Reborn Hot Wife

Mary Kinson crossed two traffic lights in the blink of an eye, and her auburn pupils stared at them for a moment as she slowly caught up with the commercial vehicles.

“Stelly, help me get a fix on the position. Is it the utility vehicle that’s ahead of me?”

“Well, you are about to catch up to it.”

“Good.” Mary Kinson ‘s eyes narrowed slightly, and her speed continued to increase.

The reason she wants to follow is to keep an eye on Meny in case the road conditions change.

At the same time, news of the tragic death of a gifted teenager in a previous life flashed in my mind. They say the death was miserable, and the head was different.

A black Bentley is particularly conspicuous on the main street of Vandella.

Because its number plate reads WILLIAM Black label, all vehicles will swerve when they see it.

In the back seatsat, William Black played his watch, and his narrow phoenix eyes were full of clear light, staring at the picture in his apartment plate.

The co-pilot sat directing Music Night. He noticed the car behind him and frowned. “Master Seven, someone is following our car.”

William Black gently tapped the dial, slowly raised his eyes and looked very deeply, “Do not get too close. Let her follow.”

“Master Seven, why should she follow us? What if there is danger to Meny?”

The words fall, he feels constricted in the workshop, the air becomes extremely thin, his breath involuntarily goes up quickly.

He lifts his eyes and looks at her, then looks into the phoenix eyes with the hard color on William Black.

His heart twitched, and he hesitated, saying, “Seven Masters must have their reasons for doing this. I am talkative.”

Meanwhile, outside the window.

Mary Kinson followed the utility vehicle closely, lights flashing in her eyes. She was always paying attention to the road conditions.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Stelly’s accurate data report came from the headphones, “It will take about half an hour after you leave the trunk and you can reach the Music Night venue. Currently, there is no difference at any intersections.”

“Hmm.”

Mary Kinson listened carefully to Stelly’s words but wondered.

It’s clear that Meny had an accident on the way to the music night in her previous life, but now everything is going well.

It’s not normal for everything to go smoothly! Something’s not right!

Her heart clenched.

Gritting her teeth, she slammed the throttle with her right hand, causing the car’s rear to make a quick air noise and speed up.

Soon, F4CC reached the position of commercial vehicles side by side. She observed the road conditions and looked inside the car.

Fortunately, the window was not rolled up, and she could barely see inside. Aside from a few adults, there was not a single Meny to be seen.

Her heart pounded.

Could not she stop the tragedy of past lives?

If Meny’s fate can not be changed, then her fate will not be altered by being reborn!

Never!

Mary Kinson, the most incredible thing is life!

How can the information verified by Stelly be wrong?

Did the organizer especially ask Meny to change cars today?

What to prevent, she does not need to think about that, and it scares her a little.

Mary Kinson stepped on the gas and immediately ordered, “Stelly, look at the only way from the hotel to the music night venue, and which street is different. Even if there’s a strange place, you have to tell me!”

Stelly saw her movement on the surveillance screen and probably guessed the reason. “Sister Mary, did I make a mistake?”

Mary Kinson shook her head, “Nothing, see what street the situation is on and let me know quickly.”

The tragedy has not happened yet, and it’s still too late.

Stelly did not let her down. In less than a minute, she found a clue: “Sister Mary, I saw a car of the same model in the adjoining street, and the street corner was straight, and a large number of locomotives poured out in a moment.”

Mary Kinson breathed her brain blank for a moment, and countless points of light connected into a straight line.

In past lives, there were locomotive families at the scene of the accident!

Mary Kinson still increases the tempo. Even with his helmet on, the romantic sound is still like a cutting edge in his ear, “Report the exact location. I will go there immediately!”

Stelly stares spellbound at the screen and makes a rational analysis, “Now you drive forward, turn right at the next intersection, then drive in a straight line onto the road. You can catch up with them at the speed of F4CC.”

“Is there any way to find out if Meny is in this car?”

Time is running out. We can not make any more mistakes.

And the man in the black Bentley, phoenix eyes narrows slightly, like the dark eyes of the abyss sliding out the window.

The F4CC turns at the intersection.

Keep your eyes on the F4CC and the driver.

Is not the direction of that motorcycle precisely the route of Meny’s car?

The director wants to make a sound to remind him, but he sees William’s eyes, compelled by his prevailing atmosphere, and does not dare to make a sound.

If you make a mistake once, you cannot make it again.

Finally, William Black opened his lips, “Turn right at the crossroads to keep up with the locomotive.”

His eyes are mysterious, like dark, stagnant water that is rich and unsettling.

There are too many passing vehicles keeping their distance, and you can not even see who’s on the F4CC. You know the taillights are excellent and blinding.

We are looking down the road.

There is no whistle on the busy highway, just the sound of wheels and speed.

In the commercial vehicle on the middle road, the teenager sits in the back seat, holding a flat plate and staring at the screen with clear eyes.

The assistant sitting next to him handed him the score in his hand, “Meny, check out this song. The opening is for an ensemble with other musicians.”

The teenager did not raise his head for half a minute, and his eyes did not leave the screen, “I saw it when I first sent it.”