She wasn't muted.

In this dark alley, Wen Huaizhi's gentle voice was like the best sobering agent, and Jiang Chacha's scalp was numb at that moment, and he had a myocardial infarction.

Sober enough that she immediately decided on the most effective decision.

And that's—

At the second when Wen Huaizhi's voice first appeared.

She hung up immediately.

I no longer want to hear Huaizhi's voice, and I don't think about the consequences of hanging up the phone from Huaizhi.

Looking at Bian Jichen's unhurried figure in the group, Jiang Chacha hurriedly dialed the demon spirit.

However, Uncle Chen was several steps ahead of her, and he had already called the police in advance.

Jiang Chacha thought that his personality had always been cold and introverted, she never thought that he still had such an emotional side, and his emotions intensified the most cruel coldness in his bones, she didn't expect him to be really angry and so ruthless.

She also didn't think he would fight for her.

Bian Jichen quickly solved the three of them, so that they didn't dare to let go of a fart, and they all called their father and mother.

Bian Jichen was still standing there.

Jiang Cha Cha looked at him cautiously.

He stood in the heaviest part of the night's shadows, with only a dim light on his shoulder. Because of the fight just now, his sleeves were pulled up by him, revealing his wrists, and most of the glass inside the expensive watch he wore on his left hand was shattered because of the fight.

He was using his fingers, gracefully unraveling it.

"Young Master......" she called him weakly.

I don't know why, the unfamiliar Bian Jichen made her feel scared.

Maybe it's because he looks particularly unkind when he fights.

He lifted his wrist and unleashed the movement of his watch.

So Jiang Chacha saw him standing in the darkest place of the light, his white shirt was pierced by the little street lamp, and his shirt seemed to be given life in the night, as if as long as the wind blew, the corners of the shirt would make a crisp sound with the wind.

His hand is still on the gold watch. He turned his head silently, the corners of his mouth were colored, and he didn't know whose nails had scratched it, and dark red blood flowed out.

When he looked at it, his eyes were dark, with a temporary lingering ruthlessness and anger.

In the middle of the night, I could see her calves trembling.

I didn't expect him to be so terrible when he got angry, completely different from his usual personality.

After seeing her, the yin owl in Bian Jichen's eyes gradually faded, like a tidal wave, and the sand that had been sharpened to no edges and corners under the low tide was re-exposed to the sun.

"You're bleeding?"

Also, how did he come back?

But this sentence ginger tea tea did not ask.

If it weren't for his kindness, then the lightest result for her now would be to be molested, the most serious ......

She couldn't imagine it.

"It's fine." Bian Jichen also automatically skimmed her question.

He finally untied the watch on his wrist, hooked his fingers, looked at the broken glass, and then threw the precious watch into the trash can next to him.

There is no frowning eyebrow.

He doesn't feel distressed, she feels distressed!

Her left hand gripped her right hand, which was about to move, and a tangled expression of pain appeared on her face. ….

Damn it! She wanted to go to the trash can and pick up his watch! If you take it to a watch shop and fix it, you should be able to sell it for a lot of money!

If she can pick up valuable things thrown away by rich people in the trash can every day, then it is not impossible for her to collect waste every day in her life!

Bian Jichen glanced at her, and finally set his eyes on the mobile phone in her hand.

He said nonchalantly.

"Looks like a boy called you just now."

It's a very young voice.

Ginger Chacha had a pain in the brain, and he didn't expect him to be able to hear it like this.

When the group fight just now, mixed with the sound of fighting and the swear words of a few gangsters, he still heard the sound of Huaizhi coming from the mobile phone.

She quietly clenched her hands, so nervous that she didn't dare to say a word.

She was holding her breath.

Wen Huaizhi and Bian Jichen have met, and the two know each other.

I just don't know...... He heard Wen Huaizhi's voice clearly.

And since she hung up Wen Huaizhi's phone just now, she hasn't had time to send a message to Wen Huaizhi.

I don't know if Wen Huaizhi will be unhappy.

Forget it, it's not this that the most important thing right now!

The important thing is whether Bian Jichen heard Wen Huaizhi's voice clearly just now.

It's easy to be recognized. Because Wen Huaizhi's voice is so unique, gentle and low, with its own taste.

So ginger chacha had to be scared.

She straightened her neck, and if it wasn't a boy who lied openly, it would definitely arouse his suspicions.

So she stiffened her head and said, "yes."

Hearing this, Bian Jichen just moved his eyelids and said "um" coldly.

His tone was as calm as if he were saying, "What's going to eat tonight."

Haha, she's too worried! How could Master Bian care which boy she was talking to.

Bian Jichen really didn't hear what the male voice was saying just now, and he was fighting just now, and the situation was bad, so he didn't have the heart to listen to what the boy's voice was like.

The reason why he asked Uncle Chen to turn the car around and come back, to be honest, couldn't think of the reason himself.

Maybe it was because there was a faint smell of laundry detergent floating in the car when she got into the car just now, or maybe when she got off the bus at the entrance of the hospital, he saw her white-washed jeans, and even though she had been wearing them for a long time, she brushed them clean every time.

It may have been these that touched him.

He's been overflowing with compassion lately, so even if she's not particularly difficult right now, he always wants to pull her along.

"Young Master, why did you hurt your arm......

Jiang Chacha was stunned and also looked over.

It really hurts.

Under the sleeve of the shirt, there was a faint piece of blood.

Uncle Chen stood still, staring at her like this.

Jiang Cha Cha quickly understood what he meant.

The young master was injured because of her, so she should accompany him to the hospital for all reason.

This damn hospital, if you don't go, you have to go.

Half an hour later, a male high school student was favored by his nurse's sister.

Bian Jichen sat on the chair, and next to him, two nurse sisters in their early twenties rushed to treat his wounds.

But he has a cold face, even if others make fun of him, he doesn't answer at all, which makes others very embarrassed. ….

Jiang Chacha glanced at him, and the nurse was disinfecting his wound. And he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, as if he didn't feel pain.

She could see that she was nervous, and then the phone she kept in her pocket rang again.

This time, ginger tea will not owe and press the wrong one.

She clenched her phone, turned down the volume, and then secretly glanced at Bian Jichen.

His eyes were still closed, and her phone bell didn't cause him a single thing.

Jiang Cha Cha breathed a sigh of relief.

What kind of character Wen Huaizhi looks like, will she not know?

And this time, even if she was given a hundred dogs, she wouldn't dare to hang up Huaizhi's phone.

So she walked a few steps away, and while paying attention to whether Bian Jichen, who was sitting there, had seen it.

Jiang Chacha didn't know what she was lacking in, it was as if she was cheating on Bian Jichen behind her back.

However, they are all innocent, and she is just afraid of falling off the horse!

Standing next to the window, the corridor is punctuated by doctors, nurses, and patients in hospital gowns.

Jiang Chacha stared carefully at the notes on the phone.

She finally gritted her teeth and beat the drum to answer.

With her understanding of Wen Huaizhi.

He was now angry with a 99.9 percent chance of it.

See the phone is connected.

The other party was silent for two or three seconds.

Listen to his voice as if in his own room.

His voice didn't change, his tone was still soft and slow, still gentle.

「…… Teacher?"

"Why did the teacher hang up on me?"

"I'm worried about you."

Hearing that his voice was as gentle as ever, Jiang Chacha breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was overly worried.

Then he spoke softly.

Jiang Chacha could imagine how he was on the other end of the phone, wearing narrow-rimmed glasses, smiling and narrowing his narrow eyes.

"Teacher's ......"

He pursed his thin lips and smiled when he spoke, and his gentle smile was very cold, and his lips seemed to be able to cruelly crush the petals of a flower.

"Send a location."

Julan