Chapter 147 Fresh Clothes Angry Horse Youth (7)

The police just watched Qiao Lian and Shen Liangchuan get into the ambulance, and stared blankly at the situation here. They didn't realize it until they left. Several people looked at Song Cheng in unison: "You know What happened? You followed to make a statement?"

Song Cheng shook his head, "I don't know~"

"You...then ask that gentleman to come to the police station when he is free!"

Song Cheng smiled: "Sorry, if you want to contact our husband, please contact our husband's lawyer first, otherwise, our husband will not provide anything."

Policemen: ...

If a public figure is taken to the police station by the police, then things will become serious.

Therefore, Song Cheng has long practiced the ability to adapt to changing situations.

The police could only handcuff this group of people and take them back for interrogation slowly.
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In a groggy state, it was dark in front of his eyes.

Qiao Lian tried hard to open her eyes, but found that she couldn't open them no matter what.

Her whole body still hurt everywhere, and she couldn't help frowning and moaning in pain.

Then, the hand was held by the big hand that was always warm, and the mellow voice sounded in the ear, "Little Qiao, I am here."

The four words seemed to inject a stream of coolness into her fiery body, making her feel at ease in an instant.

Her brows gradually relaxed, and she fell into a deep sleep again.

Shen Liangchuan held her hand and stood by her side.

He also had minor injuries, even his fists were bleeding from beating others, and they were all bandaged up at the moment, but he didn't move at all, sitting by the bed all the time.

The wound of the woman on the bed was wrapped up, and more places were red and swollen.

His face was swollen again from the beating, and new wounds were added while the old wounds were not healed.

But even so, one can still vaguely see the girl's beautiful outline, her tightly closed eyes, and trembling eyelashes, all of which indicate that she is afraid.

Yes.

Scared.

The situation at that time, any girl, would be afraid.

But she stopped those people without hesitation and asked him to save Song Yuanxi.

He stared at her fixedly, and after a while, he slowly stretched out his hand and touched her cheek.

His hand paused in mid-air, and he was afraid that he would hurt her, so he finally put it down.

Time slipped by slowly, he sat there, in the quiet room, he seemed to be talking to himself, or to Qiao Lian, "Xiao Qiao, let's have a good life in the future, shall we?"

Those things in the past are in the past.

At this moment, when he looked at the girl covered in scars, he finally understood.

He would rather watch her smile and stab himself, than watch her get hurt again.

This girl, he really couldn't bear to take revenge anymore.

As for those debts in the past, so far, enough, right?

His eyes became darker and darker, and in the end, they all turned into a strong and inextricable love.

It used to be online dating, she didn't care.

Well, they start talking about a formal relationship from now on, before it's too late...

The light outside the window changed from bright to dark, shining on his cheeks in various mottled patterns, making his expression look extraordinarily soft at this moment.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the woman on the bed finally opened her eyes.

Into the eyes, is the ceiling in the hospital, and the pungent smell of disinfectant at the tip of the nose.

She moved her neck and saw Shen Liangchuan sitting next to her. Before she could speak, she heard him say: "Xiao Qiao, does it still hurt?"

(End of this chapter)

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