What was the last time you met him?

Oh, by the way, he knows Yu Na, and the relationship is unclear.

The hooligan surnamed Wang screamed in pain, and Lin Deshui and his followers were stupid, standing motionless.

"Get out! In the future, if you dare to bully women from good families, wait to be caught and reformed through labor. ”

This is a hard stubble, the surnamed Wang knew that he was at a loss, and he didn't dare to speak out, so he endured the pain and fled with his brother in a hurry.

"What are you doing standing here?" Lu Yunting glanced at Lin Deshui, who was stunned.

"Don't go out at night to cause trouble." Squinting at her, Lu Yunting muttered in a low voice.

Song Wenjun was laughed at angrily, I wanted to thank him, but I didn't expect that he was still a machismo, who stipulated that women can't go out at night?

Social security is not good, and it depends on the woman's head?

"Hey, what's your name?"

After seeing each other a few times, they are also old acquaintances, and Song Wenjun found a very interesting phenomenon, every time this person appears, he pretends not to know her.

It's either that he's cold and deliberately hangs people's appetites, or he's face blind and can't remember who's who.

"What do you want to ask me for?"

"You have to know the name of a good person, so I can write a thank you letter to your unit."

"I don't need to."

said that he was about to leave, but unexpectedly, the placket was dragged by Song Wenjun.

"You don't know me?"

Lu Yunting looked at her, frowned and said, "...... Familiar. ”

Scold! The first time we met, he said it was familiar, and this is the third time, and it is still familiar?

"My name is ......"

Before her words fell, a black shadow suddenly burst out of the darkness, only to hear Lin Deshui scream, and the fruit knife had already pierced into Lu Yunting's body.

Everything was between the lightning and flint, and after stabbing someone, the black shadow quickly fled, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Needless to say, it must be the surname Wang who was angry and sent someone back to retaliate.

Obviously, Lu Yunting didn't react, and stared blankly at the fruit knife pierced into his abdomen, the handle of the knife was exposed, and his white shirt was quickly dyed with a cloud of red.

"Lin Deshui, what are you still doing in a daze? Take him to the hospital! ”

This is simply a race against death, carrying people to the hospital, Lin Deshui collapsed on the ground tired, foaming at the mouth.

"Doctor, leave him alone, he is the one who was injured."

Song Wenjun was surprised to find that from beginning to end, Lu Yunting did not snort, but gritted his teeth to keep himself awake, and pressed his hand on the wound, which could stop the blood from flowing too fast.

Emma!

Song Wenjun couldn't help but shudder, how bearable this is.

Soon he was wheeled into the operating room, and the doctor asked her if she was a family member, and if she hadn't pulled him by the hem of his shirt and wouldn't let him go, the gangsters wouldn't have succeeded.

So this responsibility lies with her, Song Wenjun nodded and said, "I am a family member, I will sign!" ”

When he gets out of the operating room, he will apologize again, this is a trouble!

On the other side, Lin Deshui, who was lying on the ground, drank a cup of glucose given by the little nurse and finally relieved himself.

"Lin Deshui, are you okay?"

"No, it's fine."

Lin Deshui's face was pale, without a trace of blood.

"Do you know the gangsters who hurt people?"

"It's too dark, it's too dark to see clearly."

Now his heart is cold, this matter must be inseparable from the surname Wang, Ming'er himself will take a thousand rice cookers from him, I'm afraid it will be in the soup.

Song Wenjun could see his thoughts at a glance.

"Lin Deshui, you must have been deceived, at the cost of twenty-five yuan, it is impossible to make a rice cooker."

"So, what should I do?"

"You gave all the money to the other party?"

Lin Deshui shook his head with difficulty, "I paid, I paid half, half of the deposit." ”

His father's inkstone was really valuable, and he was photographed by an old hairy man and directly gave him 5,000 yuan.

(End of chapter)