Seeing that An Yiran didn't move, he began to get angry again, and kept slamming the door with a wooden stick, but at this time he was even more crazy, as if he was going to smash the door through.

As the prompt sound disappeared, An Yiran finally dialed the police number, tried to calm down the trembling voice, and said in a panic: "Hey, the police? I want to call the police, now my life is in danger, I am here...... Somebody took a stick and attacked me, well, right. ”

Fang Jingting heard the conversation inside, and his hand slamming the door suddenly stopped.

After An Yiran hung up the phone, she pricked up her ears and listened carefully to the sound outside the door.

There was no sound outside the door, as if the thunderous slamming and roaring sound just now was just a dream An Yiran, but the pain in her head reminded her that all this was real.

After a while, the footsteps outside the door faded away.

It seemed that Fang Jingting had left, and when the footsteps disappeared completely, An Yiran breathed a sigh of relief, but she still didn't dare to go out rashly.

She touched the sore spot on her forehead, and felt a warmth, and she looked at her hand, which was already covered with scarlet blood.

An Yiran rushed to the mirror quickly, only to see that there was a wound on the left side of her forehead, and part of the blood had coagulated.

This Fang Jingting is really ruthless!

She sighed and sat down on the floor weakly, when there was another knock at the door.

She looked warily in the direction of the door and picked up the toilet brush on the side.

"An Yiran, are you inside?" Qi Zeye's voice appeared outside the door, and he knocked on the door, and there was a bit of anxiety in his deep voice.

An Yiran heard his voice, so she relaxed her vigilance, put down the toilet brush, opened the door of the bathroom, and before she took two steps, her legs and feet were weak, and she fell into Qi Zeye's arms.

"Good thing you're here. An Yiran finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart was filled with peace of mind for no reason.

Looking at the wound on her forehead, his brows furrowed, his eyes were full of distress, and he said softly to the person in his arms: "How is it, does it still hurt?"

An Yiran nodded, her face a little tired, "It's Fang Jingting, he came here just now." ”

When Qi Zeye heard his name, his brows furrowed even deeper, the gentle worry in his eyes had disappeared, and there was more anger, and his deep eyes were cold, making people feel as if they were in an ice cave.

"I'll give you a brief bandage. After speaking, he picked up An Yiran horizontally and walked towards the bedroom.

This time, the night was already dark, and An Yiran was lying on the bed at this time, and the wound on her head had been bandaged.

A call came into An Yiran's mobile phone, he glanced at her who was sleeping, looked at the phone number again, then picked up the phone and walked out the door.

"Hey?" Qi Zeye lowered his voice, for fear of waking An Yiran.

"The suspect has been found by us, please come and record a statement. "It's a police call.

After Qi Zeye agreed, he hung up the phone, but An Yiran was woken up, she looked at him and cast a questioning look.

"Fang Jingting has been summoned, I'll just go over myself. With that, he put his coat over his body and walked out the door

In the police station, Qi Zeye sat aside, and there was a policeman sitting with Qi Zeye, Fang Jingting sat opposite, the light hit his face, and his arrogant expression was seen at a glance.

"Fang Jingting, do you know why we summoned you here?" the policeman asked in an interrogative tone.

Fang Jingting tilted his head, his face full of indifference, "I know." ”

"If you know, that Fang Jingting, why are you beating Miss An?" the policeman wrote something on the paper, looked up with a serious expression, and continued to ask.

Fang Jingting sneered when he heard this, looking at Qi Zeye not far away, the disdain on his face became more obvious, and there was a little more pity.

"An Yiran, she cheated, shouldn't she be taught a lesson? Qi Zeye, if it were you, wouldn't you be like this?"

Before Qi Zeye could speak, Fang Jingting continued as if to take credit: "Speaking of which, Mr. Qi, I found out that she lived with a wild man, and I found out! But he's not here, so I'll have to teach that shameless woman a lesson first. ”

"So you hit her with a stick?"

Thinking of the wound on An Yiran's head, Qi Zeye gritted his teeth, his fists made all the sounds, and there was a little more anger and threat in his eyes.

Fang Jingting hadn't heard Qi Zeye's anger yet, he was a little puzzled, and said with a little bit of invitation: "You still care about her so much? She and that wild man have made you green together! You were so good to her at the time, and now you are still in such an end, this woman should be beaten!"

It sounded like Fang Jingting was concerned about currying favor with Qi Zeye, but there was nothing but ridicule in his eyes.

Qi Zeye's eyes became more and more cold, as if he was coming, and he wanted to cut the man in front of him with a thousand knives, but suddenly he slapped his palm on the table, and his deep voice spread throughout the entire interrogation room.

"The wild man you keep talking about is me. ”

When Fang Jingting heard this, his face changed greatly.

thought that he could use this to please him, but now he is helping Butterfly break out of the cocoon, so forget it, he beat An Yi and then mentioned it so arrogantly in front of Qi Zeye.

Fang Jingting no longer had the arrogance he had before, his domineering look, and his whole person became servile, and he looked at Qi Zeye with a begging gaze for mercy in embarrassment.

How could this be? That man wasn't Qi Zeye?

"Mr. Qi...... I really don't blame me. He stammered.

Qi Zeye's thin lips opened lightly, and he said slowly: "I don't blame you?

"I hit it...... However, I just want to be angry with Mr. Qi!" Fang Jingting's eyes dodged, and he said weakly: "Mr. Qi, you have a lot of adults, please spare me this time......! That person is you, and I won't hit her. ”

How arrogant he was just now, how humble he is now.

"Even if An Yiran forgives you. Qi Zeye's eyes deepened again, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a sneer, "Then I won't spare you." ”

He picked up his mobile phone and made a call, "Cut off all of Fang Jingting's film and television resources." ”

After speaking, Qi Zeye turned around and left, leaving Fang Jingting regretful, sitting on the chair sluggishly, with words in his mouth, "It's over, it's all over......

When Qi Zeye returned home, it was already late at night.

He looked at An Yiran, who was sleeping, covered her with a quilt, and gently stretched out his slender and powerful hands to An Yiran's forehead, for fear of hurting her.

Just as he was about to touch it, she suddenly frowned in her sleep, and he quickly withdrew his hand, stroked her soft hair instead, and sighed slightly.