The host is charming and charming

Chapter 148 The Sick Junior Begged Me to Coax Him Again (31)

A sense of fear came to his heart, and the man's eyes widened in horror.

He raised his elbow and slammed it behind him, but was tied up a few times by the dog leash that Song Yan casually took in the car.

With a "snap", Song Yan grabbed the man's neck and pushed him against the wall, and said coldly, "Who are you!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

The man struggled and couldn't make a sound, Song Yan looked at him, "It's best not to play tricks on me."

As soon as he let go, the man hurriedly said: "I, I came to find my friend, and I accidentally went the wrong way. I didn't follow on purpose, I really didn't..."

He showed weakness in his tone, deliberately speaking to attract Song Yan's attention, but quickly and skillfully untied the rope with both hands.

When Song Yan realized that something was wrong, he punched Song Yan with his backhand. Song Yan raised his hand to block it, and was knocked against the wall by the huge impact.

The two wrestled together, one door away was Zhaoge's room door.

Afraid that Song Yan would call for help, the man directly pulled out the dagger from his pocket.

Song Yan didn't call for help, but when he saw the man rushing towards him with a dagger, he instantly twisted the man's wrist.

The man snorted, Song Yan came back to his senses, seemed to think of something, and suddenly relaxed a little.

As soon as it was loosened, the man's dagger cut a hole along his abdomen.

Song Yan gasped, and the two of them stopped at the same time.

The man thought he had killed someone, and the hand holding the dagger trembled a little. Song Yan slowly raised his head, and there was a faint bloodthirsty excitement on his face.

The man was also shocked by Song Yan's unusual reaction. Song Yan directly punched him in the face, and the man fell to the ground instantly.

He looked at Song Yan who kept approaching, and suddenly realized that the opponent was not unable to beat him, but wanted to force himself to fight first.

Fear ran up his spine, and the man felt that the person in front of him was really a lunatic secretly, so he hurriedly walked towards the stairs with all his hands and feet.

Song Yan directly knocked the person unconscious with a palm, which shows his strength.

He looked down at his wound, took off his coat and tied it around his waist to stop the bleeding. He dragged the man's collar with his other hand, like dragging garbage, and walked towards the stairs step by step.

When Zhaoge saw Song Yan again, it was at the police station.

"Song Yan! How are you doing?"

Zhao Ge received a call from the police station and rushed over immediately.

As soon as he entered the waiting room, he immediately saw Song Yan with blood on his clothes.

She hurried over and squatted in front of Song Yan to check his wounds.

Song Yan gave her a hand, pulled her up, and comforted her softly: "It's okay, it's just a gash. Look, it doesn't even need to go to the hospital."

What Song Yan said was half-truth and half-false, and he didn't need to go to the hospital because he had bandaged it in the 120 car.

As for the injury, he was measured when he was in the corridor, and it was really just a not-so-deep cut.

The wound was not deep, but stitches were still necessary.

Looking at his pale face, Zhaoge didn't know what to say for a while.

The police just said on the phone that he was the one who insisted on following her to make a statement, and also said that she didn't need to go to the hospital, and she was a three-year-old child?

"Song Yan! Are you stupid or not? I don't know if I called the police immediately. He has a knife on him!"

"Sister..."

When Song Yan yelled, Zhaoge's anger was suffocated, and she couldn't get up or down. She said angrily, "Why?"

"Keep your voice down, you're giving me a headache."

Song Yan rubbed his ears, looked up at Zhaoge standing in front of him, and joked.

Zhaoge's eyes fell on Song Yan's wound again, and he wanted to touch it with his outstretched hand but dared not.

Song Yan raised his hand, held her cool fingers, and said softly: "It's okay, I really don't hurt."

After being stunned for a moment, Zhaoge let go of his hand, stood up straight and said, "Did you let him stab you on purpose, Song Yan, do you want to kill yourself?"

She really didn't expect Song Yan to act so recklessly.

Even though he was in the room, he didn't say anything, thinking about getting rid of the peeping tom by himself.

Song Yan saw that she was angry, and carefully grabbed her wrist, and said softly:
"I don't know if he is a repeat offender, if he directly reports to the police, he will be detained for a few days at most.

If he doesn't go, you will be in danger.

The police haven't found out whether this person has any accomplices. Your place is not safe. It is safer to move to live with your friends recently. "

Song Yan paused, tilted his head slightly, and said with a smile:

"If your friend is inconvenient, I can also take you in. You know, I have a guest room there.

After all, we are friends and we should help each other. "

Zhaoge's worries hadn't let go yet, and Song Yan started joking with her here with a playful smile on her face.

She couldn't help but glared at Song Yan, "What time is it..."

"Dong dong" there was a knock on the door, and a young lady in police uniform gestured politely to Zhaoge:

"Ms. Zhao, I'm sorry. Because it involves your place of residence, you should also make a record."

Zhaoge subconsciously glanced at Song Yan, still a little worried.

Song Yan still had a smile on his face, if it wasn't for the obvious gauze on his waist, it would be more like he came here to drink tea.

He said, "Go, I'll wait for you here."

"Don't run around, wait here."

As soon as Zhaoge left, Song Junzhe opened the door and appeared in the waiting room.

The waiting room and the corridor outside were separated by glass. Song Junzhe looked at Zhaoge's figure disappearing around the corner with a complicated expression, "Xiaoyan, you are too impulsive."

From the second Song Junzhe appeared at the door, the smile on Song Yan's face disappeared.

There was no expression on his face, very flat, "Brother."

Song Junzhe was slightly stunned, and turned to look at Song Yan who was sitting quietly not far away.

Except in front of his parents, he hadn't heard it for a long time, Song Yan took the initiative to call his brother.

When did it start, Song Junzhe never forgot.

Ever since the day Song Yan was rescued from the den of human traffickers, he had lost his younger brother.

Or earlier, when he was left alone, he lost the qualification to let Song Yan call him brother.

Song Yan's "Brother" was not ironic, it was flat, but it made Song Junzhe's nose slightly sore.

"Xiao Yan, what did you call me just now?"

"Brother, it's none of her business, it's my own decision, don't you..."

"Don't worry, I won't trouble Zhaoge."

Song Junzhe added: "Your brother and I are not people who don't know right from wrong, Xiaoyan, you are not wrong in this matter, but there is a better way.

Next time, don't hurt yourself so easily.Otherwise, the person protected by you will blame himself and feel guilty, and the family members will also be sad. "

Seeing Song Junzhe carefully organizing his words, Song Yan had indescribable emotions in his heart.

Some things cannot be unraveled immediately.He knows that Song Junzhe treats him well, but he still needs some time.

He turned his head unnaturally, coughed lightly and said:

"I see. Brother, don't tell your family about this for the time being, can you?"

Song Yan was used to being alone, so he didn't think too much when he did it.

If something really happened to him, not only would he fail to help Zhaoge, but it would also drag her into the vortex.

Song Yan suddenly realized that maybe Song Junzhe was right.

(End of this chapter)