Aunt Song had a white face, "Mom, don't talk nonsense......"

"Why am I talking nonsense!" Mrs. Song was hoarse, "This little white face interferes in our family affairs and talks nonsense......"

"Please pay attention to the wording," Xing Tang said solemnly: "You attacked our husband with this thermos flask on the ground, and the porridge on our husband is ironclad evidence." ”

The mother and daughter looked at it, and sure enough, there was one, but it was on the shoulders and back, and it was not as good as pouring it on her!

Aunt Song hurriedly said: "How can this be counted, my mother is also burned, and her body is blistered, you see!" And this person is not painful or itchy, but his clothes are dirty, why don't you say that he attacked my mother! ”

The policeman stepped forward and said, "Take the evidence away, you will know who attacked it by checking your fingerprints." ”

The faces of the mother and daughter both changed.

Xing Tang continued: "These two also infringed on our husband's right to reputation, and you also heard it just now. ”

Mo Linyuan looked at the stains on his body silently.

Xing Tang understood in seconds, and said: "In addition, the clothes on our husband's body are handmade in Italy, worth 1.2 million, and they also need to be compensated by the two." ”

"One million two hundred thousand?!" Mrs. Song almost pulled over, but she was helped by Aunt Song before she eased up, and yelled at Mo Linyuan: "Why don't you go and rob it!" ”

Mo Linyuan smiled politely: "Robbery is illegal." ”

Song Nanxi quietly pursed her lips and smiled in the back.

Mrs. Song saw it, and rushed towards her in a rage, "It's all this dead slut, you are a dead loser, you ......"

Just had no room to get close, and was caught by several policemen.

"Take it away!" Several policemen arrested people, and Mrs. Song was escorted all the way, only to feel embarrassed and thrown home, and after her face was red, she simply fainted.

Aunt Song faced the pointing around her, only to feel extremely embarrassed, and secretly covered her face.

But the people in the ward don't know what is going on outside.

Director Han wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a flattering smile: "Mr. Mo, your clothes are dirty, and I still have a new suit......

Xing Tang politely refused: "Our husband never wears other people's clothes. ”

Director Han was a little disappointed, and nodded sneeringly: "So that's ...... so"

Mo Linyuan slowly understood the button, "Transfer the ward." ”

Xing Tang bowed: "It's already arranged." ”

When Director Han heard this, his face was strange.

There is only one patient here, who is changing the ward, and the answer is about to come out.

As early as when Mrs. Song rushed towards Song Nanxi just now, he recognized her.

Beautiful girls are often seen, but such delicate flowers and bones, and a cold and stubborn arrogance all over his body, he is deeply impressed.

Although Song Nanxi is Song Yunhe's daughter, she ...... Song Yunhe rarely mentions it to the outside world.

Unexpectedly, she had such a good relationship with this master?

I've always heard that this master never smiles at a woman, and he loves to ignore it, but it looks like ...... It seems to be good for Song Yunhe's daughter......

Director Han had a flattering smile on his face, and said courteously, "Do you need to change wards?" Where do you go to? ”

Xing Tang: "VIP9." ”

Director Han was very enthusiastic, "It's upstairs, I'll take you there." ”

Song Nanxi finally spoke up: "Wait." ”

Everyone in the ward looked at her, and there was one gaze that was the most intense and the most impossible to ignore.

Song Nanxi met his gaze, as if he had broken into a dark and deep world, which was full of aggressive swamps.

Song Nanxi's heart was shocked, and she inexplicably felt like she was being targeted.

It's just that the feeling fades away quickly.

Mo Linyuan slowly took off his dirty coat and threw it away, approached with a step, and said, "Where is it uncomfortable?" ”

His eyes were bright and gentle, no different from the low-key and gentle elder in his memory.

Just...... Was it her delusion?