The accident happened only in an instant, and when Song Qingyu turned around, the knife was only a few centimeters away from him.

Seeing that the tip of the knife was about to pierce into the heart, but it suddenly stopped in mid-air, Fu Wenzhou held the blade with his bare hands, and blood dripped down from his palm.

The other hand held Chen Chuan's arm holding the knife, and as soon as his wrist flipped, the knife in Chen Chuan's hand came out of his hand, drawing a streamer and falling into Fu Wenzhou's palm, and the handle of the knife turned in his hand, and then it was slammed into Chen Chuan's chest.

Blood splashed on the man's clear face, his expression did not rise and fall in the slightest, and his eyes were gloomy and angry.

He pulled the knife out of Chen Chuan's chest and wanted to stab him a second time.

"Fu Wenzhou." Song Qingyu bent down and held his wrist holding the knife: "The police are here." ”

Fu Wenzhou had blood beads hanging on his eyelashes, which was extremely demonic.

Song Qingyu gently wiped him clean with a handkerchief: "Good, I'm fine, put the knife down." ”

Fu Wenzhou's palm slowly loosened, and the fruit knife fell to the ground with a sharp sound.

The people around were frightened by this scene, but Song Qingyu didn't have any expression on her face, she just used a handkerchief to help Fu Wenzhou wipe the blood stains on her face and hands.

After seeing the cut on Fu Wenzhou's hand, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and it was fleeting.

This is what the police saw when they arrived.

The man was like a cruel and cruel beast, his eyes were scarlet, and his eyes were terrifying, as if he wanted to devour the man on the ground alive, but when he turned his head and saw the woman, the anger between his eyebrows disappeared in an instant.

They hurriedly ran over, for fear that something would happen again.

Someone dialed 120.

Song Qingyu held Fu Wenzhou's hand, his body was slightly in front of him, and looked at the policeman in front of him: "Chen Chuan wants to kill me with a knife, and my boyfriend is in legitimate defense." ”

Assistant Lin on the side hurriedly spoke: "Yes, I can prove that it was Chen Chuan who made the first move." ”

The police came a step too late and didn't see the specific situation clearly, but Chen Chuan's arrogant energy just now did look like he was going to kill someone.

And they all know the one who stabbed Chen Chuan with a knife, and he is Fu's little Fu president.

They didn't dare to offend until they figured out the situation.

The most important thing at the moment is to send Chen Chuan, who has lost too much blood, to the hospital first.

The police officer who led the team said: "Even if it is a legitimate defense, you need to cooperate with us to go to the police station to make a record." ”

Song Qingyu frowned, his eyebrows were a little displeased, "His hand is injured, can't you see it?" ”

The police really didn't find out, and after being reminded, they opened their mouths: "Then go to the hospital to bandage first, and then go to the police station." ”

The sound of an ambulance sounded outside, and Song Qingyu followed him to the hospital.

When the doctor helped Fu Wenzhou treat the wound, Song Qingyu's eyebrows twisted slightly: "Did you hurt your tendons, will you leave scars in the future?" ”

The doctor raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Don't worry, compared to the person who was lying in the emergency room not far from death, he only broke a little skin." ”

Song Qingyu's voice was cold: "It's all cut to the meat." ”

The doctor said: "It's just a skin injury, just stitch it up and remove the stitches in a week or so, and there will be no scars." ”

The corners of Fu Wenzhou's lips were hooked, and his voice was hoarse: "Yuyu, I said it's okay, don't worry about me." ”

The doctor rolled his eyes at him and twitched the corners of his mouth: "The smile is almost like a flower, you wish she cared about you." ”

Fu Wenzhou's smile froze on his face, and his eyes hung up: "Can you manage it?" ”

Song Qingyu reached out and stroked the black hair on his forehead: "Speak politely." ”

"Oh." Fu Wenzhou pulled out a trace of arc: "Can you manage it?" ”

Doctor: "......"

"Okay, the police are still waiting for you outside." The doctor cut the bandage and said.

Song Qingyu glanced out of the door, and then turned his gaze to Fu Wenzhou: "You go with them first, I'll pick you up later." ”

Fu Wenzhou didn't care about going to the police station, and it wasn't the first time anyway.

On the contrary, it was another thing, he felt that it was much more important than going to the police station.

Fu Wenzhou reached out and took out a thermos box from his arms, his clothes were heavy in winter, and he put the lunch box in his arms and brought it all the way without being discovered by others.

This will be taken out, Song Qingyu couldn't help but flute.

Fu Wenzhou put the lunch box on the table, unscrewed the lid with the uninjured hand, and when he saw that the love he had deliberately put out because of the turmoil just now was messed up, his face suddenly became ugly.

Song Qingyu smiled warmly: "What should I do, my love has become two halves." ”

Fu Wenzhou's face darkened, turned his face to the side angrily, and did not speak.

Song Qingyu raised his hand and pinched the sides of his jaw, and turned his head around: "Just do it in the future, this is also angry." ”

Fu Wenzhou said aggrievedly: "I've been on the table for a long time!" ”

Song Qingyu couldn't help but laugh: "Well, then you will leave after I finish eating?" ”

Fu Wenzhou was happy again: "Okay." ”

Song Qingyu really sat down and ate on the side, although her appetite was small, she still ate all the food that Fu Wenzhou brought one bite at a time.

The doctor was dumbfounded.

There were also police officers outside, waiting to take someone to make a record, but the two of them ate inside and showed affection by the way.

It's really a loss of conscience, bullying him as a lonely old man.

The doctor said angrily, "I'm not a rest room here." ”

Song Qingyu put away the lunch box, wiped the table clean, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, we'll leave now." ”

"That's not what I meant, old man." The doctor glanced at the two of them, "You can say that his injuries are serious, otherwise according to the situation of the lying inside, it is very likely that the defense is too much." ”

Song Qingyu said sincerely: "Thank you." ”

Then he took Fu Wenzhou's hand and walked out, the police waited for a long time and didn't dare to be impatient, this will finally wait for someone, and they didn't dare to delay for a moment: "Little Mr. Fu, please go with us." ”

Fu Wenzhou's eyes locked on Song Qingyu: "Remember to pick me up later." ”

"Hmm." Song Qingyu returned.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Fu Wenzhou was willing to leave.

As soon as the corridor was empty, Song Qingyu's eyebrows immediately sank, and he reached out to dial Song Chang's phone.

"Uncle Chang, has the monitoring been handled?"

Song Chang: "It's cleaned up, only the monitoring of a staircase is left for the police, and the back can only be photographed at that position, and I can't see the picture of Mr. Fu wielding a knife and planning to cut the second time." ”

Song Qingyu said lightly: "Well, send the opening records of Chen Chuan and Qin Tian in the hotel to Chen Chuan's wife and Qin Tian's son." ”

"Okay." Song often asked: "How is Mr. Fu?" ”

Song Qingyu lowered her eyes and looked at the lunch box in her hand, and her tone was no longer so cold: "It's not a big deal, I'll pick him up later, now I have to go find Bai Li." ”