I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 518 Who Tore Her Clothes?
The recorder that Su Shao took out was handed over to the police.

She is in a very bad state of mind now, so Song Yan asked Qi Yue to take her back to the car to rest first.

The hotel owner was already frightened, especially when he saw that the black shirt on Song Yan's arm seemed to be cut by something, and part of the blood was diluted on the shirt.

"Song Song Shao!" The hotel owner's face turned pale, "Are you all right?"

Song Yan glanced at him and said nothing.

It's just that the eyes are very cold, bitingly cold.

The young man in the black special police uniform smiled playfully, "How could it be all right? It's a serious matter! The crown prince of the Song family in the imperial capital was injured at your place. I think you should close the door in the future! What? It’s a broken hotel, and Qian Dekun and Yang Qi’s bodyguards didn’t even know they brought guns in.”

"Young Master Jiang is right! It was indeed my negligence that almost caused a catastrophe."

Jiang Chi snorted, and raised his hands towards Song Yan, "Thanks to my little uncle who found out in time and called me quickly. Otherwise"

He lazily glanced at Qian Dekun and Yang Qi who were already under control, "Once these two go crazy, the bodyguards might kill everyone in your hotel."

The hotel owner flinched back in fright, "I can't be young Jiang, I really can't. It's because of you."

Jiang Chi squinted his eyes and smiled, showing a dissolute streak, "You just need to know it!"

Song Yan, who had been silent all this time, took out a pistol from Jiang Chi's gun pouch.He walked up to Qian Dekun slowly, with a calm voice, "Who tore her sleeves?"

Qian Dekun hadn't recovered from the state of falling into hell from the clouds, and his eyes were very distracted.

"Bang bang—"

The two shots hit Qian Dekun's feet neatly, just a few centimeters away, which could destroy his feet or his entire leg.

Qian Dekun opened his mouth wide, and there seemed to be some liquid flowing down between his legs, exuding a foul smell.

His legs are soft.

Trembling, he knelt down in front of Song Yan with a plop.

He heard what the special policeman said in a daze just now. Prince.
He almost hurt the crown prince of the Song family in the imperial capital!

He looked up at the man in front of him.

His appearance was cold and handsome, his thin lips were pursed deeply, and under his indifferent gaze, there was a chilling anger.

"I'll ask again, who tore off the sleeves of her dress."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Qian Dekun's voice sounded without hesitation.

He pointed at a bodyguard tremblingly, "Yes, it was him, he tore it up!"

The gun was thrown back to Jiang Chi.

In the next second, Song Yan had already rolled up his sleeves and greeted the bodyguard in the face.

The bodyguard was knocked to the ground, with blood gushing out of his nose, looking embarrassed.

Song Yan's voice was very calm, but it was like a reminder, "You should be thankful for two things! First, my girlfriend is fine, and I won't let you go. Second, I am a doctor by profession, and I am responsible for saving people. Not murder."

"Jiang Chi." He called out.

Jiang Chi was also a little frightened by his uncle's appearance, so he quickly responded, "Here!"

"Hire a lawyer for this gentleman, and I can sue for my right to intentionally hurt someone."

He wants to be calm!But every cell in the body is angry and clamoring!
When he saw the little girl running towards him, with those dim eyes, he felt like his heart was being pricked by needles, and it was throbbing with pain.

Qian Dekun and his party were taken away, and soon only Song Yan and Jiang Chi were left in the corridor.

Song Yan stretched out his hand, "Give me the recording pen."

Jiang Chi was used to stabbing his head recklessly, but when he met Song Yan, he restrained his wildness, obediently took out the recording pen with blood in his pocket, and handed it to Song Yan.

Song Yan leaned against the wall, turned on the recording pen in his hand, and began to listen to every word in it.

He has to experience all the fears she had just now, and only after he has experienced it can he repair the shadow in her heart.

After all, not everyone can be the same as before after a brush with death.
(End of this chapter)