C6

A baseball bat flew from her back and struck her shoulder. She mustered all her strength, making Chen Jiajia feel like her arm was about to be dislocated. They could not catch her. Otherwise, Second Aunt's family would be completely suppressed!

With all these years in her heart, she pushed her way through the crowded night market.

Probably because she was afraid of people calling the police, when Chen Jiajia left the night market, she could no longer find the figures of three hoodlums. She breathed a sigh of relief, still not daring to slack off as she quickened her pace back home.

She opened the door and entered the room. Under the warm light, beads of sweat were dripping down her forehead and her face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

"What's the matter with you?" Why wasn't he asleep at this point? He was sitting on the sofa watching TV and casually jumping around with his T-shirt and shorts. He noticed that she was leaning against the door and was worriedly asking about her situation.

"I'm fine, I'm fine …" Chen Jiajia panted heavily. Remembering what happened just now still left a lingering fear in her heart, if she was to run too slowly, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Are you alright? What happened to your hand? " He Wei's gaze shifted to her arm and reached out to pull it. Unexpectedly, she cried out in pain the moment he touched her clothes.

He retracted his hand as if electrocuted, careful to check, but afraid of hurting her. "Who touched you?"

"Isn't it all about the dispute with the demolition team? Just go report it to the police tomorrow." She pinched the space between her eyebrows in pain and was about to return to her room to rest.

However, when she took a step forward, the man beside her suddenly bent down and grabbed her by the waist.

Without even touching the ground, Chen Jiajia reflexively grabbed onto his clothes, and shouted in panic: "What are you doing? Let me go! "

"Going to the hospital. Don't you know that you've been dislocated!?" What did it mean to be gentle? It sounded like a growl. His face was ashen as if he was covered in a layer of ice.

He was worried about himself, right?

Chen Jiajia was a little ashamed, she grabbed his clothes and said, sounding like a mosquito, "Really, there's no need to worry so much about me …"

He acted as if he didn't hear her. He went downstairs and gently placed her on the passenger seat, then rushed to the hospital like a bolt of lightning.

Fortunately, the dislocation was not very serious. After the treatment, the doctor said that he would be able to recover in two days.

After returning home, he poured hot water and gave her medicine without a single complaint.

"Thank you." Holding the cup of hot water, Chen Jiajia thanked him lightly. Seeing that he was still sullen, her eyebrows curved into a smile, "It's just a small wound, don't worry!"

Small injuries?

The demolition team had eaten the heart of the leopard! He was actually causing trouble for her!

"Sleep early, good night." When he didn't reply, he turned around and left with a few words. What did it mean to clench his fist so hard that it made 'ka ka' sounds?

Without the usual warmth, the cold expression on his face was extremely frightening. It was just like the weather when a storm was about to break, but Chen Jiajia did not understand why she was injured.

Early in the morning, as usual, she got up early and went downstairs to buy breakfast to express her gratitude. When she came back, she found that she was not in her room at all.

It was only eight o'clock. Where could he go on Saturday's day off?

A man sat on a chair as he organized the demolition company. He swept his cold gaze over the several people in the office. Everyone was trembling in fear and feeling a chill run down their spines.

Huang Zheng, who managed the eviction, replied with a big gold chain around his neck and a flattering smile on his face: "President Hee is just a small matter that we can take care of. How can we trouble you to come personally?"

He Wei's face was gloomy and terrifying, "Who did it? Speak!"

the voice asked coldly, as if a knife was hanging over the heads of a group of people.