Chapter 187

I straightened up, my feet softened, and Mrs. sang quickly held me.

I see her face is also injured, a red, I reached out a hand gently touched, she frowned: I'm ok, summer solstice you look very seriously injured, we hurry to the hospital. "

Don't worry, I hold Mrs. sang and look at Wei Lan standing in front of me.

I know Mrs. sang is interrupting. I hold Mrs. Sang's hand: "Auntie, you love Mr. sang wholeheartedly. Don't you want to get a wholehearted love for yourself?"

"Don't shout, the wound on your head is bleeding! I'll see if it's deep. Do you want to go to the hospital to sew needles? "

"There's something she can't stand. She did it. Mr. sang knows that Wei Lan did it, but he let Wei Lan put the black pot on your head! "

"Wei Lan has always been like this. Yanpo knows that the suicide of the female star has something to do with Wei Lan, so during this period of time they have been in the cold war, and Wei Lan can't stand it."

That's why Wei Lan learned that you spent the night in his office. I thought it was Mr. sang who spoiled you again. Today, he rushed like a mad dog! "

I don't know what to say when I look at Mrs. sang. Mrs. Sang's love for Mr. sang is obvious to all. It can't be said that Mr. sang doesn't love Mrs. sang. It's just that there are too many branches in his love, and Mrs. sang is just one of the small branches.

"He has a fever. I can't bear to wake him up or leave him alone, so I stayed with him for one night. The next morning, his secretary came and I left."

"And then?" I looked at Mrs. sang: "you've been with him all night?"

Mrs. sang said slowly: "that day, I met yanpo's secretary by chance. He said that yanpo had a cold these days and he had a poor appetite. So I made some sweet scented lotus root, which he liked to eat, and some side dishes and soup which he liked to eat, and sent them to his company. I wanted his secretary to help him get it in, but I met her at the door, and then he asked me to sit in his office. He had a lot of work to do that night, and I was with him, and then he fell asleep on the sofa. "

I know I shouldn't ask about Mrs. sang and Mr. sang, but I'm just curious. I can't help asking, "what's the reason for making Wei Lan crazy like this?"

I found safflower oil from the medicine box and gently rubbed the bruise on Mrs. Sang's arm. She held back the pain and lowered her eyebrows.

"I didn't choose my own way."

"You think of Mr. sang everywhere, but has he ever thought of you? Every time you are bullied by Wei Lan, does he help you out? "

"If you tell a Qi, he will definitely go to Wei Lan for trouble. In this way, their father and son will have a conflict. One more thing is better than one less."

"Why?" I don't want to calm things down.

Don't shake the flag, Mrs. sang

"This Weilan is like a mad dog!" I gritted my teeth in anger.

I rolled up Mrs. Sang's sleeve, and her arms were black.

"It's OK, too." She said.

"It's OK. It's really OK." I calmed Mrs. sang down: "but you just protected me. You must have suffered a lot from them."

"No, I'd better go to the hospital and take a film. Don't worry."

I smile like a flower: "no, there is no injury on the body, only the forehead."

But I can't tell Mrs. sang so she won't worry and feel guilty.

My back is very painful, those people are wearing shoes and kicking me hard with their feet, my back must be blue now.

After detoxification, she pulled me to look left and right: "where else are you injured? Come on, show me. "

He and her hands trembled and gently helped me disinfect. I'm not afraid. I've been used to getting hurt in recent days. I don't care about this little injury.

"Well, I'm not afraid of pain. Just say hello."

"It's all because of me. How do you know?" Mrs. Sang's voice choked. She took some iodine out of the medicine box and said, "there's a little pain. You can bear it."

I found out the mirror and looked at it. Although I protected my head with my hand just now, Wei Lan kicked my forehead with high heels and pulled out a long blood mark from my left forehead to my right.

She had tears in her eyes and looked at me anxiously: "I'll give you a simple treatment first, and then we'll go to the hospital."

When I turned around, Mrs. sang had found the medicine box and took me to sit down on the sofa.

I opened the door and quickly pushed Wei Lan out, then locked the door.

She looked at me with tongue tied for a long time. Then she came to the door with a black face. She turned back to Mrs. sang and said, "Qinqing, yanpo doesn't want you anymore. Don't seduce him any more! If you let me know, the end will be worse than today. It's useless for you to move any more rescuers then! "

But Wei Lan didn't know, so I scared her.Because sang Shixi knew in his heart that his son was not his. If he really chose one, he would choose his mother.

In fact, I don't know what to say. I can only bluff Wei Lan.

She dared to threaten my son, so I went back immediately: "don't make a mistake, he is not only my son, he is also sang Shixi's son. If you dare to move half of his finger, sang Shixi will make you look good! Which do you think has more weight in his heart, mother or son? "

"You threaten me?" She was gnashing her teeth with hatred, but the cold hairpin in her hand really frightened her: "at the summer solstice, I tell you that I have many ways to deal with you. Your son is at Sang's now."

I waved the hairpin in my hand to her: "Mrs. sang, if you don't want me to scratch the hairpin on your face, you can go now."

Wei Lan is really a rare big vinegar bag in the world. Since she is so jealous, she should take good care of her husband!

"Don't scare me with this! Do you think that yanpo really takes this old fox spirit seriously? That night, I don't know what kind of Kung Fu this woman used to stay in the company. Bah

I said to her, "Mrs. sang, you have the upper hand. You should be angry too. Now you take your bodyguard and leave here. Otherwise, if things get serious and spread to Mr. Sang's ears, you can't escape the blame."

She is taking out a mirror from her bag to look at her face. I still hold her single hairpin in my hand.

"Child." She gently called me, a child is enough to break my heart: "I was the choice of such a person, he is good or bad, wholeheartedly love me or not, I love him that person, I can't choose also can't choose."

My teeth are rattling. I've wanted to say a word for a long time, but I've been holding it in my heart. I've tried to open my mouth several times, but I can't bear to open my mouth when I see Mrs. Sang's tired face.

I must say that, but not now.