Picking Up a Gorgeous CEO for a Wife-Chapter 50 - 00 Flower Thousand Words

50: Chapter 0050: Flower Thousand Words?

50 -0050: Flower Thousand Words?

Pff…

Just now, the ground where Qin Yu and Su Ziyan had been standing burst forth with sparks, and a hidden weapon bounced up.

It was only at this moment that Su Ziyan understood what was happening!

They were being pursued!

How could she still have time to be angry?

Qin Yu, with great agility, climbed over from the driver’s seat to the cockpit and then helped Su Ziyan up, quickly saying, “Keep your head down, fasten your seatbelt.”

Qin Yu saw that a Toyota van was less than fifty meters away from them!

Clang clang clang, crash!

The rear window glass and the trunk of Kaman’s car were shattered!

Without needing Qin Yu’s reminder, Su Ziyan quickly fastened her seatbelt and ducked her head down low.

Only at this moment did Su Ziyan realize that Qin Yu had been wounded in the process of saving her, and she was filled with self-reproach – it was all her fault that Qin Yu had sustained such a serious injury!

Boom boom!

Kaman started and shot forward like a flying arrow.

The roads of West City were uneven and riddled with potholes, and Kaman’s car was moving fast, causing the vehicle to shake incessantly.

With every shake, the wound on Qin Yu’s shoulder worsened.

Qin Yu completely relied on his strong will to persevere; otherwise, he would have passed out from the pain long ago.

Kaman maneuvered skillfully through the small alleys of West City’s old district, which consisted of many old and decrepit buildings.

After passing a cluster of these, Qin Yu saw a large expanse of antiquated courtyards.

After rescuing the old geezer, Qin Yu had rented a courtyard house for him because it was cheap – only three hundred yuan a month.

From afar, as soon as he saw one of the courtyard houses, Qin Yu felt as if he had seen a relative and sped towards it like a dart.

Although it was already half-past nine, approaching ten, there were still a few old men playing chess under the big jujube tree not far from the entrance of the courtyard house.

Most of the old men were dressed normally, but one of them was wearing bizarre attire.

On a scorching hot day, he wore a cotton-padded jacket, seemingly unbothered by the heat.

The man in the cotton jacket looked thin and had a wine gourd hanging from his waist, was bald, sported a goatee, and wore a pair of small sunglasses,

resembling the Turtle Hermit from the comics.

No, he was even weirder than the Turtle Hermit.

From a distance, as soon as Qin Yu saw this old man, his heart relaxed slightly, but he could no longer control the overwhelming drowsiness that surged up, and he passed out, his eyes closing shut.

Fortunately, before fainting, Qin Yu forcefully stepped on the brakes, and Kaman decelerated rapidly, coming to a stop in front of the strange old man.

This strange old man was the cheap master, the old geezer, whom Qin Yu had picked up.

Qin Yu didn’t know the name of his cheap master; he had asked several times without getting a clear answer, so in a fit of pique, he always referred to him as the old geezer.

Despite the darkness, the old geezer saw Qin Yu and Su Ziyan in the car with one glance.

He turned his head to his old buddies and said, “It’s getting late; let’s call it a day.”

The old men playing chess knew that the old geezer was a bit eccentric, so they quickly picked up their stools and went home.

Just as the old men dispersed, a Toyota van drove up from the distance.

The old geezer squinted his eyes; no wonder his obedient disciple had been pushed to such a state – so it was him who had come!

The old geezer opened the door of the cockpit, wanting to help Qin Yu out.

But Su Ziyan, not recognizing the old geezer, shouted sternly, “Who are you?

Don’t you dare touch my husband!”

Husband?

The old geezer looked at Su Ziyan with some bewilderment and then his eyes suddenly bulged out, as if he had seen a ghost.

He took off his sunglasses in one fell swoop, pointed at Su Ziyan with a trembling voice and said, “You…

you’re Hua Qianyu?”