Say Cheese, My Dear Husband!

deliberately provoke

With the help of Ye Shu, Lin Youwen slowly stood up.

Looking at his limping appearance, he Xinying felt bad.

"Sir, let's take you to the hospital for an examination."

When Lin Youwen heard this, he said angrily, "even so, we still have to talk about the compensation after that!"

Aggressive appearance, let Ye Shu almost didn't resist scolding, was he Xinying to stop in time.

Opening the front passenger's door, she helped Lin Youwen get in.

Sitting in the back, he Xinying took Xiaochen's hand, looked to the front and asked, "Sir, can you let me send the child to school first? Soon, I'll take a turn to get there..."

He waved his hand at will and frowned. Lin Youwen complained impatiently. After mumbling, he finally agreed. As long as he had money, he could say anything.

After calming Xiaochen's mood, he Xinying gives Xiaochen to the teacher in a hurry. After a few words, she runs back to the car. Then the car makes a detour and goes to the nearby hospital for examination.

While waiting for the results of the comprehensive examination, he Xinying was anxiously pacing outside.

After a meeting, the doctor came out with a film in his hand, while Lin Youwen limped behind.

"Fortunately, in addition to the slight leg injury, there are no other parts of the problem, nothing serious, cast a plaster for a few days."

The doctor took off his mask and relaxed his face.

He Xinying and ye Shu are also relaxed, but Lin Youwen is not happy

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"What do you mean it doesn't matter? My leg hurts. I don't care. You have to pay for my mental loss. Ah, my head feels a little dizzy. Is it a concussion?"

Holding his head, Lin Youwen points at he Xinying and ye Shu.

"It really shows that all the examinations are OK. Specifically, you can go outside and have a chat. If there are other situations, you can have another examination." The doctor also recognized the mistake, but did not want to muddy water, just pointed to the film, left a sentence, and left in a hurry.

After coming out of the hospital, Lin Youwen quarrels with the first two people. He Xinying feels deeply frustrated and powerless.

"I don't care. Now I'm dizzy and weak. If you don't give me some explanation today, you won't want to leave!" Fingers in front of the two people pulled a circle, Lin Youwen clenched them do not let go.

"Hey, you son of a bitch, don't you just lie about stealing money?" Ye Shuyi pushed him away

Stretched over the fingers, can't help scolding up, rough face showed disgust expression.

He strides forward, grabs Lin Youwen by the collar and lifts him up. He is used to the life of a rude man, but he can't see this kind of crook.

Thin Lin Youwen, legs fluttered in the air a few times, red face, saliva, forced to pick Uncle Ye's hand, "you hit a person is reasonable, still don't let go, I want to call the police!"

Because of his loud roar, a small group of onlookers soon gathered at the gate of the hospital.

He Xinying also has a headache. She pulls Uncle Ye's clothes and says, "Uncle Ye, forget it. Let him go first." As more and more passers-by gather their eyes here, she doesn't want to make a big deal.

Although the conclusion just given by the hospital is that it's OK, she doesn't want to pester the man any more because he won't give up until he gets the money.

From the nose inside spouted a mouth thick gas, leaf uncle's hand loosen or pushed him back one.

Faltering a few steps to stabilize the body, Lin Youwen iron green face again up, he Xinying timely forward block in front of Uncle Ye.

"Come on, we'll give you money. How much do you want?" He Xinying looks up and asks him about his wallet.

She thought that no matter how much she had, she would get one or two thousand yuan. It's not a big injury. It shouldn't cost much to cast.

Lin Youwen pretended to think about it for a while, and finally said casually with an expression of debt: "look, you are all rich people, so give me 20000, not much."

Shaking his legs, he looked like a real rogue, and his eyes kept on congratulating Xinying for her money

Look inside the bag.

"Twenty thousand?" Can't help but raise the voice, he Xinying stare big eyes, can't believe to look at him, count money action meal, the crowd around also spread a burst of sigh.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he Xinying was speechless.

She doesn't have so much money on her body now, and she is only slightly injured. Why should she give up 20000 yuan.

It's not a fraud. She's easy to talk, but she's not that stupid.

Don't say 20000. Now she doesn't have 10000. Is it hard to ask Shen Junquan?

As soon as the idea came out, she strangled it in her infancy, which she couldn't do.

"You son of a bitch, I think you just need to clean up. Why don't you steal 20000 yuan? It's good to give you 200 yuan like this!"

Ye Shuyi stopped and was in a hurry. He rolled up his sleeves and looked at Lin Youwen. He wanted to give him a punch.

Young people nowadays have to come up with false money to learn something bad.

"Uncle Ye, don't hit people!"

Exclaimed, he Xinying was frightened by Uncle Ye's momentum, afraid that he would hit others, and quickly held him.

"Don't worry, miss. If I don't do it, I'll educate this smelly boy today."

With a dull snort, ye Shuba took he Xinying's hand and pointed to Lin Youwen's nose to scold him.

They quarrel with each other. Lin Youwen asks passers-by to call the police and quarrels with Uncle Ye. He Xinying is worried.

Because Lin Youwen insisted that he Xinying was the one who drove the car and she refused to pay for it, the police let him and he Xinying take a confession first.

No matter how Uncle Ren explained it, the police refused to let he Xinying go back. He said that he had to investigate further, and his face became more and more wrinkled.

Although he Xinying repeatedly told Shen Junquan not to tell him about it, in the face of the immediate situation, the helpless Ye Shu took out his mobile phone and called him. Shen Junquan, who is bowing his head to deal with official business, is now concentrating his eyes on the black and white pages of documents, with ten lines at a glance.

Clenched lips, as if thinking about something, pen in hand, ready to outline what.

Feeling the vibration of the mobile phone at the desk, I glanced at it and slid my slender finger to the answer column.

Calm voice, micro raised his eyes and asked: "Uncle Ye, what's the matter?"

"Young master, please come to the police station. We have been misunderstood."

As soon as the phone was put through, ye shulue's anxious voice rang out at the other end of the phone.

Shen Junquan looked up, his eyes stagnated, and then he became sharper and sharper.

"What's the matter?"

Speaking, Shen Junquan looks calm, but only Shen Junquan himself knows his mood at the moment.