After Song Xing said Wen Baiyu's true purpose, Rong Zhen suddenly felt a thousand catties of heavy burden on his shoulders.

"With your father's halo blessed for a day, no one will dare to really touch you, but if you are described by the media as a rich boy who killed his classmates because of a racing car, how will the public perceive you? ”

At this moment, Rong Zhen felt like a kitten on his chest, grabbing himself warmly, he quietly stared at the girl in front of him, her transparency and foresight were far beyond her age.

Most importantly, she doesn't hide her thoughts from others.

He had only seen her twice, and she was helping herself each time.

Is it upright?

Is it kindness?

Still is......

Rong Zhen approached Song Xing step by step, his eyes shot like a spotlight, Song Xing's eyes widened, and he stepped back step by step.

The heart said hey, I hinted that you were going to hurt you when you heard Bai Yu, why didn't you scratch him, why did you chase me?

After dodging left and right, she pushed open a disposal room behind her in a panic: "Yes...... Anyone?"

Only silence responded to Song Xing, who was eager to let Rong Zhen divert his attention. Walking into the disposal room, Rong Zhen suddenly stretched out his hand, his fingers ran through Song Xing's cheek, and Song Xing's eyes shot out:

"What are you going to do? I'll call someone if you move again!"

Rong Zhen sighed: "You don't need to call someone, I can handle you alone." ”

Rong Zhen's hand was still reaching forward, Song Xing grabbed a pair of scissors in his hand and was about to make the next move, but saw Rong Zhen's hand reach behind her head and open the cabinet...

It turned out that I just wanted to get gauze and potion.

Song Xing let out a sigh of relief, not to say a word, this person is too withdrawn and weird!

Rong Zhen didn't dwell on the previous topic, he had time to explore her little secret, and the important thing at the moment should be to treat her wounds.

He kept staring at her wounds as she talked about them just now, and the blood seemed to freeze.

At this time, it won't hurt so much to help her deal with it!

"You should get a tetanus shot in this situation, I'll help you treat the wound briefly first, and get a few stitches. “

Song Xing's eyes widened:

"Tetanus needles?How many stitches?Simple stitches?Can you simply not stitches?"

Having experienced the pain before death in her previous life, her pain nerves are particularly sensitive, and she can't stand the pain of a little flesh and skin.

"No, your wound is open. ”

Song Xing stood up and wanted to run, Rong Zhen directly pressed her shoulder, Song Xing controlled Rong Zhen with his backhand, Rong Zhen bared his teeth and grinned: "Are you a woman?

Song Xing smiled, do you think Hercules' name was blown out?

Seeing that the hard one can't work, Rong Zhen can only ask softly:

"It's really serious, you can't go to class, I heard that Professor Xu's class, if you don't have one class, you will fail the course!"

Song Xing immediately sat down.

Rong Zhen is hehehehehe

took out the purple potion and began to disinfect her wound, Song Xing saw that there was no hope of escaping, so he could only hold on silently, and as soon as the potion was applied, he hissed and inhaled cool air.

Rong Zhen didn't understand it again, the first few times I saw her open her teeth and claws, a bottle of potion hurt her soul?

It's obviously very thin, but it's not small!

One second fierce, the next second!

It hurts for so long, I haven't found the wound, and now it's dead and alive!

What a split woman!

"It's good if it's numb to the pain. "Rong Zhen is not angry!

said so, the strength of his hands was very gentle, seeing that Song Xing's feet had been tight, and he blew twice when he applied alcohol, and the wound was not so painful when it was cold.

"I didn't think you'd be a nurse. ”

"When my dad was still there, he never went to the hospital when he was injured, and my mother dealt with it. I was watching from the sidelines..."

Song Xing's heart was sour.

The sadness in his voice was as thin as a needle, and Song Xing felt that the pain of the wound was nothing.

In my previous life, I heard my mother-in-law Rong Meijia say that Qiao Yuanshan only had Rong Zhen's baby son after the year of his establishment, and the relationship between father and son has always been very good, so Rong Zhen has never changed his name to Wen Shang's father when he entered the Wen family. After Qiao Yuanshan left, Rong Zhen became restrained and sensitive overnight, and every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, he took dumplings and wine to the ruins of the International Trade Building to accompany his father, and was drunk like mud every time and was carried home.

The room was very quiet, for a long time, Song Xing looked out the window:

"I ...... I haven't seen my dad for a long time. “

Rong Zhen's hand tightened, Song Xing cried out in pain, and the two glanced at each other fixedly.

Song Xing discovered for the first time that his eyes were very dark, as deep as the thick black smoke of the International Trade Building that year.

"Are you worried? If no one really gives a true confession to the police, you could go to jail. ”

"Don't worry, if you can't meet those people that my dad caught in, it's good to listen to them tell me about my dad's past!"

Song Xing smiled bitterly: "You said that your father was arrested, and you must not be beaten to death when you go in?"

Rong Zhen sneered: "You are welcome to watch the battle and see if the tiger father has a dog?"

Rong Zhen's mobile phone vibrated suddenly, and Chen yelled in the microphone: "Watch TV!"

The two of them didn't even knock on the door, they broke into a single room, the TV was on, and on the hospital bed, the mummy-like patient looked at the two people who broke in, and the news was playing on the TV.

"Ladies and gentlemen, where we are now is the South Campus Racing Circuit of the People's University of Arts, this morning part of the students of the Chang'an Association of the Youth Federation of our city, held a charity racing competition here to donate money for autistic children, according to the public, it was in this race that two students drove the car accident, please see the live video below. ”

It was Mu Nanfeng's voice, and Song Xing was a little excited!

Did he get the footage?

The footage switches to a slightly blurry video compared to the previous report, which should have been recorded with a pinhole camera during the playback. Although it is a little blurry, it is still possible to see the real scene when Wen Bai Yu and Rong Zhen collided.

The TV station specially flung the tail of Wen Baiyu's car on the front of Rong Zhen's car This moment is technically processed into slow motion playback, and after the video is cut to close-up frame by frame, the audience can clearly see that Wen Baiyu leaned over before the car collided, the car was accelerating, and the coffee-colored racing car driven by Rong Zhen was scraped when overtaking.

Everyone could see that when accelerating, Wen Bai Yu leaned forward fiercely, but they couldn't see Wen Bai Yu making any efforts to stop this accident. The last scene of the camera freezes until everyone lifts blood-covered glasses out of the stands.

"Now we want to know whether donations for autistic children must be carried out on campus with nearly a million worth of racing cars, where is the innocent student who was hit now, and what is the situation? Stay tuned for this report. ”

Attaboy!

Song Xing secretly admired Mu Nanfeng's sensitive news sense and talent. The rich second generation, supercars, aristocratic universities, civilian students were injured...... All the news points are gathered together, and once this news comes out, it is difficult not to make a sensation.

He didn't let himself down, now that Yida is protecting himself, he must not dare to shield Wen Baiyu!

Rong Zhen finished watching the show with his eyebrows twisted, walked out of the ward, and quickly dialed another number....

The mummy-like patient in the room looked at Song Xing blankly, pointed to Rong Zhen's back with great difficulty, and said:

"Hey...... The "rich second generation" on TV?

The scene was funny and made Song Xing helpless. That's the power of journalism!

The current turmoil should not stop in the short term. Wen Bai Yu will kill half of his blood if he doesn't die this time. She borrowed the south wind of the small wood and gave Wen Bai Yu a ride steadily.

Everything can be left to Rong Zhen.

At present, she has a more serious problem - where to find the 10,000 yuan tuition?