"Mom, how are you? Hold on, I'll call an ambulance right away!

Seeing Feng Xuehua's angry appearance, Zimo was flustered, put Feng Xuehua on the ground, got up and walked to the hall to make a phone call, but just after taking two steps, the alarm bell outside rang.

The police have arrived!

Outside the corridor of the hospital, Zimo cooperated with the police to record a confession and returned to the ward.

On the hospital bed, Feng Xuehua's face was pale, with a circle of gauze wrapped around his head, and he was falling asleep lightly.

She walked to the bedside, watched the dark night slowly brighten, and suddenly felt that the gloom in her heart was much better, followed by fatigue.

Yesterday, because I drank too much, I was woken up by An Zhicheng after only two hours of sleep, and then experienced a series of things that were tense later, and now I am relaxed, I only feel that my head has been blowing, and my whole body seems to have been run over by a car, and it hurts.

Zimo turned around and walked to the accompanying hospital bed next to him and lay down, but he fell asleep in a second.

When she woke up again, Feng Xuehua was already awake, she was half-lying on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the head nurse in front of her who was checking her body temperature and blood pressure and other routine checks, while the little nurse next to her was helping her deal with the wound on her forehead.

Feng Xuehua didn't know when to turn around, looked at Zimo and smiled.

Zimo got up, rubbed his eyes, and then asked in a hoarse voice, "Mom, when did you wake up?" Why don't you call me?

"I just woke up, what do you want to do, I have doctors and nurses watching, what can happen. It's better for you to sleep a little longer, the bloodshot in your eyes looks like you haven't slept well. Feng Xuehua looked at her with distress and didn't have to think about it, Zimo must not have slept much last night in order to take care of her.

"It's okay, I won't be able to sleep anymore." Zimo moved his body, got up and asked, "What do you want to eat, I'll buy it."

Feng Xuehua was naturally reluctant to let her run around anymore, so she said lightly: "I don't have much appetite now, let's talk about it later."

Zimo was reluctant at this time, she frowned and said disapprovingly: "Then how can it be done, it is not early now, plus I drank wine last night, if I don't eat something, my stomach will definitely not be very comfortable."

"Then the porridge from the hospital, let's eat it together." Hearing her say drinking, Feng Xuehua suddenly thought that Zimo was also hungry, so he simply chose the nearest one.

When Zimo bought the porridge back, the two nurses had already taken care of the wounds and went out, Feng Xuehua leaned on the head of the bed, looking out the window in a daze, and the expression on his face was also sluggish.

After the two of them finished eating porridge quietly, Zimo was thinking about waiting for Feng Xuehua to fall asleep and going back by himself, but the police came.

A man and a woman stood by the bed, asking about the details of yesterday's episode.

Because Zimo arrived later, she didn't know what happened before, so the police could only wait for the person concerned to wake up before asking about the specific story.

Feng Xuehuayun calmly told yesterday's events, then paused, and suddenly asked, "I want to ask, will he be detained?" Or, to be able to forbid him to come near us...

As soon as these words came out, the two policemen glanced at each other, and then the female police officer hesitated for a second, put away the small book in her hand and asked suspiciously: "Do you want to sue Mr. An and then apply for a police protection order?"

At this time, even Zimo couldn't help but look sideways, and asked with a hint of uncertainty: "Mom, do you want to sue Dad?"

Feng Xuehua didn't answer immediately, just looked down at the bruises on his hands and the scratches on his arms, took a deep breath, and then looked up and said to the two people: "Trouble the two of you, I'll let my lawyer talk to you about specific matters later."

Hearing Feng Xuehua's words, the two policemen were stunned for a moment, they had also heard of a series of things that happened in An's family recently, but the most rumored ones were to blame Feng Xuehua for making a fuss, saying that Mr. An just made a mistake that a man would make, and it was all decades ago, and he shouldn't care about it.

However, everything they saw today let them know that the real reason for this divorce incident that has spread all over the city is simply shocking, the always gentle President An's actually abused his wife...

"In that case, then we won't bother, you have a good rest, and we will come back to you if necessary. Since Feng Xuehua said this, the two policemen didn't bother much, and left after saying a few words. Only Feng Xuehua and An Zimo were left in the ward.

Zimo leaned against the wall, looking at his toes and not knowing what he was thinking.

"Zimo, I don't want to live like this anymore, you never know when his fist will come in the next second." Feng Xuehua looked at her daughter and explained in a dumb voice.

Hearing this, Zimo's figure froze, and he looked up at Feng Xuehua with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"I know.

She knew Feng Xuehua's physical pain in her heart, and she hated her father, but she still felt uncomfortable when she heard that they were going to court.

But soon, Zimo cleaned up his mood, slowly walked to Feng Xuehua's side, and said with a forced smile: "I support any decision you make."

In the afternoon of the next day, An Zhicheng was "invited" to the police station.

In the face of the police's torture and questioning, he looked at them without changing his face, did not speak, and waited for his lawyer: come.

The police are at a loss, although An Zhicheng has been defeated, but he has been fighting in the mall for so many years, and he still has a lot of connections, so it is not easy to offend.

It didn't take long for the lawyer to come, and with him came Meng Wanwan Liang Duoqing.

Looking at the man who was handcuffed and his hair was gradually graying, Meng Wanwan couldn't help but redden, and Liang Duoqing took Meng Wanwan in his arms for a while to comfort him.

But because she was not qualified to enter the interrogation room and could only watch from the observation room, An Zhicheng didn't know, just hung his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

The lawyer arrived, but within half an hour, An Zhicheng left with Meng Wanwan and a few others.

When these words reached Feng Xuehua's ears, she was still slightly stunned, but she didn't expect that he still had two brushes, and he was even compared to the hall director....

And Zimo sat on the soft chair next to the edge of the bed peeling apples, and when he heard it, the original long apple peel broke all of a sudden.

"Be careful.

Seeing this, the man who was originally looking at the tablet on the sofa frowned and reminded carefully.

Zimo glanced at him and whispered back, "Got it."

The man on the sofa is Lianglingcheng, he couldn't contact Zimo on the second day after returning to S City, and he drove back to Xicheng while worrying, but he happened to meet Zimo who went back to the villa to change clothes, and then he learned about it and came to the hospital with Zimo.