In front of the comrades at the police station, Qian Hong innocently said that he just missed her, and he was ready to talk to Lin Yiyi about his abdominal pain under the pretext of abdominal pain.

As soon as Lin Yiyi saw him, she misunderstood, thinking that he was going to be unfavorable to her, not only did she turn around and run away in fright, but when she caught up, she turned around and kicked him.

No, the place where she was injured now still hurts badly, and I don't know if I can be a man in the future.

In short, when possible, Qian Hong tried to pull himself to the innocent side.

The comrades at the police station are not stupid, of course, they can hear that this person is exonerating himself.

They left the people behind and sent the people of Linjia Village away.

Only then did he send someone to send Qian Hong, who was already seriously injured, to the health center and let someone treat his wound for him.

"Qian Zhiqing?"

As soon as he was delivered, a familiar voice was heard.

There was also a serious uncertainty in his tone.

Qian Hong, under the leadership of the two plainclothes, heard this voice, instinctively turned his head, and happened to see Lin Lan with a bandage on his body.

The latter was looking at him with a puzzled look.

Seeing this, Qian Hong was unspeakably unlucky.

But when others recognize him, he can't pretend not to know.

On his swollen pig's face, he struggled to show a smile that was more ugly than crying, and asked knowingly: "It's Lin Lan, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Hey, it's really you?"

Lin Lan heard Qian Hong's response and smiled in surprise, "What's wrong with you?" How did it hurt like this? ”

Qian Hong: "It's okay, I accidentally fell." ”

Can he tell her that he failed to flirt with Lin Yiyi, but was injured by her brother?

Of course not.

Lin Lan wanted to say something, but found that Qian Hong had someone else around him, and when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back again.

The point is, she saw her father, walking in with a black face.

Lin Lan, who was scared by her father, of course didn't want to communicate with Qian Hong in front of him.

Even if she wanted to ask Qian Hong more in her heart, she could only hold it in her heart at the moment.

Lin Zhong came in and didn't recognize Qian Hong, whose face had been deformed, and walked directly in front of Lin Lan, and scolded with a cold face:

"Look, look, it's all your unconscious dead girl."

"In order to show you the injury, I spent so much money on Lao Tzu."

While speaking, Lin Zhong raised a handful of the bill in his hand and threw it on Lin Lan's face, "Two pieces of five, two pieces of five, you can eat meat for several meals." ”

The more Lin Zhongju spoke, the more angry he became, and he raised his hand and hit it again.

There was a snapping sound of a palm hitting her face in the ward, as well as a muffled snort that Lin Lan instinctively made after being beaten.

But Lin Zhongju was still angry, and continued to scold: "I can warn you, if you have the slightest relationship with that surnamed Qian, Lao Tzu will beat you to death." ”

Lin Lan was beaten and scolded by her father, but she didn't dare to react.

Even if her own injury was typed by her father, she didn't dare to refute half a word.

She just bowed her head silently, her eyes glinting with a terrifying light.

Gritted his teeth in his heart: "Lin Yiyi, you are the fault of all this!" ”

"You wait for the old lady, and when the old lady finds an opportunity, you will definitely be ruined."

Qian Hong was on the other side and heard Lin Lan's father scolding her.

Hearing his words that he didn't let Lin Lan have anything to do with the surname Qian, there was also a cold glint in his eyes.

Not only did she have a strong hatred for Lin Yiyi and her brother, but she also hated Lin Lan and her father.

It's just that at this moment, his face and body hurt badly, and no one took him seriously with any expression in his eyes.

This pair of scumbags and are like this, occupying a corner in the ward of the sick number, thinking about their own hearts and waiting silently.