Could it be that the person who saved An An is my sister?

Is that sister not dead, is she still alive?

Song Xingchen faintly had a little expectation in his heart, and looked around vigilantly, but found nothing.

"What's wrong?" Leng Haochen walked over and looked at her with some curiosity.

Song Xingchen hurriedly shook his head: "It's nothing." ”

I don't know when the warning will come, and the number of kidnappers is being counted, and many of them have been arrested.

Song Xingchen was abused by Qiao Mingzhu for nearly two hours, and her back was cut deep by a dagger, and her bones were very serious, Leng Haochen ignored her strong request and sent her to the ambulance.

Leng Yi'an had to stay with Song Xingchen, so he got into the ambulance together.

Leng Haochen, on the other hand, relied on a doctor to bandage himself and continued to interrogate the kidnappers with the police.

Leng Haochen's expression was grim, and he stared at the kidnapper leader with a powerful aura and asked, "You really don't know what that person looks like?" ”

The kidnappers looked at each other, their expressions bitter and aggrieved.

"It's the king of heaven Lao Tzu who is here, and we don't know what she looks like, that person wraps herself tightly." Who would have thought that such a large group of big men would be planted on a person who has not even exposed their faces, and I am afraid that they will not have any business after this news is released.

However, now they are estimated to never come out.

It's a hard business.

Song Dongyang was sent to an ambulance for first aid, and Leng Haochen looked at the kidnappers who were escorted into the police car one by one, and then felt unbearable pain in his arm.

Leng Haochen raised his intact arm and beckoned to the assistant who was cleaning up the aftermath in the distance: "Qin Ran, come here." ”

Qin Ran immediately walked over.

Leng Haochen said something in his ear: "I want her to never be able to come out for the rest of her life." ”

"I understand, President, you can rest assured." Qin Ran suddenly showed a relieved expression, and went down to send someone to do it.

……

Three days later, the hospital.

The injuries behind him have been treated with stitches, and the various contusions on his body that were ravaged by Qiao Mingzhu have also been treated.

Song Xingchen was lying on the hospital bed, looking at Leng Yi'an, who was sticking to himself on the side and had to give him a storybook, and his heart softened.

"Mom, does your back still hurt? If it hurts, I'll give you a shir. Leng Yi'an's face with baby fat was full of worry, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were wrinkled, and he cared about Song Xingchen with great concern.

Song Xingchen pinched Leng Yi'an's little face with a smile: "Mom is fine." ”

Thinking of the events of that day, she still had palpitations, she almost died in Huangquan, and Leng Yi'an almost died at the hands of the kidnappers.

At this time, Leng Haochen came back from the toilet, looked at Leng Yi'an, who was sticking to Song Xingchen on the grounds of telling stories, and reluctantly spoke: "An An, you play with Uncle Qin Ran for a while, don't disturb your mother's rest." ”

As soon as he heard this, Leng Yi'an's little face turned cold, and he returned to his previous cold and arrogant appearance: "I'm taking care of my mother." ”

Leng Haochen saw him talking back, narrowed his eyes, and threatened in a cold voice: "You will go to kindergarten tomorrow." ”

This little cub didn't go to kindergarten for three days on the grounds that he was frightened and took care of Song Xingchen.

"Hmph, I'm not playing with you anymore." When Leng Yi'an heard that he was going to school, his calves were upside down quickly, and he ran out of the ward to find Qin Ran.

Qin Ran paid the fee, and just wanted to inform Leng Haochen that he was going back to the company, but he didn't expect that as soon as he walked to the door of the room, he was entangled by Leng Yi'an, he was so busy that he had to take care of the company and take care of the children, and his hair was a few gray.

Leng Haochen finally drove away Leng Yi'an's eye-catching stinky boy, and naturally came to Song Xingchen's bedside, and lay down confidently: "Lie down with me for a while." ”

"What are you doing?" Song Xingchen was a little shy, and kicked his calf angrily: "Isn't there a hospital bed next to it?" Do you have to squeeze me? ”

He couldn't live in a luxurious VIP room, so he had to put a bed in her ward with her.

Looking at the man who pretended to be dead and slept with his eyes closed, he felt helpless.

Okay now, just take up half of her bed.

Thinking of Song Dongyang and Qiao Mingzhu, Song Xingchen opened his mouth and asked, "What is the situation of the father and daughter now?" ”

The man's closed peach blossom eyes opened, and his thin lips opened slightly: "The old one woke up two days ago, and in another week, he can be discharged from the hospital and go directly to prison." ”

A week?

Song Xingchen was a little puzzled: "A week? He was covered in blood that day, didn't he have one breath left after being beaten? ”

She thought she would have to go to the ICU, right?

"The hospital gave a certificate that most of them were skin trauma, and there were no injuries to important locations." Leng Haochen explained.

Song Xingchen stopped speaking and fell silent.

Leng Haochen saw that her expression was not quite right, and knew that she was starting to think about what happened that day again.

He touched Song Xingchen's head soothingly with his good-looking hand that was not injured and had clear bones: "The matter has passed, and I am here to accompany you." ”

Song Xingchen closed his eyes, and the fear of that day in his heart gradually faded as the man's deep and hoarse voice soothed.

"Where's Qiao Mingzhu?" She didn't open her eyes and asked in a muffled voice.

As soon as Leng Haochen heard the woman's name, his memory went back to two days ago.

He asked Qin Ran to take her to a mental hospital, and the woman was clamoring to see him all day long, saying that she had something important to tell him, and when he arrived, the woman began to sell miserably again.

"I really know it's wrong, I'd rather go to jail than stay here." Qiao Mingzhu was wearing the special clothes provided by the mental hospital, knelt on the ground and kept admitting his mistakes: "I apologize to you for the little young master's matter, but people can't be resurrected after death..."

When Leng Haochen heard this, he said in a cold voice: "An An is now intact in the hospital with Song Xingchen, I advise you to stay here honestly, you will spend the rest of your life here, it is best to be kind to the doctors and nurses." ”

After speaking, without looking at her, Leng Haochen walked away directly.

"It can't be, he can't be alive." Qiao Mingzhu's face was full of shock, his eyes widened, and he sat on the ground weakly, his fingers clasping the ground hard, and his knuckles had turned white.

Leng Yi'an is still alive? How is this possible?

At this moment, the doctor came in with medicine in his hand, and he was followed by two nurses.

As soon as she saw the doctor, she was so frightened that she crawled to the corner of the wall, muttering that she would not take medicine.

The doctor had a decent smile on his face, and his mouth soothed her, but the nurse stepped forward to hold her down, and the screams of a miserable woman rang out in the ward.

Song Xingchen listened to Leng Haochen talk about Qiao Mingzhu's experience, and he didn't sympathize with her at all, but felt extremely happy.

Then, as if she thought of something, she opened her eyes and said a little unnaturally: "That day, she asked you to kneel, why did you really kneel?" Isn't it stupid? ”

Leng Haochen heard her say this, and flicked her forehead lightly: "You have no conscience, if it weren't for someone, do you think I would kneel down for that woman?" ”