, so there wasn't a single car on the road. He brazenly ran through the wide streets, the loudspeakers honking loudly in the sky. The strong feeling of frustration in his heart was relieved at this moment.

No one would have thought that the CEO who looked so serious on the surface was actually a car driver and was extremely skilled. In Han Qizheng's words, he was a wild man in his heart, only covered up by his refined appearance.

After a few crazy laps on the road, he parked the car by the side of the road and smoked. It had been a long time since he had a smoke before meeting Xu Muyun again; all his worries were mixed together. He smoked more and more, sometimes not even one pack a day.

At 11 o'clock at night, cars started to enter the originally quiet suburban highway. Han Rui, who was immersed in pain, didn't hear the ear-piercing honk of a horn at all from behind.

Most of those who were able to come here to race around were rich second generations, and the cheapest among them was a million jump. The people who drove the cars were all very excited, and they came here to compete with each other to see who was better. They didn't have any real friends between them, so they all treated each other as rivals.

Although their cars were also very famous, compared to the $1,000,000 Lamborghini that Han Rui started off with, they were simply too weak. The people who were racing cars cared the most about whose car was better and whose car had superior performance. Han Rui's car was parked in the middle of the street. This was the biggest provocation to them.

A young child from a wealthy family, who was still an underage, ran in his Ferrari and ran out like a wisp of smoke, then crashed into the back of Han Rui's car.

Han Rui, who was caught off guard, hit his head on the steering wheel due to the inertia. Blood immediately flowed down his face and he fainted in the car. Behind him, a frantic whistle sounded, while cars crazily flew around him.

When they opened the car door and saw him lying on the steering wheel with his face covered in blood, they were extremely scared. Some of them hurriedly drove away, while the rest of them still had some conscience, so they dragged Han Rui out of the car and sent him to the hospital.

They were afraid that if they couldn't rescue Han Rui in the end, they would get into trouble. When the doctor walked out from inside, the corridor of the hospital was already empty, so they had no choice but to find his relatives to pay for the hospitalization.

Han Rui didn't store many contacts in his private phone, other than Han Peishan and Han Qizheng, who signed the name Xu Muyun, they gave the phone to the wife of the client. Xu Muyun didn't know that Han Rui had already left the room, and when she saw his phone number, she thought he was just messing with her. She didn't answer the first time, but the phone was still ringing.

The doctor gave a start. It seemed that the lady still had a temper. "Excuse me, is this Mrs. Han?"

Xu Muyun was stunned for a moment before she replied, "May I ask who you are?"

"Hello, this is the emergency room of the Municipal Medical University. Your husband has been in a car accident and was rescued by our hospital's perpetrators. We have escaped. Please come to the hospital!" the doctor said formally.

Ye Zichen hung up the phone. Xu Muyun was a bit confused, wasn't he at home? When did he go out? How did he get into a car accident?

After changing clothes, Xu Muyun hurried over to the hospital. After paying the admission fee, she went to Han Rui's ward. She was fine a moment ago, but now, she laid on the hospital bed with gauze wrapped around her head.

The doctor said he wasn't awake yet, so he asked her to go home and pack up some simple clothes. Judging from his condition, he would be staying in the hospital for a few days.

Xu Muyun took a taxi home, took some toiletries and changed clothes, then rushed back to the hospital. Han Rui still hadn't woken up, so she used a basin of warm water to wipe away the blood on Han Rui's neck.

His forehead swelled up, and his originally handsome face was now twisted. The tips of his fingers grazed where he was injured, causing Xu Muyun's heart to ache. There had never been someone who worried her like this before.

Feeling the warmth on her fingertip, Han Rui opened his eyes with great difficulty. She was looking at him with teary eyes. He reached out his hand to touch her cheek, "Don't cry, I'm fine. I just bumped into her."

Xu Muyun pushed his hand away and said with resentment, "Aren't you home? "Why did a car accident happen, and why did you make yourself look like this?"

"I don't know what happened either. I parked the car by the roadside and used my cigarette to smoke. Then, a car crashed into me from behind. I don't know what happened after that." Han Rui avoided the important matter. He didn't dare to tell her about going for a taxi late at night. Otherwise, even if she still held a shred of mercy towards him, it would all disappear.

"Then what do we do now? Should we call the police?"

"Call the police? I was drinking before coming out. When the time comes, they can arrange for me to get drunk again. At that time, don't let the people who caused the trouble not find out and lock me up for half a year instead." What a joke. If he were to report this to the police and they were able to investigate the situation, they would know that he was also an outsider there.