Forty minutes ago, Ye Mozhu set off and went straight to the hospital.

Today she wore a simple clover wide-necked T-shirt with a delicate collarbone exposed, a pair of denim shorts, long legs, and creamy skin.

Of course, the most important thing is that she tied a ponytail today, and she shook it when she walked, plus her innocent face, so she was the most beautiful cub even when she walked on the youthful campus.

Occasionally, when someone greeted her, Ye Mozhu would respond with a smile, looking in a good mood.

But she should actually be in a bad mood, because she has been accompanying Yuanyuan since last night, Yuanyuan's mood is very bad, and her good friend has naturally been bad.

I just don't know why, I'm in a good mood when I go out.

No, Ye Mozhu thought about it carefully, it seemed that when the 100,000 yuan transfer text message arrived, she began to feel good.

It's not because of the number 100,000.00, it may be because of the kind of trust that Zhang Xiaojian casually transferred to 100,000.

After figuring it out, Ye Mozhu's mood became better.

After almost thirty minutes of bumpy rides, she finally came to the entrance of the hospital, then found the inpatient department, and came to the door of room 403.

Pushing open the door, an indescribable smell of heavy potion came.

Ye Mozhu pinched his little nose and saw Li Mingzhi with a band-aid on his face.

Li Mingzhi was also looking at her, with a little surprise in his eyes, and he didn't understand why the first person to come to see him was Ye Mozhu.

Of course, Ye Mozhu didn't come to see him, and his originally good mood was extremely bad because of the moment he saw Li Mingzhi.

There are two beds in the ward, one is occupied by Li Mingzhi, and on the other is a middle-aged man lying on it, with a bandage on his head, he has more than this wound on his body, there is also a wound on his leg, and a little nurse is changing his dressing.

It seems that the middle-aged man had a good chat with Li Mingzhi before, so he quipped: "Yo, boy, your girlfriend is beautiful enough." ”

Li Mingzhi's expression became embarrassed, and because of this slightest touch, there were bursts of sharp pain from the injuries on his face and the bridge of his nose.

As soon as Ye Mozhu heard this, the fire in his heart was directly ignited, and he immediately said with a cold face: "This uncle, please don't talk nonsense, I'm not his girlfriend." ”

The middle-aged man was self-righteous, and the corners of his mouth with wounds were raised: "You young people, ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Mozhu's little face became even more cold.

The middle-aged man hurriedly stopped his mouth and looked elsewhere, pretending that everything had happened before, and it happened that the nurse who changed the dressing couldn't avoid touching the wound on his leg, and he grinned in pain with a 'yo' sound.

Li Mingzhi finally endured the pain, his nose was blue and his face was swollen and he looked like a pig's head, and he didn't know what kind of potion was applied on his face, almost covering all his appearance, this was still the effect of professional swelling, and even as soon as he opened his mouth, his voice changed a little: "That, what about Yuanyuan?"

It's okay not to listen to the word Yuanyuan, but when I heard these two words, the fire in Ye Mozhu's heart seemed to have been poured oil.

Her pretty face was a little flushed, thinking of Yuanyuan's heartbreaking crying last night, remembering that when Li Mingzhi's sister and rewarding the female anchor in front of her, Yuanyuan was still stupid and borrowing money from her relatives, Ye Mozhu, who has a good temper in the past 20 years, exploded.

"Do you still have the face to ask Yuanyuan?"

Ye Mozhu came to Li Mingzhi's bedside, and pulled out without thinking about a slap.

A crisp sound of "pop!" resounded through ward 403 and came out of the open hallway.

The middle-aged uncle lying on the hospital bed on the other side was stupid, and the little nurse who was busy changing the dressing finally turned her head, so she saw the second slap.

"Smack. ”

This is a backhand pump.

Ye Mozhu didn't speak, and it was another forehand.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

The faster you fan, the louder you fan.

The middle-aged uncle visibly found that Li Mingzhi's already swollen face was a little swollen.

The little nurse finally hugged Ye Mozhu at this time, she really reacted quickly, and other timid nurses probably didn't dare to stop her.

Fortunately, Ye Mozhu is a little girl after all, and her strength is not as good as Zhang Xiaojian's punch.

So in addition to the fact that Li Mingzhi's face was more red and swollen, he did not suffer more serious trauma, and his heart did not count...

Ye Mozhu, who was hugged, breathed two breaths of relief, and her somewhat undulating chest finally regained her calmness, and she was very sure: "I won't fight." ”

Ye Mozhu's momentum was too fierce before, and the little nurse, who had just been admitted to the hospital for a short time, asked weakly, "Really don't fight?"

"Well, I really don't fight. ”

The little nurse let go of her.

Ye Mozhu said: "Nurse, take me to pay the money." ”

The little nurse, who was still a little blind, stammered: "What money, what money?"

Ye Mozhu pointed at Li Mingzhi: "Pay his medical bills and hospitalization fees." ”

The little nurse didn't dare to say anything when she saw Li Mingzhi, so she had to say, "Okay." Hurriedly led the way.

When Ye Mozhu and the little nurse disappeared in front of the door, the middle-aged man looked at Li Mingzhi with some distress, thinking about the picture of the good-looking little girl slapping the front and back, and muttered: "This, this is too fierce." ”

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When he received Ye Mozhu's WeChat, Zhang Xiaojian didn't react for a while, and several questions arose in his mind.

Seeing Zhang Xiaojian's expression, Gao Qingsong, who was sitting on the side, asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Xiaojian blinked continuously, and said in disbelief: "Ye Mozhu seems to have beaten someone." ”

Gao Qingsong searched hard for the words 'Ye Mozhu' in his mind, and then remembered the beautiful girl who was in the police station yesterday.

The second aunt frowned and asked, "Who is Ye Mozhu?"

Gao Qingsong replied instead: "A beautiful girl." ”

The second aunt's eyes lit up: "How beautiful?"

Zhang Xiaojian was helpless: "Wait a minute, I'll ask what is going on first." ”

Then he quickly typed in WeChat and asked.

Zhang Xiaojian - You hit him?

Ye Mozhu - aggrieved expression, otherwise how could he say that he couldn't hold back.

Zhang Xiaojian - What did you do?

Ye Mozhu - Slap in the face.

Zhang Xiaojian - That's okay, a slap in the face cheapens him.

Ye Mozhu - I hit seven.

Zhang Xiaojian——......

Zhang Xiaojian - Is it ruthless?

Ye Mozhu - down.

Zhang Xiaojian - What's the matter?

Ye Mozhu - rounded his arm and pumped it anyway.

Zhang Xiaojian——....

Zhang Xiaojian - I didn't see it, you little girl can be a film.

Ye Mozhu - I looked at him and remembered that Yuanyuan hugged me and cried yesterday, and I lost my mind at once. Be careful with your expressions.

Zhang Xiaojian - It's okay, isn't it just seven slaps, let him stay for a few more days and then see, I will pay for the hospitalization.

Ye Mozhu - I have already discharged him from the hospital, and the medical expenses have also been settled.

Zhang Xiaojian - Then you beat him, he didn't lie to you. Laugh at emojis.

Ye Mozhu - Don't lie to him, I will pay for it myself.

Zhang Xiaojian - did you pay out of your pocket?

Ye Mozhu - I opened ten bottles of red potion before leaving, and told the nurse to let him go home and wipe them off by himself.

Zhang Xiaojian couldn't hold back his laughter for a long time after reading this sentence.

While laughing, he typed a line of words on his mobile phone, 'Ye Mozhu, are you a little too cute?', and finally thought about it, and silently deleted it and replaced it with another line of words: "Does the red potion reduce swelling?"