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She dipped the tip of her dry pen in her own blood and wrote down on the paper the facts of their crime, so that they could look at it, but no one had the heart to look at it! They only wanted this village mistress to quickly rescue them from the sea of suffering. Baby Li couldn't stop them, so he grabbed onto their fingers and stained them with blood, causing them to press their handprints on the paper. Seeing that everything was settled, Baby Li took out his phone and called the police. F * ck! This village girl shouldn't let the brothers meet her in her next life …

She chuckled and walked over to them. They were all looking at her with angry and fearful eyes, and the pained expression on their faces was so obvious that those who didn't know the inside information would think that she was a country bumpkin. How cruel was that! What had he done to them? Let a few men suffer so much.

Even though the sky was starting to brighten up, the fog that shrouded the dark gray street still made the place appear dusky. It was also because of this reason that no one had discovered the strange things that happened here. After grabbing each of their arms, Little Li did the same thing with the same amount of strength, and after hearing everyone cry out in shock, he fell to the ground, his face no longer filled with the expression of pain that made him want to die.

However, she looked at Shang's face and saw that he was still sleeping, as if he had also been startled by the accident. His facial expression was very unnatural, and his brows were knotted together, and she felt an indescribable pain in her heart when she looked at him, but she still hurriedly drove the car away, because the police would be here in a moment, and she did not want them to ask her if they were the same person, not to mention that there was such a celebrity in the car, and it was her who made him into such a person, so she could say to the police, "Is he a plant?" Maybe she would have to go to jail with them.

It took a bit of effort for Baby Li to get Shang's Night Ice back to his house. Due to the severe injury to her hand, the wound was very deep and it was still bleeding profusely. She first grabbed Shang Yye Bing's wrist to check his pulse and confirmed that he was indeed alright before letting go of his hand. However, she remembered the sound that the gangster heard when he pulled him out of the car, and carefully examined his head. Looking carefully, she discovered that there was a green spot on the right side of Shang Yye Bing's head, and a bag about the size of half an egg.

She found some ice cubes in the fridge at Shang's house. Seeing that Shang's body was covered with a dark gray towel after returning from the gym, she wrapped them up and placed them on Ye Bing's head, and took them off after applying it for half an hour. Seeing that the package had lost a bit of swelling, she poured the ice cubes into the sink, wiped her hands with the towel and brought it to Ye Bing's side. She placed the towel on the bedside table, took out a small bottle of ointment from her big, torn bag, wiped it with her hand, and rubbed it on Ye Shang's bag for him.

She listened to him obediently like a baby, but when she saw his brows knit together because of her actions, she felt a little guilty. It seemed that she shouldn't have treated him like this, but he must have been innocent. What did this have to do with him? She was the one who came to find him, disturbed his life, and used all sorts of methods to pull him in. For a time, she even hated him so much. She really shouldn't have done that! She thought of her right hand unconsciously touching his brow. Did that man look like this?

His eyelashes were very long and thick. Baby Li's right hand was injured and had a towel wrapped around it, and when a corner of the towel that was tied around the towel touched Shang's eyelashes, his eyes moved. Baby Li's thoughts were immediately pulled back, and her injured hand was also pulled back.

She couldn't understand it for a moment, but she immediately thought of something very important. She whispered to him, "You were too tired today, and had some dreams, and they were all dreams and not reality. When you woke up, you forgot them, you started a new day, had a good sleep, had a good sleep, you wouldn't dream anymore, you'd sleep sweetly!" She gently tapped her fingers against his ear, and before Shang could wake up, she grabbed his shoulders and pressed him down, sending him into the dream.

She had to leave immediately because it was almost four o'clock and they were about to start work. She did not forget to look at his alarm clock, and seeing that the time was just right, she walked to the door with a relieved expression and looked back at Shang's Night Ice on the bed. She then looked around the room to make sure she was right before she left without a sound.

Only when he was in the car did he feel the pain in his right hand, and then he opened the bloodsoaked towel and looked in his bag for the sterile cotton and wiped it on the wound. The pain made her frown even more than Shang's night ice, and the poison had stopped her from applying the hemostatic medicine, and the teacher told her that she was not worried about her injury, but that the medicine had turned over in her bag, and after a long while she found a small bandage and wrapped it around her hand twice so she could treat the wound before slowly driving the black beetle away in the morning mist …

The gangsters woke up with cold handcuffs on their hands, and they were on the cold bench in the police station. When the fat pig woke up, he knew he was in the police station, but he still had an innocent expression on his face. "What have I done to put me in here?" he asked. However, when the others woke up, the first thing they did was to no longer feel the excruciating pain from last night that made them want to die. Instead, they felt that their entire bodies were relaxed, and were surprised that their arms were at their command. Only the fat pig was there shouting, "Officer! "I didn't do anything, let me go!"

A police officer came up to him with a bloodstained piece of paper, waggled his eyes at him, and the fat, mouse-eyed pig saw at once that it was their confession and their handprints, and when he had finished looking at it, the police officer did not bother to argue with him and said, "Shut up!"

The fat pig was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what was going on, so he looked at the others, who were still immersed in an inconceivable world. He was still wondering what kind of person they had met last night, the village girl – he would never use that word to describe her. ( >) 1889)