Young Master Feng's Runaway Sweetheart

After a night of nothing to say, Zhang Mengyu got up early the next day, intending to go to the company to finish his unfinished work. Remembering the pile of documents on his desk, the sleepy bug had already disappeared without a trace .

After waking up for a morning run, he called Tang Shimeng back breakfast, washed up, changed his clothes, ate something, and went to the company.

I thought I was already very early, but when I came to the [-]th floor of Fengxing Yuanhang, I found that almost all the people from the secretariat had arrived.

After saying good morning one by one, I came to my workbench and turned on the computer.

But an astonishing scene happened. The files I saved on my computer desktop yesterday have long since disappeared.

Zhang Mengyu searched for a few storage disks but couldn't find them, and restarted the machine several times but couldn't find them.

"Meng Yu, what's the matter?"

Liang Shantong came out of the office to explain the work, and saw Zhang Mengyu with a panicked face, clicking the mouse continuously, as if looking for something.So he went up to ask about it.

"Sister Liang, I. All the materials corrected by my school yesterday were clearly stored on the desktop, but I couldn't find them today. But I obviously saved them yesterday!"

Zhang Mengyu looked serious, and was about to shed tears in anxiety.

Liang Shantong hurriedly covered up the strange light in her eyes and comforted her.

"It doesn't matter, this computer is sometimes like this, and occasionally there will be a situation where it can't be saved. If you do this, after proofreading, you can store another copy in the USB flash drive. Double insurance, it will always be safer.

Don't be sad, just do it again.Just hurry up, there are other tasks you need to do. "

After Liang Shantong comforted her, she walked back to her office.Sitting on his leather chair, he saw that Zhang Mengyu had to go through the documents that had been sorted out.

Why do I have a faint feeling of joy in my mind?

Liang Shantong smiled wryly to himself, shook his head, then lowered his head and started working.

It's still the same at noon, Liang Shantong seems to have appointments at noon every day, and never eats in the office.

Therefore, next, Zhang Mengyu is still responsible for helping colleagues buy lunch.

Same thing, still no one asked about lunch money.

Today seems to be better than yesterday, at least the purchases are not so scattered.

Counting the money spent at noon, Zhang Mengyu still came to the convenience store yesterday, planning to eat a piece of bread at noon to settle the matter.

But when his gaze caught sight of the sanitation worker who was still sitting under the tree to enjoy the shade, holding the lunch box in his hand, choking on the steamed buns.

Zhang Mengyu bought more water and sent it to the sanitation workers, then turned and left silently.

The same time, the same event, and of course the same car passing by, the young man was still admiring the repeated scene from yesterday.

It's just the indifferent gaze, which seems to indicate that this matter has nothing to do with him.

Because the materials he proofread yesterday were inexplicably lost, Zhang Mengyu had to stay and work overtime at night to process these files.

Liang Shantong's words still echoed in his ears in the morning, and of course Zhang Mengyu would not affect his subsequent work arrangements because of his negligence at work.

As night fell, although the moonlight had already quietly arrived, because the company was located in the city center, the colorful neon lights were reflected on the glass windows, illuminating the house extremely brightly.

When the hour hand on the wall pointed to nine o'clock, Zhang Mengyu stretched himself.

After copying the data in the computer and saving it to a USB flash drive, he turned off the computer, turned off the lamp on the desk, and left the company.

Zhang Mengyu walked out of the office building and walked towards the bus stop.

On a moonlit night, dragging down a long shadow alone, it looks particularly lonely and lonely.

Suddenly, the phone rang with a pleasant ringtone, and Zhang Mengyu answered the phone with a smile.

"Shimeng, I just left the company, and I'll be back in a while. Don't worry."

If there is a trace of comfort to be found in this lonely night, it is the concern of friends, telling myself that I am not alone in this strange city.

At this time, a piercing sound of sudden braking came into his ears.

Originally, Zhang Mengyu didn't want to be nosy, but not far away, the old man who was hit by a car fell to the ground.

And from the tricycle on which the old man was riding, the green-skinned watermelon fell out and scattered all over the ground.

There was distress in the old man's filthy eyes, but he couldn't move his body.

Zhang Mengyu didn't stop at all, and walked towards the place where the incident happened, trying to help the old man pick up the watermelon there.

But before Zhang Mengyu approached, a man with a big arm and a round waist stepped out from the car.

With a bare upper body, tattoos with inexplicable patterns on his back, and a thick gold necklace around his neck, he looks like a nouveau riche.

She was wearing a pair of loose beach pants on her lower body and slippers on her feet, but they were terribly dirty.

The man came down, first lowered his body, and carefully inspected the front of his car. When he saw obvious scratches, he shook his body and walked in front of the old man, saying disrespectfully:
"Old man, how did you ride your bike? Look, you scratched my car. Tell me, how much do you pay for it?"

The old man fell to the ground tremblingly, his body trembling constantly, which showed how intense the pain was from his body.Sobbing speechless.

Taking a panoramic view of the situation in front of him, Zhang Mengyu dialed the emergency call for traffic police accidents, explained clearly the location of the accident, and hung up the phone conveniently.

Because a car accident happened in front, it caused a traffic jam for the cars behind.

A slightly drunk young man was sitting in a gray Maybach, smelling it carefully, there was a slight smell of alcohol in the car.

Feeling the car stop, he frowned impatiently, and gently massaged the center of his eyebrows with one hand.

"what happened?"

A cold voice came out, with a hint of reproach.

"Master, there was a car accident ahead, and we're betting on the car. Why don't we take a detour!" the driver asked cautiously.

"Hmm." Without too many words, he already agreed with the driver's words.

He raised his head inadvertently, and through the dim street lights, the young man saw a thin and familiar figure walking resolutely towards the scene of the incident.

The young man's frown deepened, and he said coldly: "Merge together, drive forward."

After receiving the order from the young man, the driver who was about to reverse turned on the turn signal, merged into the lane next to him, and moved forward slowly.

It's just a stopped position, just enough to see everything about the place where the incident happened.

"Old man, don't pretend to be dead. My car is the latest model of Mercedes-Benz. Do you think you can escape by pretending to be dead? No way. Just your broken tricycle is still driving on the motorway, aren't you courting death?"

Zhang Mengyu walked over, helped the old man's tricycle to a side, and then picked up the watermelons one by one and put them in the car.

The onlookers, seeing Zhang Mengyu's behavior, silently stepped aside, thinking it was the old man's family.

"Old man, I'm talking to you, how can I solve it, are you giving me a word? What's the matter with you lying here?"

The tall and thick man continued to speak with a grin, his exaggerated words spit flying all over the sky.

After lying down for a long time, the old man regained his composure and said weakly: "I have no money, this is the watermelon that was ordered today, and it hasn't been sold, why don't you take all this watermelon away!"

"Old man, are you deliberately against me, right? Why do I want your bunch of broken watermelons?
This is an imported car, so you can pay off the debt with a broken watermelon?What beautiful thing do you want?Get up quickly, or call your family to send money. "

When the fat man heard the old man say that he had no money, he immediately glared and cursed.

"I really have no money and no family. I'm the only one who sells some watermelons to make ends meet. If I don't sell them, I'll go hungry. I'll have nothing to eat these days if I give you these watermelons."

The old man said weakly, did he not eat?Or did it break somewhere just after the impact?
"No money? How dare you scratch my car if you don't have any money? You can't even afford to pay me your life. If you don't have any money today, I'll beat you to death to repay the debt!"

The fat man walked over, and while speaking, he was ready to move his hands.

"stop."

Zhang Mengyu stood up and stood in front of the old man, looking at the fat man fearlessly.

"Where did the yellow-haired girl come from, dare to meddle in my business? If it is the old man's family, I will lose money; if not, I will just stay."

As he said that, the man wanted to come up, trying to push Zhang Mengyu aside.

"Don't touch me, I'm telling you, I've already called the police.

Obviously you were the one who overtook and knocked the old man down, why do you still blame others?With so many people present watching, they will all be able to testify at that time.

Originally causing an accident is already counted as a crime, if you hit someone again, it will be added to the crime.You can think about it yourself. "

Zhang Mengyu still stubbornly stood in front of the old man, listing the man's crimes one by one, which meant clearly warning him not to act rashly.

During his spare time in college, Zhang Mengyu accompanied Tang Shimeng to take the driver's license test. Although he hadn't touched a car a few times after getting the driver's license, he still knew the traffic rules.

"Little girl, I'm so tired of watching you, so be sensible and hurry up, or don't blame me for being rude."

Seeing more and more people watching, all accusing him of bullying the elderly and children, the fat man finally became impatient.

But Zhang Mengyu is also a stubborn girl, watching the old man lying helplessly on the side of the road, surrounded by unscrupulous people who watch the excitement but don't care about their own business.If he walks away by himself, then no one is really willing to help him.

Seeing that Zhang Mengyu had no intention of leaving, the fat man took a step forward and raised his hand to hit the weaker Zhang Mengyu.

In the gray Maybach, the young man looked at the scene in front of him with great interest.

I slandered in my heart: Seeing her buying water for the sanitation workers at noon every day, and carrying so much lunch, I thought she was helpful.

Unexpectedly, she is still a meddling little girl who wants to help others without the power to restrain her?How naive!

Thinking about it, an unknown smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It turned out that the young man sitting in the gray Maybach was the man who saw Zhang Mengyu delivering water to sanitation workers every day at noon.

Probably because he glanced at the fat man's move to hit someone, the young man had the urge to stop it for the first time.

The big hand couldn't help locking the car door, just about to open it and walk down.

There was a siren wailing that resounded all over the world.

The young man stopped opening the door, and continued to sit in the car safely, observing the situation outside.

The sudden sound of the siren made the obese man dare not make any moves.

Watching the police car approaching from far to near, after the car came to a complete stop, it got off and several uniformed policemen came over.While showing his work card, he checked the situation at the scene.

When the policeman got out of the car, the fat man was relieved. It turned out that the smelly girl really called the police.A pair of hateful eyes shot at Zhang Mengyu.

And Zhang Mengyu looked at the scene calmly.

"Mengmeng, are you alright? What's the matter?" Tang Shimeng was at the school gate, and had not waited for Zhang Mengyu, so she took a car to look for her.

Seeing the crowd on the third floor and the third floor here, Tang Shimeng was terrified. Seeing that Zhang Mengyu was safe and sound, she felt relieved.

"It's okay. The old man was knocked down. I'll help him pick up things. It's okay. Let's go!"

Seeing the police rushing over, Zhang Mengyu and Tang Shimeng turned and left in peace.

Because of the arrival of the traffic police, the traffic at the scene began to flow smoothly under the command.

In the slow-moving Maybach, the young man kept staring at the figure until he couldn't see it.