After the policeman finished speaking, she said, "Are you finished?" Can I go? ”

The policeman's mouth was dry, and he took a sip of water and said, "Repeat what I just said and you're good to go." ”

She blinked blankly, she didn't hear a word of what he said just now.

Seeing her bewildered face, the police knew that she was wandering just now, and realized that her bitter heart just now was a waste of saliva, and suddenly became irritable: "Let your family come and lead you." ”

She took out her mobile phone from her bag and flipped to Lu Zhenming's number, but her fingertips for dialing the phone paused.

After a little hesitation, she still called out, and when she heard the bell inside, she felt a little nervous.

After a long time, the phone was connected, she subconsciously clenched the phone, and just shouted the word "Lu", she heard the man's angry voice on the other end.

"Where did you go? Give you half an hour and come back to me immediately! ”

After speaking, Lu Zhenming hung up the phone.

Hearing the beep, she bit her lip and took the phone off her ear.

Looking at the call record that was less than ten seconds, her eyes were a little dry, and she blinked vigorously, and it took a while to suppress the grievances in her heart.

If such a thing happened, she must not be able to tell her parents, so she silently flipped down again and called Song Zhiyue.

***

Song Zhiyue rushed to the police station as fast as she could, she saw Su Wansheng sitting on a bench, her head down, her long black hair sliding down from both sides, covering her face, putting her hands on her laps, curling up the fingertips of one hand, and holding her mobile phone in the other.

Coming out of the police station, Song Zhiyue looked at the wound on her forehead: "I'll accompany you to the hospital to deal with it." ”

"It's just a scratch on the skin, it's okay, I have to rush back."

She had been thinking about Lu Zhenming asking her to rush back within half an hour, and she was very anxious.

It's too late to go back, and he's only afraid that he's even angrier than just now.

Song Zhiyue examined her wound: "Even if it is like this, you can't be careless, if it leaves a scar, it will be ugly." ”

She shook her head, "But I really have to go back now." ”

Song Zhiyue couldn't resist her, took out a pack of wet wipes from her bag, wiped the dried blood on her forehead, and took out a band-aid to put on her.

"Remember to go back and take some medicine yourself, so as not to leave a scar, you must know that there are many people who are worried about your husband, if you break the appearance, Lu Zhenming doesn't want you, those people will have a chance to take advantage of it."

Su Wansheng was in no mood to joke with her now, and smiled reluctantly: "I know, Yueyue, thank you." ”

It was almost ten o'clock when she got home, and as soon as she stepped into the living room, she felt that something was wrong.

The air pressure was very low, with a hint of chill.

There was no light in the living room, it was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything, but she knew that Lu Zhenming was sitting on the sofa at the moment.

She bit her lip, lit the light in the entryway, and saw the man with a blue face.

She grabbed the bag in her hand and was about to walk over, thinking of the wound on her forehead, she didn't dare to look at Lu Zhenming when she lowered her head, and threw down the sentence "I'm tired, let's talk about it tomorrow", and walked quickly to the stairs.

Since he came back at four o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Zhenming has been waiting for her, and it has been at least five hours now.

He didn't eat lunch, so he saved his time and was busy with work, just to free up the afternoon time to prepare early, so that he could surprise her in the evening.