The car that hit Xiao Shenglin quickly backed up, stopped at a distance, paused, and then rushed forward suddenly, as if wanting to hit him again. The crowd screamed and scattered. Song Xuanhe ran over there, but was stopped by the man who had just pulled the driver and shouted, "You can't go over there! It's dangerous!"
Zhou Nan looked at Xiao Shenglin lying on the ground in panic. He looked up hesitantly when he noticed the screaming crowd. His pupils suddenly shrank and his body was slower than his brain. He subconsciously stood in front of Xiao Shenglin. However, Xiao Shenglin was still conscious at this time and used all his strength to push Zhou Nan out.
"Lin Zi——"
Zhou Nan's voice was filled with despair, and Song Xuanhe also struggled hard to grab his people.
"Get lost!"
"Master Song, you can't go over there."
Song Xuanhe had some fighting experience, and when he got excited he struggled so hard that the people who grabbed him couldn't hold him back. Other people got out of the car behind immediately, and it took three big men to pin him down completely.
At the same time, the sounds of ambulances and police cars roared in, like a thunder that split the sky, covering up the screams of the panicked people, but unable to stop the car from rushing towards Xiao Shenglin.
The screaming people also realized that the car had hit them with purpose. They stopped panicking and looked in one direction at the same time. Some had terrified faces and some covered their eyes.
These two or three seconds seemed to be composed of countless slow-motion shots from different angles, and finally all the shots focused on one point - Xiao Shenglin lying in a pool of blood and the car that was getting closer and closer to him.
Bang--
Squeak——
Hearing the loud crash and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground, most people subconsciously closed their eyes, unwilling to see such a tragic scene.
Song Xuanhe and Zhou Nan were not among them. They clearly saw another car rushing over on the slope, and crashing the car that was heading towards Xiao Shenglin sideways into a big tree in the green belt. The driver in the car seemed to be seriously injured and fell into a coma.
There was silence at the scene for two seconds. Song Xuanhe broke free from the person holding him and ran towards Xiao Shenglin. Doctors and nurses quickly got off the ambulance that had just arrived, carrying a stretcher and running towards that direction behind Song Xuanhe.
Zhou Nan walked to the side of the car that hit the tree with his fists clenched, opened the door and pulled the driver out, then punched him again and again with red eyes.
Song Xuanhe breathed a sigh of relief after learning from the doctor that Xiao Shenglin was not in danger of life. Seeing Zhou Nan's actions, he pursed his lips, walked over and held him.
"Let me go, I'm going to beat this idiot to death!"
"The ambulance will leave soon." Song Xuanhe said in a cold voice, "I guarantee that this man can't get away. You follow the ambulance, I'll come over later."
Zhou Nan paused for a moment, and finally regained his composure. He clenched his fist and nodded, his throat seemed to be crying: "I leave it to you."
"rest assured."
The ambulance whizzed away. Song Xuanhe Lengleng looked at the driver on the ground. He had just raised his right leg when the next wave of medical staff quickly arrived. He took a deep breath and said to the police who also rushed over: "This man is an international wanted criminal. This time he committed murder with a purpose. You keep an eye on him."
The police just wanted to ask Zhou Nan about the beating, but when they heard Song Xuanhe say this, they were stunned and asked, "How can you be sure?"
Song Xuanhe said: "You can check the surveillance of the traffic accident just now. They have an accomplice who has already escaped."
After saying that, Song Xuanhe turned and walked towards the off-road vehicle that had hit the car. The front of the off-road vehicle was slightly dented, but the owner was fine. He took an ice pack given by the doctor and covered his head with it, leaning against the car door and looking at Song Xuanhe walking towards him.
"Hey comrade!" The policeman chased after him and said, "The impact of today's car accident is extremely bad. We need you to cooperate with our investigation."
Song Xuanhe paused, and the car owner over there saw that he was entangled by someone and walked over automatically.
"I have something else to do." Song Xuanhe glanced at the people who had just held him back and said, "Those people were the ones who first knocked the vehicle away. You can just ask them to take their statements."
"That won't do." The young policeman said righteously, with a very insistent expression: "You have to come along, and the one who just hit someone, if you don't want to go to the hospital, you have to give a statement together."
The car owner who the young policeman said "hit someone" came over. At the same time, another policeman who had been directing the accident also quickly came over. He glanced at the others and landed on the car owner. He smiled and said, "Mr. Wei, I just heard from the director that as a victim of this accident, you don't need to participate in the investigation. You can go back and have a good rest."
Wei Chen put down the ice pack in his hand, revealing a scoundrelly smile. He glanced at Song Xuanhe and said to the policeman, "It's my friend who was injured. I think he urgently needs treatment and recuperation. I wonder if the record can be changed to a more appropriate time, after he is better."
The young policeman paused after hearing this and said, "He doesn't have any injuries at all..."
"Of course, of course!" His boss glared at him and interrupted him, saying, "There's no rush to take the notes. This gentleman can come back when he has time after recuperating."
The young policeman was dragged away by his superior, and he could still hear the scolding from a few steps away.
Song Xuanhe turned to look at Wei Chen, the tense emotions in his eyes relaxed a little, and he said seriously: "Thank you."
Wei Chen threw the ice pack into his hand, with a scoundrel look on his face: "Xiao Shenglin is also my friend, why are you thanking me?"
Song Xuanhe just looked at him with a slightly sarcastic smile on his face.
Wei Chen paused, pointed at the ice pack and said, "Alright, you and Zhou Nan are friends, but I can't. When you struggle, you really can't tell friend from foe, and when you get angry, you can even punch yourself in the face."
Song Xuanhe returned the ice pack to him and said seriously, "I don't need it. Thank you very much for this."
Wei Chen thought for a moment and said, "Then please treat me to a meal."
Seeing Song Xuanhe looking at him, Wei Chen raised his eyebrows: "Are you just saying thank you verbally?"
Song Xuanhe's pursed lips relaxed, and his eyes, which had been cold all along, finally revealed a smile. He said, "You can choose the place."
"Let's go." Wei Chen pointed to his car and said, "You should go to the hospital now. My car can still be driven. I'll take you there."
Song Xuanhe was indeed in a hurry to go to the hospital, and he did not refuse. He just glanced hesitantly at the SUV that had just been hit hard but did not seem to be seriously damaged, and said, "Are you sure you won't let me get hurt again?"
Wei Chen clicked his tongue and said with a smile: "When was the first time you were hurt?"
Song Xuanhe walked to the car, opened the door, and turned back calmly: "Didn't you say that?"
Looking at the person who had already got into the car, Wei Chen licked his dry lips, suddenly laughed, stood there for a few seconds before walking over.
As soon as he got into Wei Chen's car, Song Xuanhe noticed something different. Seeing Wei Chen getting in the car, he couldn't help but ask, "Where did you modify this car?"
"I modified it myself." Wei Chen started the car and asked, "How is it?"
"Not bad." Thinking of how sturdy the car was when it crashed just now, Song Xuanhe was suddenly tempted, but he also knew that he would leave soon and would not be able to use it, so he just asked: "You must have replaced the entire shell to modify the car like this, how long did it take?"
"Half a year." Wei Chen smiled and said, "My dad thought I was not doing my job properly because of this incident, so he asked me to work on medical robots. Otherwise, I would still be running a car repair shop. He made my dream career just a hobby, but it's not bad either."
Song Xuanhe said: "With your skills, you won't lose money if you open a car repair shop."
Wei Chen raised his eyebrows and said, "It's rare to hear you praise me. I thought you couldn't find any good points in me."
Song Xuanhe curled his lips and said nothing.
"I still remember that you were very dissatisfied with me the first time you saw me." Wei Chen continued: "At that time in the hospital, I wanted to compensate you but you refused. I was wondering if I had offended you before. Later, I thought about it for a long time and couldn't think of it. Song Er, I really didn't offend you before, right?"
"without."
Song Xuanhe answered with certainty.
"Then why did you dislike me the first time you saw me? I still remember the way you yelled at me to call an ambulance in the heavy rain."
Song Xuanhe glanced at him and said, "Can you greet the driver who hit your boyfriend with a smile?"
After he finished speaking, Song Xuanhe and Wei Chen were both stunned.
After a few seconds of silence, Wei Chen asked, "What's going on between you and Xiao Yuanmu?"
Song Xuan had just experienced a huge ups and downs, and his brain was tense. The words he just blurted out made his already confused mind even more confused. He closed his eyes and calmly sorted out his thoughts, while saying lightly: "Don't you know?"
"What do I know?" Wei Chen played dumb. "We haven't seen each other much since Xiao Yuanmu left. I helped you at the banquet but you turned your back on me. The same thing happened with Zhou Rong. I never heard you say thank you. But today I heard you say thank you for saving Xiao Shenglin. Not to mention Xiao Yuanmu. I didn't have much friendship with him to begin with, and we have even less contact because we are separated by the Pacific Ocean."
Song Xuanhe sneered: "Isn't the medical robot project between you and Xiao Yuanmu enough for you to contact each other?"
Hearing Song Xuanhe's confident tone, Wei Chen also remained calm and said innocently, "My partners are clearly listed in the company encyclopedia. There is no Xiao Yuanmu."
Song Xuanhe raised his lips in a sarcastic arc when he heard this and stopped talking.
After driving for a while in silence, the smile on Wei Chen's face faded. He said, "I heard you took a long vacation."
Song Xuanhe hummed a sound similar to "hmm" from his nose, which counted as an acknowledgment.
"Have you decided where to go?"
"without."
"I heard you had plans."
Song Xuanhe opened his eyes and said impatiently, "I noticed that you've heard a lot of things. Do you have extra ears or are there too many people around you with long tongues?"
Wei Chen paused and suddenly laughed out loud.
Song Xuanhe squinted at him, and Wei Chen said, "I noticed that you seem to have a particularly bad temper towards me."
"Does this please you?"
"Happy." Wei Chen smiled carefreely, with a hint of scoundrelliness: "This is another reason why I am special to you, isn't it?"
Song Xuanhe's gaze lingered on the smile on his lips for a few seconds. These few seconds reminded him of the scene when he first met Wei Chen. Just like now, he was as thick-skinned and frank as ever.
Arriving at the hospital, Song Xuanhe quickly found himself outside the operating room where Xiao Shenglin was staying. Seeing Zhou Nan, whose body was still wrapped in gauze, he breathed a sigh of relief. Zhou Nan would take care of the wound, and he looked calm, which meant that Xiao Shenglin's injury was not that serious.
Seeing them coming over, Zhou Nan greeted them, his voice a little hoarse, and said to Song Xuanhe: "The doctor said that Linzi is fine. Although he broke a few bones, his internal organs were not injured."
Song Xuanhe finally let go of his worries, but his face was very calm. He said, "The driver's injuries should be more serious than Lin Zi's. We don't know what the situation is now. The other one ran away, and it is estimated that it is unlikely to be found. However, this incident has caused such a big stir, Lin Zi should be safe now."
When Zhou Nan heard Song Xuanhe talking about the two drivers, anger appeared on his calm face again, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I want to kill Xiao Bocong."
Wei Chen's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard this, but he was very tactful and didn't say anything. Song Xuanhe patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice: "This matter will be explained."
After Zhou Nan vented his anger, he looked at Wei Chen and said, "Brother, thank you for today. I won't say anything else. I know you don't lack those empty things. In the future, as long as you need us, the three of us will definitely go there without hesitation."
Wei Chen looked at Song Xuanhe and said meaningfully, "No hesitation? Xuanhe is the same?"
Song Xuanhe curved his eyes, curled his lips and said, "Of course it's the same, but how do you think I can do it without hesitation?"
Seeing Song Xuanhe readily agreed, Wei Chen smiled and turned to Zhou Nan and said, "Xuanhe and I have already agreed that he will treat me to a meal. This is my way of thanking him."
Zhou Nan frowned and said, "How can this be possible? A meal..."
"I would have saved him even if it was someone else. Besides, although Xiao Shenglin and I are not very close friends, we are still acquaintances of mine. Do you want me to watch him get run over by a car?" Wei Chen patted Zhou Nan's shoulder and said, "Alright, we are friends, so don't say so much."
Zhou Nan nodded, her eyes still red, and said to him: "Then we can't let Song Er treat you alone. When the forest is ready, the three of us will treat you together."
Wei Chen paused with a smile on his face, and said in a very firm tone: "No need to be so troublesome."
"That's a must!" Zhou Nan insisted, "You saved Lin Zi in the first place. Even if Song Er and I don't invite you, Lin Zi will have to invite you."
"Each of you three should treat me to a meal." Wei Chen said, "Please treat each of you separately."
Zhou Nan was stunned for a moment and wanted to ask why, but then he thought again and felt that it made sense. Treating three meals at least sounded more sincere than treating just one.
Before, he always thought that Wei Chen was like those princes in the deepest part of the compound, who looked easy to talk to but were actually distant and arrogant. After talking to him this time, he realized that he had actually misunderstood him.
Song Xuanhe asked: "Did the doctor say how long the operation would take?"
"No." Zhou Nan said, "But a doctor came out earlier and said it was nothing serious."
Song Xuanhe nodded, and just as he was about to continue asking, his cell phone rang.
After glancing at the caller ID and thinking of the people who had just pulled him, he pursed his lips and put the phone back in his pocket.
However, he didn't answer the phone, and the other side kept calling. The ringing continued over and over again. Zhou Nan couldn't help but ask, "Who is it?"
Song Xuanhe pursed his lips slightly and said lightly: "My dad."
Zhou Nan nodded and didn't ask any more questions. It was normal for Song Xuanhe not to answer Song Guochao's call.
He turned around and continued to talk to Wei Chen: "To sum it up, you not only saved Lin Zi, but also Song Er. Last time, when Zhou Rong was in trouble, I was stuck in traffic and couldn't get there. If you hadn't gotten there in time, Song Er wouldn't be standing here now. You saved two lives by yourself. I'm sure you'll be my brother."
Wei Chen listened to the ringing of his cell phone and raised his eyebrows to Zhou Nan, "I always thought we were friends for a long time."
"More than just friends." Zhou Nan put his arm around Wei Chen's shoulders and said, "We are good buddies now."
Song Xuanhe's phone was still ringing. Zhou Nan turned around and said, "Your dad is really persistent. My dad usually throws his phone away after he calls me twice and I don't answer. Your dad is really patient."
Wei Chen also looked at Song Xuanhe, and said with a curled lip: "It's not good to make noise in this hospital, why don't you turn off your phone."
Song Xuanhe glanced at him and said to Zhou Nan, "I'm going to answer a call."
After saying that, he took out his cell phone and walked away.
Zhou Nan was stunned for a moment, then pointed at Song Xuanhe's back and said, "This is weird. This is the first time I've seen Song Er answer his father's call. It turns out that he didn't answer my previous calls because I didn't call enough."
The smile on Wei Chen's face faded, and he said calmly: "He doesn't want to answer, no matter how many times you call, it's useless."
…
Walking to a secluded corner, Song Xuanhe pressed the connect button and said calmly, "What's the matter?"
"Are you okay?"
Song Xuanhe sneered and said, "I don't understand what you are saying."
This time, Xiao Yuanmu didn't play dumb with him. His cold voice was a little tense, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a hint of anger and worry: "You can't help in that situation. In this case, shouldn't you ensure your own safety first?"
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and said skillfully, "I didn't expect that the eldest young master of the Xiao family, who is more than 10,000 kilometers away, is so well-informed. The car accident happened less than two hours ago, and there is a time lag for real-time reports. Moreover, I haven't seen the reporters yet, but Young Master Xiao knew about it so quickly. It shows that he is really worried about my safety."
Song Xuanhe emphasized the tone of the last sentence, and every word contained undiminished sarcasm which reached Xiao Yuanmu's ears.
"Song Xuanhe." Xiao Yuanmu tightened his hands on his side and said, "I don't think my people did anything wrong."
"Right." Song Xuanhe's eyes were full of coldness, and he sneered, "How could your people be wrong? You did nothing wrong when you put them next to me to hide and watch my every move. There was nothing wrong with reporting to you at any time. How could it be wrong to protect my safety and stop me from saving my friends?"
Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyelashes, and the gloom and coldness suppressed in his body made Louis, who came in to urge him to interrupt the meeting, stunned for a moment, took a step back and said to Yang Jie: "What's wrong with him?"
Yang Jie also just came in, but he knew more than Louis because the people from China reported to him first, so he decided to interrupt the meeting and tell Xiao Yuanmu.
However, he thought Xiao Yuanmu should be worried at the moment, so he called Louis to help him relax, but he didn't expect the situation to be different from what he imagined.
Yang Jie hadn't seen Xiao Yuanmu so emotionally exposed for a long time.
"Let's go." Yang Jie whispered to Louis, "Let's go out."
Louis also knew that it was not appropriate to stay any longer, so he followed Yang Jie in quietly and closed the office door quietly.
Song Xuanhe hadn't heard Xiao Yuanmu's voice. He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger boiling in his chest and other extremely complicated emotions that had been pent up for who knows how long, and said calmly: "I don't want to talk to you now, I'll..."
"My stomach hurts..."
Song Xuanhe was stunned and opened his mouth, but he didn't say the last word.
"I don't know when it started." Xiao Yuanmu said calmly, "When I encounter something that makes me nervous, disgusted, or repulsive, my stomach hurts, but I can always endure it. But before I heard your voice just now, I thought I couldn't bear it this time."
Song Xuanhe clenched his phone tightly. For some reason, he felt a sour feeling rushing to his nose and eyes, which was very confusing.
"But it feels good to hear your voice." Xiao Yuanmu lowered his head slightly and looked at the hand covering his stomach: "But when you said those words just now, I felt pain again."
"Song Xuanhe." Xiao Yuanmu pursed his pale lips, and pressed his hands tightly on his stomach, which was churning and aching. For the first time, he felt the stomach pain so unbearable: "I'm afraid something will happen to you."
When Song Xuanhe heard Xiao Yuanmu's hoarse voice saying the word "afraid", veins popped out on his hand holding the phone. His eyes, which were originally just sore, instantly turned red. His Adam's apple rolled, and he took a deep breath before saying, "I won't be in any trouble."
Xiao Yuanmu curled his lips and said, "But I dare not take the slightest risk."
"I always have the illusion that you might leave me at any time," Xiao Yuanmu tightened his hands around his stomach, and bent his waist slightly, but his voice was hoarse and nothing else could be heard. "Song Xuanhe, can you promise that you will never leave me?"
Song Xuanhe opened his mouth, a little smile appeared on his lips, he looked into the distance, looking at a point in the void, and said: "We are talking about the issue of you sending people to follow me, Xiao Yuanmu, your tricks of changing the subject are getting worse and worse."
"Do you love me, then?"
Xiao Yuanmu's voice was no longer as clear as before; it was now extremely low and hoarse.
Song Xuanhe asked: "Where are you now? Does your stomach hurt a lot? Where is Yang Jie?"
"Company." A trace of disappointment flashed across Xiao Yuanmu's eyes. His back, which had just been slightly bent, straightened up again and answered his questions one by one: "It doesn't hurt much anymore. Yang Jie is in a meeting."
"Then ask your secretary to come in right now and bring you some stomach medicine or send you to the hospital."
"It's useless." The stomachache was much less severe than before, and it was already to a level that he could adapt to. He walked to the French window, looked in the distance, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are not angry anymore, okay?"
——Are you not angry anymore?
This sentence echoed in Song Xuanhe's ears, the fusion of the boy's clear voice and the man's low voice, the pretending to be cold and immature and the pretending to be calm and mature, the voice and the face merged, overlapping the original Xiao Yuanmu with the current Xiao Yuanmu, Song Xuanhe seemed to see Xiao Yuanmu lowering his eyes and pursing his lips at this moment.
Leaning against the wall, his voice was light but serious: "Okay."
I don’t know if he was answering the person on the other end of the phone, or the boy from long ago.
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