Zhou Jian didn't even see the person in front of him clearly before he was kicked to the ground.
"Ahhh!"
A scream like a slaughtering pig rang out. When Mrs. Zhou saw someone beating her grandson, she didn't care about Song Yihuan and quickly got up to help.
"Who are you? How dare you hit my grandson? I'm going to kill you!"
She was an old woman in her seventies. She just rushed forward and was controlled by the bodyguards who followed closely.
Song Yihuan, who was lying on the ground, heard the noise and immediately pretended to be beaten and had no strength to resist.
Until someone helped her up, she could still hear Mrs. Zhou's incompetent and furious curses.
"Ajing...you are finally here."
She choked up and spoke, looking up with hazy eyes in tears, but she only saw Ji Li's slightly embarrassed expression.
"Ms. Song, it will take a while for the gentleman to come."
He explained with a slight cough.
Song Yihuan's face suddenly turned pale, but she still tried hard to maintain her delicate persona, and said in a hoarse voice: "Fortunately you are here, otherwise I would really be killed by them."
As she spoke, Mrs. Zhou on the side spat in time, and an angry voice came:
"Let me go, Song Yihuan, you little bitch. Hurry up and tell them to let me go. You dare to hit my precious grandson. You are going to die. Let me go!"
Ji Li has been following Lu Huaijing for many years, and he has never seen such a country woman. She is shrewd and crazy, and there is no reason to explain.
Hearing that Mrs. Zhou was still cursing viciously, she couldn't help but frown.
He helped Song Yihuan up and comforted her in a low voice: "You take a rest first, and I'll ask the doctor to come over and treat your wound."
After saying that, Ji Li turned to look at Mrs. Zhou who was still struggling, and Zhou Jian who was rolling and howling on the ground. His voice was tinged with ice:
"Take these people down and don't disturb the people around you or disturb the people."
With an order, these people were dragged away directly.
Even old man Zhou who was lying on the sofa was pulled up and pulled out.
Song Yihuan sat on the chair, her eyes red from crying, and her whole body was shaking slightly.
Dr. Liang arrived soon. He briefly cleaned Song Yihuan's wound, but his brows were furrowed.
"Sir, Miss Song's wound may need to be treated in the hospital. The wound is a bit big and may leave scars."
He turned his head and spoke, and Song Yihuan immediately looked up, just in time to see that tall and proud figure walking towards him.
"Ajing..."
She stood up tremblingly, unable to control the tears in her eyes, and stumbled against the man's chest.
Lu Huaijing frowned, stretched out his hand to protect him, and then asked in a low voice: "What happened?"
Hearing this reassuring voice, Song Yihuan sobbed: "Yes... I saw the news on the Internet. I asked them why they wanted to find Sister Nan Yan, but they got angry and beat me because of this. Ah Jing , I had no idea they actually did such a thing, Sister Nanyan...is she okay?"
When Lu Huaijing heard this, the gloom in his eyes deepened.
Gu Nanyan? She should be well taken care of now, right?
The corners of her thin lips were stained with a layer of mockery, and she said lightly: "You don't need to worry about her. Go to the hospital to treat your wounds first."
Song Yihuan was startled, with tears still hanging on her eyelashes, and asked a little unexpectedly: "Ah Jing, won't you... come with me?"
She managed to cover up the matter with great difficulty. If Lu Huaijing wanted to interrogate the Zhou family members in person, it would be difficult.
Lu Huaijing reached out and tucked her messy hair behind her ears, and his voice became lowered: "I'll deal with these people first. You go to the hospital with Ji Li and the others first."
really.
Song Yihuan's eyes flashed, and there was a hint of panic on her charming face. She quickly grabbed the corner of Lu Huaijing's clothes and whispered: "But Ajing, I... I'm so scared, can you stay with me first?"
…
Nanyan rested for three days, and after observing that there were no problems, he was discharged from the hospital.
At that time, Ji Yuanchen had already parked his car in front of the hospital. When he saw Nan Yan coming out, he immediately greeted her warmly:
"Get in the car, I'll take you back."
He got out of the car diligently and opened the passenger door, but Nan Yan was a little hesitant.
Seeing this, Ji Yuanchen was not angry. He just smiled and said, "What, you can't even let me be a driver?"
Nan Yan was amused. Looking at her big and small bags, she could only nod in agreement.
Along the way, Ji Yuanchen talked about some recent things that happened in the hospital, and even did not forget to gossip: "... By the way, I seemed to see the person named Song that day. She seemed to be injured and was recuperating in the hospital. She said Get up, Lu Huaijing is really wealthy, as long as he comes, he will be in the VIP ward."
Lu Huaijing...?
Nan Yan was startled, her heart suddenly stung, and the confusion of the past few days was resolved at this moment.
It turned out to be because Song Yihuan was injured. No wonder he hadn't contacted her recently.
Therefore, it actually doesn't matter whether she was wronged or not. What matters is Song Yihuan.
Nan Yan's smile was tinged with bitterness. Before hearing the news, she actually had a little hope in her heart.
She recalled the time when Lu Huaijing had taken care of her, and the recent negative news about her on the Internet had been suppressed.
All of this made Nan Yan realize that maybe Lu Huaijing also had her in his heart.
Although the location is small, it is so small that it can be ignored.
But she was wrong. Reality not only slapped her in the face, but also sprinkled a handful of salt on her most painful place.
Lu Huaijing, his husband, even though he knew that the person who beat her was related to Song Yihuan, he still chose to take care of Song Yihuan.
Nan Yan bit her lip and looked out the window, the pain in her eyes barely concealable.
As if aware of her low pressure, Ji Yuanchen glanced sideways at her and asked, "By the way, do you know that Lu Huaijing?"
After hearing this, Nan Yan came to his senses belatedly, pursed his lips, and then whispered: "We... don't know each other very well."
"That's it!"
Ji Yuanchen did not doubt that he was there, and sent Nan Yan back according to the navigation, and delivered her things to the unit door in a very gentlemanly manner.
"I won't go up. Doctor Gu, you have a good rest and remember to come back for a review!"
Seeing his serious instructions, Nan Yan's gloomy mood improved a little. She nodded in agreement and then entered the door using fingerprint recognition.
Ji Yuanchen stood there and watched her leave. He didn't take out his phone until she was out of sight.
After dialing a phone number, a slightly breathy voice soon came from the other end: "Is it done?"
the man asked.
"Yes." Ji Yuanchen's face showed a layer of understanding and shrewdness.
In a low voice, he explained everything that had happened recently, and then added: "Lu Huaijing took Song Yihuan out of the hospital today, and I also told Gu Nanyan about it."
"well done."
The man's voice was lazy. He pushed the woman beside him aside, lit a cigarette, took a puff and said, "Remember to have a good relationship with Gu Nanyan. If necessary, you can use some means."
"yes!"
