The summer in Sizhou is getting hotter and hotter, and the temperature has soared to more than 30 degrees Celsius just in June.

Liang Zhen spent most of the day at the Housing Authority, completing the transfer procedures for the customer, and it was not finished until 3 o'clock.

At that time, I hadn't eaten lunch yet, and I was already so hungry that my chest was pressed against my back, and I was going to go to get a bowl of noodles to fill my stomach first, but as soon as I walked out of the administrative hall, the mobile phone rang in my pocket.

Unfamiliar number, Liang Zhen thought it was a guest who wanted to buy a house, so he quickly picked it up.

"Hey, hello!"

"Is it Ding Lijun's wife?"

Liang Zhen was stunned: "No." ”

"Isn't it? Then how does he say you're his wife?"

At that time, there was still a big sun on his head, and Liang Zhen was too lazy to talk nonsense, and asked directly: "Who are you?"

"I'm the traffic police in Xicheng District, your husband and child had a car accident, and now they are in the hospital, hurry up. ”

Liang Zhen couldn't care about eating, so he hung up the phone and rushed to the hospital.

In the emergency building of the first hospital of the city, the door of the rescue room was open, and Liang Zhen almost rushed in, and at a glance he saw Ding Lijun lying on one leg.

"Where's Doudou?"

Ding Lijun had a broken calf, and he hadn't eased up at this time, so he looked around hard, and really didn't see Liang Zhen's baby son.

"I'm still there, have I been taken to treat my wounds? ”

Liang Zhen was angry and anxious, but this was not the time to get angry at him.

"Doudou is badly injured?"

"No, it's just a little skin trauma, I pushed him aside first when the car rushed over!"

In fact, on the way here, Liang Zhen had already learned the general situation from the traffic police phone, Ding Lijun took the child to cross the road, and the red light was already on on the opposite side, but he still pulled the child forward regardless of it, and was hit by a car coming from the side.

It is supposed that the responsibility is on their side, but if the motor vehicle hits the pedestrian, it must be the driver who will pay compensation in the end.

"Do you know what kind of car hit us? Lamborghini, a luxury car, is driving a young man, and at first glance it is a rich second generation, so remember to knock a sum when you talk to him about compensation in a while!"

Ding Lijun was lying pointing fingers, and Liang Zhen concluded that he should not have hit his brain, otherwise his thinking would not be so clear.

If you can't die, you can do it.

She was too lazy to talk to him more, and was about to go out to find Doudou, but as soon as she turned around, two people, one big and one small, came in at the door.

"Mom!" the villain pounced first and hit Liang Zhen with a spirit, she squatted down to catch the child, and looked up and down.

Fortunately, only some abrasions on the forehead and arms, the wounds have also been cleaned up, and a layer of yellow potion has been applied on them.

"Does it hurt?"

The villain blew twice, "It doesn't hurt, Uncle Cool praised Doudou for his bravery when he rubbed the medicine." ”

"Uncle Cool?"

"Well, it's the cool uncle who drove a cool car and hit Doudou. The villain was like a tongue twister, and Liang Zhen was about to ask, but a pair of shoes came in his sight.

Men's sneakers, off-white.

Liang Zhen was still half-squatting on the ground, moving up along his sneakers, black sweatpants wrapped around a pair of straight and long legs, a white hoodie, sunglasses hanging from the chest collar, and then a neck, a raised Adam's apple, a well-defined jawline and a pair of good-looking eyes.

"Just him, just hit me and Doudou with this little open, hey boy, my daughter-in-law is here, she will talk to you about compensation!" Ding Lijun lay down and shouted.

The man walked in with his trouser pockets in his trouser pockets, from far and near, his back against the light in the hallway.

Liang Zhen was dizzy for a moment, and when he saw the other party's face clearly, his chest seemed to be slammed open by something.

The wind poured in from the other side of the corridor, and there was a sense of despair and powerlessness......