[MTL] Heaven's Greatest Plan ✔

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The viaduct was filled with brakes and whistle for a while. Countless cars stopped, and passers-by who witnessed the accident got out of the car and rushed to the bridge. Some call 119, some call 120, and some take videos with their mobile phones.

But the car was no longer visible on the surface of the river, and the river swallowed everything in an instant.

Zhao Yu and Lin Zhinan were dumbfounded.

The driver's hands holding the steering wheel were shaking, and he was thinking about overtaking the last moment. If it really overtakes the front, or if there is an accident in the Jinbei on the way of overtaking, maybe they will also be affected, and they will be scared to think about it.

The car was silent.

Zhao Yu saw that Shen Junyi's car had also stopped, and the door was pushed abruptly. He leaned out half of his body and was immediately dragged back by the assistant.

After a quarrel, the door closed again and there was no more movement.

The people on the bridge were noisy and noisy. No one found him there, and no one knew what the car that fell into the river had to do with him.

The sound of the sirens from far to near, ambulances and fire trucks drove up the bridge quickly, the traffic police directed the stopped vehicles to leave, and the traffic order on the bridge slowly resumed.

The black Mercedes in front didn't move, and Zhao Yu's car didn't move either.

After a while, a traffic policeman came over and knocked on the window: "Go, go, don't look, you can't park here, let the safe passage out, and go quickly."

The driver looked back at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu's voice was a little dumb: "Let's go."

The car started slowly, and Zhao Yu saw a traffic policeman standing beside Shen Junyi's car. He should be saying the same thing, so the car also silently merged into the traffic.

After getting off the elevated highway, Lin Zhinan finally squeezed out her voice: "It's terrible..." She turned her head to look at Zhao Yu, the pale whiteness on her face still not finished: "What's the matter? The car is out of order or the driver. The problem?"

Zhao Yu shook his head: "I don't know."

Lin Zhinan Zhang Huang was at a loss for a while: "Shen Junyi...Shen Junyi...this accident..."

Zhao Yu looked serious and looked at her calmly and said: "Don't mention this matter to anyone, let alone let him know that we are on the scene." She looked at the driver ahead: "Brother Yang."

The driver immediately nodded his head and promised: "No, no, don't worry, Xiaoyu, this matter has nothing to do with us. I have driven artists for so many years, knowing what should be said and what should not be said, don't worry! My mouth is very strict!"

Lin Zhinan sighed and said in a low voice, "He should have a lot of psychological shadows. Actually, I don't blame him. I can't just go crazy just because I was scolded by him. It's probably an accident..."

Zhao Yu didn't speak, and looked down at his phone. The news of the car crashing into the river has indeed been hotly searched. Everyone is praying for safety and guessing why the car has lost control. The search and rescue team has also salvaged the river.

But in fact, everyone knows that there is basically no possibility of surviving such an accident.

Zhao Yu quit Weibo and opened WeChat. He clicked into Shen Junyi's dialog box. After hesitating for a long time on the Jiugongge, he finally sent a message: Say happy birthday to Grandma Shen for me.