My Little Mom is the Richest

"Okay, I understand. I will arrange for people to come over and ask your people to let them in." After hanging up the phone, Wang Fuqu lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. It took a long time to spit it out. The car was filled with smoke and the expression on Wang Fuqu's face could not be seen clearly.

The truck stopped behind Wang Fuqu's car, and the driver got out and knocked on Wang Fuqu's car window. The car window slowly lowered, and the cold wind carried away the smoke inside. Wang Fuqu tightened her collar and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Boss, the person in the back hasn't eaten for a day. Would you like to go over and wake her up and give her something to eat?" Three cars were surrounding Wang Fuqu in the distance. They are Wang Fuqu's bodyguards and are now used to warn of the surrounding situation.

Wang Fuqu thought for a while, then a car passed them and stopped in front of the truck driver, saying to Wang Fuqu, "Boss, there are police behind you." Wang Fuqu nodded, and then the car turned around and drove back behind.

"You should give her a bottle of glucose first. There are still more eyes on the road. You can wake her up when you get to the place."

The truck driver nodded, then took out a bottle of glucose from under the seat and opened the back door of the truck. The driver, who was a bit stout, barely squeezed in. Mu Xue's face was white with frost. The seafood was filled with ice cubes.

Therefore, the temperature inside the car will be much lower than outside. If he only stayed for a while, nothing would happen, but Mu Xue had been lying there for nearly a day, so it was inevitable that his body temperature would be a little low, and his hands and feet would be cold.

The truck driver didn't care. The sleeping pills he gave Mu Xue should be overdue. He took out two sleeping pills from his pocket and put them into Mu Xue's mouth. He gently pushed the sleeping pill backwards and slid it into Mu Xue's throat.

After hanging the bottle of glucose on the carriage, the infusion needle was inserted into Mu Xue's vein. The driver left the carriage and covered Mu Xue with a small blanket that he used to rest before leaving.

He did this kind of thing for Wang Fuqu not once or twice. Every time Wang Fuqu needed him to transport someone to a certain place, he would ask him to help, but there were only a few cases where he needed to lead the team in person.

Most of the people under him led the way. He didn't know that there would be results after these people were transported to those places, but what did it matter to him.

So many people die every day in the world. These people are just unlucky. The truck driver often comforts himself in this way, but no matter what he thinks, he is often tortured in his heart.

He kept saying that even if he didn't do it, someone would do it. He had no children, no wife, no parents. Even if he was punished by God, he would only suffer it alone, which was much more appropriate than them.

But the deepest human nature in my heart is always asking myself, can this really help me live a stable life? The price Wang Fuqu gave him was money that he would never earn in a lifetime by delivering seafood. Every time he shipped something, he could make himself happy for a while.

The reward this time was even more terrifying, and he was willing to do it even if he had to risk being caught. After all, this may be the case for his generation. Apart from money, there is nothing that can make him more excited, and maybe women.

The truck driver got out of the car and closed the back door. When he turned around, he saw Wang Fuqu standing behind him. The startled driver said nervously, "Boss, is something wrong?"

Wang Fu said with a straight face, "It's okay, I'll go up and see how the girl is doing." ,,.