This stepmother is a bit crazy

Chapter 3 Doubting Her
By the time everyone saw clearly, the wooden warehouse in Xiaosi's hands had returned to Zhou Zekai and Zhao Lin.

Jiang Linran, who had originally kidnapped the man, stood aside gasping for breath while covering the wound on his neck.

The man and Xiao Si were already in the hands of Zhou Zekai and Zhao Lin, with their hands behind their backs and their faces down, pressed on the floor of the carriage, unable to move.

The police followed them, took out handcuffs, and cuffed them on their wrists.

Then after Zhou Zekai and the others let go of their legs, they pulled them up.

"are you OK?"

Zhou Zekai looked at Jiang Linran who was standing aside, covering his neck.

Jiang Linran's face was pale and he shook his head: "It's not bad, just a little broken."

"Go ahead and make some bread."

Zhou Zekai looked at Jiang Linran with an inadvertently searching look.

Others may not have seen it clearly, but he could see it clearly. Just now, she took advantage of the man's relaxation when he was about to touch Mucang, and tapped the man's arm holding the knife with her backhand as fast as lightning.

Then, the moment the knife in the man's hand fell, he stepped forward, bent over, and stepped aside quickly.

Move the man to subdue him and move him out of the way.

Jiang Linran looked at the noisy carriage and nodded.

Zhou Zekai protected Jiang Linran and followed the police towards the sleeper car.

"Xiaoran, are you okay?"

When passing by Zhang Dalan, Zhang Dalan asked almost crying.

"I'm fine, Sister Dalan, you go over there first, I'll be back in a minute to bandage it."

"Ah."

Arriving at the sleeper car, Zhou Zekai asked the conductor on the car, pointing out Jiang Linran: "Do you have any medicine for injuries?"

The flight attendant who had just experienced the chaos didn't seem to have come out of the chaos just now. He nodded and shook his head: "I don't know. I'll have to find out and find out."

"I have it, in my package."

Jiang Linran interrupted.

Zhou Zekai looked at Zhao Lin.

Zhao Lin touched his head and said, "I'll get it."

Not much.

Zhao Lin came in with a big package and put it on the lower bunk.

Zhou Zekai looked at the package, worried that there was something inside that would be inconvenient for outsiders to see, and hesitated: "Can I open it?"

Jiang Linran nodded and sighed silently. Did he think she didn't bleed enough?Why are you so annoying?

He directed Zhou Zekai to open the package and find the small bottle containing the medicinal powder.

Zhou Zekai opened the cork of the small bottle and smelled the faint herbal smell: "Sprinkle it directly?"

Jiang Linran finally couldn't bear it anymore and frowned slightly, and said impatiently: "Yeah" If you don't just sprinkle it, what else do you want?

If she had known it earlier, she might as well have asked Zhang Dalan to bandage it for her.

Seeing her impatience, Zhou Zekai pursed his lips and carefully sprinkled the brown powder on the wound on her neck.

When the wound stopped bleeding, he picked up the gauze and wrapped it around her neck, carefully bandaging it several times.

"Tie the knot in the front."

Seeing Zhou Zekai about to tie the knot on the back of her neck, Jiang Linran hurriedly called him.

Zhou Zekai stopped, Jiang Linran's thick and curled eyelashes fluttered a few times, and his bright eyes reflected Zhou Zekai's shadow: "Fight the front, I will do it myself." "Fight the back, I don't feel safe, what if someone pulls it off? All of a sudden, your neck will fall into someone else's hands again."

The pale Jiang Linran teased himself in a relaxed tone.

Her relaxed expression made Zhou Zekai's impression of her a little more complicated.

Is this the reaction a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old girl should have when encountering something like this?
Military and human instincts made doubts arise in Zhou Zekai's heart.

Wait for Jiang Linran to tie the knot himself.

"Thank you."

Zhou Zekai didn't say anything, just looked at Jiang Linran, his deep and inquiring gaze, as if he wanted to see into Jiang Linran's heart.

Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Linran looked at Zhao Lin aside.

Zhao Lin, who knew what Zhou Zekai was thinking, said nothing and just stared at Jiang Linran like Zhou Zekai.

As the eyes of the two people gradually darkened, the meaning of scrutiny was revealed unabashedly, and the two people deliberately exuded a powerful aura that put people under pressure.

Even the most stupid person knows what the two people opposite are thinking at the moment, not to mention Jiang Linran. When she comes to think of it, these two people are doubting her again.

His face was calm, but his heart was trembling slightly.

Trying to control the ups and downs of emotions, he raised the corners of his mouth, smiled, turned his eyes left and right, and looked at them respectively: "If you have anything to say, just say it, I will answer it. If you don't have any, I will take the first step."

Jiang Linran, who was scared but also angry, pretended to be calm and honest.

Putting it aside, his fingers curled up unconsciously, Zhou Zekai stretched out his hand and pressed Jiang Linran's shoulder as he was about to get up.

Jiang Linran's shoulders sank and he sat down again.

Zhou Zekai straightened his back on the lower bunk opposite her, sat down calmly, stared at her quietly for a moment, and then slowly said: "What did you do to that man's arm just now?"

Jiang Linran suddenly realized that he had seen this little action just now.

If you don't tell the truth, I'm afraid it will cause you other unnecessary trouble.

Sighing, he reached into his pocket and took out a silver needle, which was about the same thickness as a sewing needle and longer than a sewing needle: "I just used this silver needle to prick the man's sore tendon, so that his arm Temporary soreness and numbness.”

When Zhou Zekai and Zhao Lin heard this, a flash of surprise flashed in their eyes.

Zhou Zekai took the silver needle from Jiang Linran's hand, raised it, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then asked in a calm tone: "How did you do this?"

Just know it is like this, one question after another.

"My grandpa is an old Chinese medicine doctor, he taught me this."

"Your grandpa is..."

"stop!"

Jiang Linran suddenly raised a palm impatiently, interrupting what Zhou Zekai was about to say. He frowned displeasedly and crackled his mouth like a machine gun: "I know what you want to ask? My mother's name is Lin Zhen. , passed away during childbirth due to dystocia. My grandfather’s name is Lin Boxuan. He is an old Chinese medicine doctor. His medical skills were learned from my great-grandfather. I grew up with my grandfather. My name is Jiang Linran. I am 16 years old. I used to live with my grandpa in Xiahe Village, Linjia Town, Jiangshan County, Nanjing Province. At the end of last month, after my grandpa passed away, I returned to Beijing.

My father’s name is Jiang Aiguo. He is the workshop director of the Hongxing Machinery Factory in Beijing. He was also a soldier before and changed his job after being injured..."

Jiang Linran patiently took the initiative to explain everything about his situation clearly.

But there was no mention of stepmother Chen Meizhen and her three children. Subconsciously, those people had nothing to do with her.

"Excuse me, are there any questions?"

In Jiang Lin's dark eyes, two small clusters of anger could be vaguely seen.

What did she do to warrant questioning her like this?

"Then why did you grow up with your grandfather?"

(End of this chapter)