Chapter 588

"Pa!"

Luo Haiping reacted from his panic, slapped his mistress's son in the face and scolded: "you son of a dog, I feed, drink and go to school for your mother and son. You beat my daughter. One of her hair is more precious than you!"

The high school student probably didn't expect that Chen Hansheng was blocked with his bare hands. He looked up at Chen Hansheng and was shocked. After Luo Haiping slapped him, the steel bar "clanged" off, and the person shook and didn't stand firm.

"Luo Haiping, don't hit my son!"

The woman in mink struggled to stand up. Her ankle was probably twisted. She limped upstairs to fight with Luo Haiping.

"Luo Xuan, are you okay?"

Huang Xiaoxia also rushed over and held Luo Xuan in her arms and cried.

Her legs are trembling. Luo Xuan is really going to be hit by steel bars. Huang Xiaoxia doesn't know what to do in the future.

Only Chen Hansheng looked left and right. He found that everyone was very lively. It seemed that they had forgotten the hero. He had to poke Huang Xiaoxia: "Aunt Huang, don't cry first. Do you have safflower oil at home, or you can find me safflower oil first and then cry."

"Yes! My head is confused when I'm afraid."

Huang Xiaoxia hurriedly took Chen Hansheng back to the house, but Chen Hansheng had many hearts. He was worried about another accident and picked up the steel bar.

This kind of steel bar is a common thing on the construction site. The small part looks like more than 20 cm. Unexpectedly, it is very easy to hit people.

Chen Hansheng sat on the wooden floor. After taking off his down jacket, he found a conspicuous mark on his arm.

Fortunately, this is the place with the most muscles. In addition, I wear cotton padded jacket and down jacket in winter, so it's just a trauma. However, under the heavy blow, a layer of red blood seeps from under the skin.

"Does it hurt, senior brother?"

With tears in her eyes, Luo Xuan stretched out her finger and touched it gently.

"What do you say?"

Chen Hansheng said angrily, "you are crazy. If I hadn't stopped you just now, you would have to go to the hospital for rescue."

"I'm sorry..."

Luo Xuan was very distressed. She stared at the impression and suddenly fell down slowly, putting her white face close to Chen Hansheng's arm. Just after Luo Haiping taught his mistress mother and son a lesson, she walked in and was embarrassed to see this scene.

Luo Haiping is not a fool. He immediately understands that the entanglement between Luo Xuan and Chen Hansheng is more complicated than expected.

Although it's not a boyfriend / girlfriend relationship, Chen Hansheng doesn't want Luo Xuan to be hurt. He prefers to bear it himself······

"Cough."

Chen Hansheng coughed and pushed Luo Xuan's head away with his other hand: "go away. The tears are too salty. It hurts my wound."

In the living room, inexplicable and embarrassing.

Until Huang Xiaoxia came out of the bedroom, she was ready to change clothes and go downstairs: "there is no safflower oil at home, and there is no bruise cream. I'll go to the drugstore to buy some."

"No, Aunt Huang. Now the drugstores are closed."

Chen Hansheng took out his mobile phone and said, "I'll have it sent."

"Zibo."

Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo are welcome: "you send some safflower oil, and I'll be at 501, unit 3, building 8, Yujing garden."

"What do you want that thing for? Is anyone hurt?"

Wang Zibo asked strangely.

"I was beaten, damn it!"

Chen Hansheng said sadly.

"Who called?"

Wang Zibo was surprised and immediately heard his voice rushing out in his shoes: "Xiao Chen, how are you? Are you okay? Fuck who hit you..."

"All right, all right, hurry up."

Chen Hansheng was very impatient: "I can't die for a while and a half."

"Creak ~"

At this time, the security door was opened, and the figure of Luo Haiping's mistress mother and son also appeared.

The mink woman looked timid. She didn't have the high arrogance and show off just now. She kept pushing her son's back and said, "apologize quickly, apologize quickly."

This woman's way of life is very special. She has to rely on men and is used to relying on men. Therefore, even if she rolls down the stairs, she still dare not leave rich Luo Haiping in the end.

However, high school students are very tough. Although their faces are engraved with finger prints, they still stubbornly lower their heads and refuse to speak.

High school students are probably difficult to understand. He never thought that it would be difficult for a woman who has no formal job, no professional skills, but a little beautiful to raise a child.

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Wang Zibo moved quickly. Soon he heard the sound of "pedaling" climbing the building. When he appeared at the door panting, he also brought in a burst of cold wind outside, which slightly diluted the tense atmosphere in the house.

"Hoo, hoo, Hoo

Wang Zibo adjusted his breathing and looked at the situation in the living room.

The best friend sat on the floor, bared his coat without scruples, with a cigarette in his mouth, and knocked with a steel bar in his hand.

Chen Hansheng is surrounded by Luo Xuan with tears on his face. Luo Xuan's mother Huang Xiaoxia also knows him, but the other three have not seen him.

"Don't be silly."

Chen Hansheng pointed to his arm: "come and take the medicine."

"Oh, good."

Seeing the red mark, Wang Zibo nodded and asked, "who hit you?"

"Here."

Chen Hansheng said to Nunu, a high school student, "he hit it with steel bars."

Wang Zibo stared at the high school students, but before squatting down, he suddenly pulled out a sharp fruit knife from his waist and put it on the ground with a "clang".

Luo Haiping's mistress's eyelids jumped. Although the later young man looked very simple, he was also more stocky. Her high school students' sons raised their heads and stared at the reflective blades.

Chen Hansheng grinned. Wang Zibo is really counselled in feelings and women, but he is not vague in righteousness, and he also has a blood factor in his bones. Otherwise, how could he prefer not to earn part-time income after Chen Hansheng's "bankruptcy" and insist on quitting rocket 101.

Brothers, we have to advance and retreat together. When I was a child, Chen Hansheng liked to provoke everywhere. Although Wang Zibo didn't like fighting, he was always forced to participate every time.

When he heard that Chen Hansheng was injured tonight, he really thought something had happened and brought a knife, both for self-defense and deterrence.

Wang Zibo poured some safflower oil in the palm of his hand and applied it to Chen Hansheng's wound. The stimulation brought by the strong smell of safflower oil filled everyone's breath.

"How to solve this?"

While enjoying Wang Zibo's rubbing, Chen Hansheng asked the mother and son with hot skin on his arm.

"Can we apologize and don't call the police?"

The woman in mink was a little frightened. If she hadn't smashed Luo Xuan, everything would be easy to say, but now Luo Haiping wants to kill herself.

In the face of people like Luo Haiping, there is no room for resistance.

"Hum, I'm not afraid to call the police."

Chen Hansheng said that he was very single. He stood up and stretched his arm. Under the action of safflower oil, the pain has basically disappeared. He can rest tonight and be more than half better tomorrow.

"But your son's attitude annoys me."

Chen Hansheng approached with a fork: "Mingming hit me as if he had been greatly wronged."

"No, no, he's such a child. He doesn't like to talk much. He already knows he's wrong

The mother of a high school student quickly identified.

"No."

Chen Hansheng shook his head: "I came from this age. He didn't admit that he was wrong. I know very well that high school students at this age always think they can do anything. They are not afraid that the police will not accept the teachers and look down on their parents."

"However, they are more afraid of some ignorant students in the school."

Chen Hansheng immediately took out his mobile phone and called Zhang Weiyu: "ask me who is more beautiful in Haizhou middle school now."

"Who is more beautiful" is a polite statement. Chen Hansheng almost said "who is the shoulder of Haizhou middle school now".

"What are you doing?"

The middle-aged woman was stunned.

Chen Hansheng didn't say a word. Zhang Weiyu came back in two minutes. Chen Hansheng deliberately pressed the hands-free loudspeaker, and Zhang Weiyu's voice came out: "how many people in charge of Haizhou middle school, Zheng Qifeng, Hu Dapeng..."

Zhang Weiyu wrote a series of names in the newspaper and finally asked, "President Chen, who are you going to deal with?"

"Wait a minute."

Chen Hansheng bent down, handed the cell phone to the high school student who hurt himself, and asked with a smile, "aren't you a cow? Dare you say your name?"

The so-called snake has seven inches, and people have weaknesses. As long as the right medicine is applied to the case, there is no problem that can not be solved. The high school student who was stubborn and didn't bow his head just now is already uneasy in his eyes.

His lips moved and he didn't know how to speak.

"In fact, I can find out if you don't say it."

Chen Hansheng said confidently.

"I know, I know, we apologize, we were really wrong

The woman in mink hurriedly bent down and bowed and beat her son hard to make him apologize.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

Finally, the high school student apologized, although his voice was as low as a mosquito.

"Come on, I hear you."

Chen Hansheng waved and put on his down jacket with the help of Wang Zibo and Luo Xuan: "I got a stick and your mother was pushed. It was even. Your apology was actually said to Aunt Huang. You have to admit a mistake when you make trouble at the door during the Chinese New Year."

A word made Luo Haiping's face red. Chen Hansheng was blaming himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Luo Haiping's mistress saw that Chen Hansheng forgave herself and just wanted to leave with her son.

"Wait!"

Chen Hansheng shouted behind his back.

The woman was startled. As soon as she turned around, she suddenly saw Chen Hansheng throw something over. When she received it, she found that it was the bottle of safflower oil.

"Go downstairs and find a place to wipe it. The sooner the better."

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