Chapter 489: Mr. Liu, when are we going to save Wang Mengmeng

He was about to reach the place where his daughter had a car accident - the cross-river bridge.

Tao Yinhong, a middle-aged woman sitting near the back door on the right side of the bus, bent over.

He gently touched the pressure cooker in the bag at his feet with his right hand, and silently muttered in his heart:

"Mengmeng, my poor daughter, mother will be with you soon."

Tao Yin's eyes were filled with tears, but she kept holding them back.

She had been waiting for this moment for five years.

During the five years since her daughter's death, she had been supported by one thought.

That is to give justice to his daughter.

Tao Yinhong believed that her daughter was a well-behaved and sensible child and would not be so reckless, so she asked the driver to open the door and get out of the car for no apparent reason.

At that time, I was on the No. 45 bus. I must have encountered trouble, so I asked the driver to open the door. As a result, I got off the bus and was involved in a car accident.

But Tao Yinhong is just an ordinary person.

She has no money, no power, no connections, and her husband is also an honest man, so there is nothing she can do.

At that time, the police determined that the tragedy happened because Mengmeng insisted on getting out of the car.

The bus terminal manager also wanted to use money to settle the matter.

No one can help her.

Even if they later heard on the bus that there were gangsters who often molested girls, they did nothing and treated her like a lunatic.

There was only one way she could think of, and that was to make the matter bigger so that it would attract attention.

Even if it costs his own life!

Soon.

Tao Yinhong has already seen the cross-river bridge, the place where his daughter Mengmeng's life was taken away.

"Mengmeng..."

Touched by the scene, Tao Yinhong whispered her daughter's name with trembling lips.

Wang Xingde, the driver of No. 45 bus, is not like this at this time..

Wang Mengmeng is his daughter, his sweetheart.

He would never forget the car accident that happened on the bridge across the river.

Wang Xingde held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his face was cold, he stepped on the accelerator with his right foot, and the bus drove quickly towards the cross-river bridge.

"Master driver, don't drive so fast. I'm a little panicked."

The old woman whose bag was full of medicine held the position in front of her and shouted in panic.

Brother No. 1, who had been driving the live broadcast, was standing near the driver. He held the handrail and reminded the bus driver: "Brother driver, there are elderly people on the bus. Don't scare them."

The bus driver Wang Xingde did not listen to what the old woman and the live broadcaster said. He still acted according to his own ideas. The energy in his feet did not decrease but increased, and the bus drove quickly towards the bridge.

Li Shiqing felt that the bus driver Wang Xingde looked solemn and something was wrong, so he expressed concern:

"Uncle driver, what's wrong with you?"

soon.

"Thump...thump thump...glare...thump thump..."

A cell phone ringtone rang at 1:45 in the afternoon. It was the classic ringtone called Canon that started as the prelude to the most classic explosion.

The bus stopped at the place where Wang Mengmeng had an accident.

"Mengmeng, daddy is here..."

"Mengmeng, mom is here to accompany you..."

Bus driver Wang Xingde and middle-aged woman "Guo Aunt" Tao Yinhong closed their eyes and shouted in their hearts.

There was no expression of fear before death on their faces, but only infinite relief and relief.

"Brother driver, why did you park your car in the middle of the cross-river bridge? What a danger it would be if the car behind you didn't pay attention and hit you!"

The first person in the live broadcast pointed the camera in the direction of bus driver Wang Xingde and shouted.

The passengers in the car looked at Wang Xingde in confusion.

The words of the live broadcaster brought Wang Xingde and Tao Yinhong back to reality.

Wang Xingde frowned and looked back at Tao Yinhong, who was near the back door of the car.

Tao Yinhong shook his head slightly, saying that he didn't know what was going on.

She remembered that she had timed the bomb for 1:45 pm, and the bomb bell rang. Logically, the bomb should have exploded. What happened?

Seeing that Wang Xingde was not driving but was looking back, the old woman urged: "Master driver, what are you looking at? Why did you stop? I have to rush home to take care of my grandson, so I can't delay any longer."

"Yes, brother driver, I want to deliver watermelons to my son." A middle-aged uncle held a bag tightly in his hand. The bag contained a sack of watermelons, which he had grown himself. Purely natural and pollution-free.

A fat young man wearing headphones who was sitting on the right side of the bus driver in front reached out and took off one of the headphones, staring at Wang Xingde without saying a word.

"Uncle driver, what happened?"

Li Shiqing didn't understand the situation. She knew Wang Xingde was a good man. She remembered that the last time she met a thief on this bus and stole her things, Wang Xingde helped to get her things back.

Wang Xingde swallowed and said calmly: "It's okay."

Then, he turned his head and started driving again.

Bus No. 45 embarked on a normal journey again.

Liu Lang sat quietly and watched everything.

"Mr. Liu, you are so awesome."

Yuan Jin'er said softly to Liu Lang.

Of course she knew that Liu Lang did all this.

"Shh..." Liu Lang raised his index finger to his mouth.

Yuan Jin'er put her head close to Liu Lang and whispered in his ear:

"Mr. Liu, when are we going to rescue Wang Mengmeng?"