Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 247 She Was Disfigured
When Qian Mengmeng was sent from the crowd to the ambulance on a stretcher, Yang Sisi wanted to rush up with a pale face.

But was soon blocked by Lu Yao's fierce eyes.

Through the crowd and Lu Yao's arm, she saw Qian Mengmeng lying on a stretcher, with red blood on her face, she looked terrified.

"I, I didn't mean to."

"Really, I didn't mean it, I was just scared!"

In the flustered set, no one cared about her, even the director was running around in a hurry, trying to get the medical staff to give Qian Mengmeng the best possible treatment.

An Zhi stood aside, her expression not necessarily calm.

She kept calling to clear up the relationship, but she still couldn't get in touch with Pei Hang and Song Huaijin.

Linda told her, "President Song and Assistant Pei went to Country F, where the communication is not very developed, and there are no signals in some places."

When she was anxious, her arm was suddenly grabbed.

An Zhi lowered her head slightly, and saw Yang Sisi with a bloodless face, "I didn't do it on purpose, you must tell Mr. Song that this was an accident."

Ever since she learned from Wang Yuling that Qian Mengmeng's benefactor was Song Huaijin, Yang Sisi felt as if she had lost her soul.

She couldn't even imagine what would happen to her afterwards.

An Zhi closed her eyes slightly, and said in a tone so cold that it was almost freezing, "You should tell the police yourself these words."

After she finished speaking, she shook her hands violently and stepped into the ambulance.

Accompanied by the humming sound of the ambulance, Yang Sisi's body was limp on the ground like a puddle of mud.

Song Qian, who had witnessed all this with cold eyes, took out an inconspicuous mobile phone and made a call.

"Hey, it's me, it's done."

On the other end of the call, giggles sounded, "Is she dead or disabled?"

Song Qian pursed her lips, her face was calm, "Zhu Xiang..."

"Don't worry, I'll send you the address in a while." After finishing speaking, the other end cut off the call.

Then, not long after, Song Qian received a text message on her cell phone.

She took out another mobile phone from her body, pointed at the screen and took a photo. With a cold face, she took out a wet tissue and carefully wiped the phone inside and out, and then pressed the power off button.

Facing the sea, Song Qian smiled, raised her hand and threw the humble mobile phone into the sea.

Xie Zisu, I, Song Qian, am not such a character who is easy to take the blame for others.

……

The VIP ward of the Second People's Hospital of S City.

Qian Mengmeng slowly opened her eyes, and the white light fell into her eyes, which made her feel a little uncomfortable and closed her eyes again.

An Zhi's voice came from next to her ear, "Mengmeng, are you awake?"

"En." Qian Mengmeng replied in a low voice, and at the same time opened her eyes again.

This time, what caught her eyes was not only An Zhi, but also Lu Yao, and Jin Ping's face.

Each of them had a faint distress on their faces.

"What's the matter, why do you have such expressions?" There was a burning pain on his forehead, and Qian Mengmeng couldn't help but want to raise his hand to touch it.

An Zhi held her down in time, "Mengmeng, you just got stitches on your face, don't move around."

Face, stitches? !With a twitch in his heart, Qian Mengmeng's eyes widened.

Jin Ping and An Zhi couldn't bear to see her expression, they all lowered their heads.

Lu Yao narrowed his eyes and comforted her, "It's okay, just live."

It's good to be alive... Is she disfigured? !
　Thank you Amnesia for the reward, okay?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)