190 The ancestor
The Mercedes-Benz passed by Jiang Meimei’s nose.
All of this happened in just a few seconds.
With a loud bang, the Mercedes-Benz hit the electric pole in front of it.
The surrounding cars had stopped, and there was a lot of noise.
Only then did Su Xing react and quickly looked at the middle of the road.
Sister, you’re safe and sound.
Jiang Meimei hugged her sister’s leg tightly and was also safe and sound.
Su Xing’s shoulders relaxed and he let out a long sigh of relief.
He could not lose his sister!
Su also took a look at the car. The front of the car had caved in, the windshield was completely shattered, and the airbag had popped out. The man in the driver’s seat was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He was unconscious on the steering wheel, his head bleeding, and his cheeks were very red.
She took Jiang Meimei to a safe place and called the police.
He first told her the address, and then he said simply, ” “Car accident. The driver was drunk.”
Jiang Meimei’s father’s girlfriend was so scared that she sat on the ground. She only came back to her senses after su ye finished the call.
After crossing the road, he thanked su again and again.
Su also wanted to leave with Su Xing, but when he saw the woman’s face, he stopped.
Wasn’t this Yingluo Zhang guangqiu’s wife?
Su had also seen her photo in Zhang guangqiu’s office.
The referee was stunned.
Zhang guangqiu’s wife is Jiang Meimei’s father’s girlfriend, Yingluo.
Su also narrowed his eyes.
Could it be that Zhang Meimei had misheard them because they were biting their tongues?
Su also tugged at Jiang Meimei’s bag. “Is your surname Jiang or Zhang?”
“My surname is Jiang,” Jiang “as in” Big River, Big River “” Jiang Meimei replied sweetly.
Su pointed at the woman and said, ” this person is your father’s girlfriend? ”
Jiang Meimei: ” yeah, I just found him last week. I’m already used to it. My dad keeps changing girlfriends.
When the woman heard the word ‘stamp’, her beautiful face immediately turned pale. Only then did she notice su ye’s school uniform. Her eyes flickered as she stammered,”Y-y-you’re Yingluo?”
“I’m a student from No. 1 high school, Class 23,” su replied coldly.
Hearing that, the woman immediately lowered her head, pulled Jiang Meimei, and ran away.
Su ye,”Zhenzhen.”
“What’s wrong, sis?” Su Xing tugged at his sister’s sleeve.
“It’s Green,” su said, exasperated.
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At night, they returned home.
Su also checked the Bo family’s access to Skynet.
She had checked very carefully, but the results surprised her. There were no records of Bo Yunli’s identity on Skynet.
There were only two possibilities.
Bo Yunli did not have an account on Skynet.
Or perhaps, he was the owner of that terrifying SSS-class player.
SU’s brows were also tinged with a hint of impatience. She hated deciphering.
Immediately after, she hacked into the database of Qing Da University’s high-level personnel.
That day, Bai Yuqiao said,’Qing University, she will definitely go’. It was obvious that she had a special relationship with Qing University.
Soon, su also found a familiar face.
Zhang Qingfeng.
He didn’t expect old Zhang to still be in school.
No wonder he found Bai Yuqiao familiar. Yingying should be Qingfeng Zhang’s granddaughter.
But why was old Zhang’s granddaughter surnamed Bai?
Not only did su know old Zhang, but he also knew his son, little Zhang.
Then, she asked Lei Jie to look up Bai Yuqiao’s father’s background and the hospital he was in in country M.
Lei Jie helped Bai Yuqiao’s father deal with the hacking of the patient’s database. Friendship price: 20 million.
Now, the investigation was going smoothly.
Su also closed his eyes to rest for a while.
The information was sent over very quickly.
Bai jingxu was stunned to see a familiar face and an unfamiliar name despite having grown up.
Su also touched his chin. Wasn’t this kid called Zhang Tugen?
little grand-disciple, you’ve used the medical skills that Grandmaster taught you abroad. If your daughter dares to mess with Grandmaster, I’ll teach you a lesson after I’m done with this!
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