Song Xiaoxiao turned her head to look at Song Zimo: "Brother, you hurry up and send Xiaoyu to the hospital, I don't know if the bones are broken." ”

Song Zimo stepped forward and hugged Chen Qingyu.

The man in the wheelchair suddenly spoke: "Zimo, give her to me." ”

Song Zimo handed Chen Qingyu over to him.

The two men nodded with a sense of understanding, and Duan Yichen picked up Chen Qingyu into the car and left.

Not far away, Luo Chengyu sat in the car, looking at this scene, his eyes became ruthless.

Duan Yichen, very good!

Song Xiaoxiao was angry, ran to the flower belt, picked up the water pipe, and shouted at Song Zimo: "Brother, come here." ”

Song Zimo walked over as he said.

Song Xiaoxiao said: "Brother, I'm going to spray them to death!"

Song Zimo nodded: "Okay!"

So, there was such a scene in the square: a wet girl was directing a tall and handsome man in a suit to sweep several girls lying on the ground with a hose.

The people in the square looked at this strange scene, and then looked at the girl's smiling and giggling appearance, just as they had met a mental illness, some took out the phone to call the police, and some people were so frightened that they fled the square quickly......

However, when the police arrived, there were no mentally ill people in the square, except for a large water stain? There were not a few girls who had been abused by mentally ill people!

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in the hospital.

Chen Qingyu and Song Xiaoxiao did a series of examinations, Song Xiaoxiao was safe and sound, Chen Qingyu had a slight injury to the muscle of his left shoulder, fortunately he did not hurt the bone, but in recent times, the movement of the left limb will be limited.

Song Xiaoxiao had already changed into a set of clean clothes, held Chen Qingyu with both hands, stared at her shoulder, and cried profusely.

"Xiaoyu, I'm sorry, I blame me for being too impulsive, I shouldn't mess with them. ”

Chen Qingyu smiled: "Okay, don't blame yourself. If you cry like this, people think I have terminal cancer. ”

Song Xiaoxiao immediately stopped her tears and burst into laughter. Her heart was very touched, this friend, she will cherish for the rest of her life.

"Xiaoyu, if only you were my sister-in-law!" she said depressedly.

As soon as the words fell, Song Zimojun's face on the side suddenly darkened, and his two eyes stared at his sister's little head, with surging emotions rolling in his eyes.

Chen Qingyu glanced at the man with a bad face in embarrassment, and coughed lightly: "That, Xiaoxiao, I am already someone else's fiancée." The wedding is scheduled for a month later. ”

Song Xiaoxiao frowned: "Do you really want to marry that kind of pervert?"

Chen Qingyu was silent.

Song Xiaoxiao turned her head to Song Zimo and said, "Brother, can you save Xiaoyu?"

Chen Qingyu said: "Xiaoxiao, thank you. ”

The Luo family invested hundreds of millions of dollars in the Chen family, and Luo Chengyu had something in her hand that threatened her, so she had no choice but to marry him.

When Song Zimo went outside to answer the phone, Song Xiaoxiao remembered what happened in the square, so she asked, "Xiaoyu, do you know Duan Yichen?" Looking at his expression, he seems to care about you very much. ”

Chen Qingyu was silent for a few seconds: "Xiaoxiao, do you remember that you asked me if I ever had a boyfriend? ”

"Huh?" Song Xiaoxiao opened her mouth wide, "Then why did you break up?"

"Because, something happened, and then, I abandoned him. ”

"No wonder he looks at you with love and hate, because of his leg problems, so you abandoned him?"

Chen Qingyu shook his head: "No, he used to be a very sound man. I don't know what happened four years ago that caused his stump leg. ”