Song Yan hurriedly got out of the car and walked in front of Ye Jue.

Ye Jue glanced at Huo Beiting, his brows tightened again, and he was jealous: "Why are you two here?" ”

"Grandpa is hurt."

Ye Jue's brows tightened: "What's wrong, grandpa is now in this hospital, take me to see." ”

I didn't have time to ask Song Yan why she was so close to Huo Beiting's kid, so she first asked about the old man's situation.

When Zhao Chaoying died, Song Yan cried very sadly, and Ye Jue naturally didn't want anything bad to happen to Song Jiang again.

Song Yan cares about grandma, he cares about Song Yan.

"It's nothing, it's broken." Song Yan said lightly.

Ye Jue looked at her attitude and was a little displeased.

The mood is also very unhappy.

Grabbing her by the arm, he dragged her to the nearby woods.

He walked a little fast, Song Yan stepped away a little chaotically, and was finally directly carried by him by the collar.

She pouted and pushed him: "You give me some face, don't pull my clothes." ”

"What's going on? Make it clear to me. Ye Jue realized that something seemed wrong with her.

Then, his gaze fell on her hair.

Obediently, half of it was missing, half of it was hanging, his face was still a little red, and there was blood on his white coat.

Is this called nothing?

It's called only broken skin.

Ye Jue asked as seriously as a patriarch: "Say it quickly." ”

Song Yan lowered her head, her mood was not high, her mood was sullen, and she spoke weakly: "I beat someone, it can be regarded as a trouble." ”

"Who did you hit?"

"The man who pushed grandpa."

"Tell me, who, how did you fight." It's okay, I learned a few tricks of three-legged cat kung fu, and I know that I'll make trouble for him outside.

If she really taught her to carry a gun, she wouldn't have to pierce the sky.

"They should have a good background, and besides, it hurt a little bit that I beat her, and I just lost a piece of hair."

"...... so what?"

What do you want to say.

Song Yan raised her head, put her hands on his shoulders, patted them gently, and said with a smile: "She has one less." ”

The expression on Ye Jue's face froze for a moment, staring at her evil and dark smile, his eyes were full of smug edge, and the corners of his lips hooked up a faint smile.

"That's it?" Ye Jue's brows tightened.

Song Yan raised her right hand and shook it lightly in front of her eyes: "I hit it with my right hand." ”

Ye Jue held his breath, grabbed her wrist hard, and pulled her out.

Song Yan was blinded.

"What are you doing?"

"Go back and have the doctor weld your hand to death with an iron plate."

"No, I'm just here to re-stitch the wound on my hand." Song Yan raised her other hand, hugged his arm, and then hung half of her body on top of him.

Huo Beiting, who had been sitting on the motorcycle waiting for Song Yan, "tsk" a few times.

Ye Jue glanced back at him.

Then he looked down at the little woman who was half-squatting on the ground with her arm in her arms, quickly picked her up, and said, "Who you hit, you have to tell me who I need to solve." ”

"Zhao Xiaoli." Song Yan said.

The Sichuan character between Ye Jue's eyebrows became deeper and deeper.

Then he glanced at Huo Beiting, it is said that Zhao Xiaoli's object is the brother of this rich kid, Ye Jue shook his head helplessly and said, "You are really not afraid of causing trouble for me, get up quickly." ”

"Then we're not going to the hospital."

"I'm not going."

Song Yan slowly stood up............