As soon as he returned to the old house, he went straight to the hall. At this time, He Wanjun and Grandpa Song were sitting in the hall drinking tea and chatting.
He Wanjun said with a confused look on his face when he saw Song Wenjing coming back. : "Wen Jing, why are you back?"
Grandpa Song said. : "When you're back, come over and have a cup of tea with grandpa."
How could Song Wenjing be in the mood to sit down and have tea together now, he asked suppressing his anger. : "Where's Yang Qian?"
He Wanjun was stunned for a moment. Did he come back to see Yang Qian for something? Without thinking too much, he answered. : "Qianqian is currently in the back garden or having afternoon tea with her friends."
Is she the only one still in the mood for afternoon tea?
"Do you have anything to do with Qianqian?"
He Wanjun asked.
Song Wenjing didn't bother to reply to her, and then went straight to the back garden.
Looking at him like this, he looked a bit wrong and angry.
"No, I think there's something wrong with him looking like this. I'll go over and take a look."
He Wanjun's intuition was quite accurate. After all, his son was born in ten months of pregnancy. He could probably imagine that he was in a bad mood today.
It feels like something is terribly wrong.
Yang Qian was sitting there with some of his good friends in the back garden, talking and laughing, having the usual afternoon tea.
One of the girls with short hair asked. : "Do you think this little bitch will have a concussion after being beaten like this?"
Another girl continued. : "I think it will be possible. I see that the little brother is quite strong. It's no big deal and there will definitely be a concussion."
Yang Qian smiled and said nothing, then picked up the tea cup and took a few sips.
The girl with short hair saw Song Wenjing behind her and reminded her. : "Oh, behind you."
Yang Qian turned around with some confusion and saw Song Wenjing standing behind her. His face was very smelly and dark. That aura is the kind that can kill people.
But Yang Qian couldn't see anything wrong. Instead, she stood up with a smile, walked to his side and asked. : "Brother Wen Jing, why are you back?"
His voice became louder.
Song Wenjing slapped him in the face without saying a word. He never hit anyone, but this time he really couldn't bear it. : "Did you find someone to beat up Su Qing?"
Yang Qian was stunned for a moment after being beaten, and she didn't fully react.
"talk!"
Song Wenjing's voice roared again.
The few women behind were shocked, and then left in despair. : "Qianqian, let's leave first. We will make an appointment next time when we are free."
As soon as he finished speaking, he became dejected and ran faster than a rabbit.
If you don't leave, they may be implicated as well, so if you can still run, run as quickly as possible. After all, offending the Song family is not a good thing.
"Brother Wen Jing, why can't I understand what you are saying?"
She still refused to admit it and insisted that she had not done it, pretending to be innocent.
Song Wenjing felt that it was ridiculous and dared not take it seriously.
He Wanjun was able to come over at this time. Seeing this situation, he quickly came over and stopped between them. : "What's going on? What's going on?"
As soon as Yang Qian saw He Wanjun coming over, she immediately shed tears of grievance. : "Godmother..."
Then she revealed her red slap mark on her face. He Wanjun was immediately shocked when she saw it and asked quickly. : "Qianqian, what's wrong with your face?"
Yang Qian covered her face while crying, and said aggrievedly. : "Brother Wen Jing doesn't know what's going on. He just came up and slapped me for no reason."
Song Wenjing said somewhat unbearably. : "Mom, you know she actually found someone outside to injure Su Qing, and he is still lying in the hospital!"
What?
He Wanjun looked confused. She hadn't recovered from the incident just now, and she was a little overwhelmed when she learned about this incident. : "You mean Qianqian found someone to beat Su Qing?"
Song Wenjing nodded. :"right."
Yang Qian immediately started acting rogue. : "Godmother, I really don't have it, you have to believe me!"
"It's useless for you to act rogue. Li Qiang has already told me everything and he is at the police station now."
As soon as she heard that she was at the police station, Yang Qian was so scared that her feet softened. She didn't want to let him go quietly. She was still so young. What would she do if she went in to leave a case record or something?
Seeing that it was useless no matter how hard he acted, he knelt on the ground, hugging He Wanjun's thigh and cried. : "Godmother, I really know I was wrong. Please don't let me go to the police station and go to jail, okay? I don't want to leave any criminal record. I really didn't mean it."
"I'm just a little angry, but I just want to find someone to vent my anger to. I didn't expect the matter to be so serious."
"Don't let me go into the police station. I can go over and apologize to her until Su Qing forgives me!"
He Wanjun never thought that she could be so bad. Even if she had a problem with Su Qing, she wouldn't do it like this, really!
He said somewhat in a dilemma. : "Qianqian, it's not that your godmother refuses to help you. You really went too far in this matter. If something happens and a life is lost, can you afford it?"
"I can't help you with this matter."
Upon hearing this, Yang Qian immediately asked her mother to come out and talk. : "Godmother, don't forget, you still owe my mother a favor!"
"If you won't even help me with this, how are you going to repay what you owe my mother?"
Whenever she disagrees with her, she takes out her mother and kidnaps her morally.
But He Wanjun didn't want to do this anymore, and said, "Qianqian, it's useless for you to bring this matter up. You made a mistake, it's a mistake. I can't save you just because I say I can."
Song Wenjing on the side couldn't bear to listen anymore and had no patience to listen to Yang Qian's nonsense here. : "Mom, leave her alone and let the police talk."
"I've called the police, and the police are on their way."
When Yang Qian heard that she had already called the police, her heart felt a lot colder. She knew that there was no point in crying or making trouble.
Soon the police came and took her to the police station.
He Wanjun followed Song Wenjing to the hospital, and she kept asking questions along the way. : "Is Qingqing's injury serious now?"
Because I feel that I have some reasons for this incident, no matter what, I still feel a little bit sorry in my heart.
Song Wenjing comforted. : "Mom, this matter is none of your business, you don't need to blame yourself."
This is all Yang Qian's fault.
