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"Ah!" When the corner of the table hit his forehead fiercely, Ling Jiajia couldn't help screaming, and an unprecedented pain came immediately.He stretched out his hand and caressed his forehead accidentally, and there was a sticky and wet feeling in the palm of his hand. When he brought the hand in front of his face, it turned out to be bright red blood.

"Doo." When Detective An saw Ling Jiajia fell on the ground and hit the table, he wanted to go down to help her, but he forgot that he was injured, and when he stretched out his hand, Zhang Meimei pulled it back.Opening his mouth to call out, he realized that he was so hurt that he couldn't even call the person's name right.

Zhang Meimei looked at Ling Jiajia who was lying on the ground, her eyes were cold: "You are the one who can't stand upright, so don't look at me with that kind of eyes." Those heartless words could be called poisonous tongue.

Ling Jiajia's forehead was covered with blood. Although her head was a little dizzy, her eyes, expressions, and words were all in her ears.

"Grandma, don't hurt yourself because of these things. It's not worth it for people who don't want you." Luo Fu Xin stretched out her hand and patted Zhang Meimei's hand tenderly. He glared at Lingaga.

However, Luo Fuxin seemed to only pay attention to Ling Jiajia's distress at this time, but didn't notice at all that he was half lying on the bed, staring at her with those cold eyes.

Falling Fu Xin, Chief An recited the name silently in his heart, a trace of cruelty flashed in the corner of his eyes, but gradually disappeared without anyone noticing, leaving behind a thousand-year-old cold face that will never change.

Ling Jiajia only felt dizzy in her head, her eyelids were so heavy, she was so tired, and she really wanted to sleep, but she had to leave this room.Turning around, he staggered towards the door.

"Gajia." A gentle voice came, and then the door of the ward was pushed open.

A slender and handsome gentleman appeared along the sunlight.

However, when Ling Shaoqing pushed open the door of the ward and saw the scene inside, his whole body suddenly tensed up, and the hands that were hanging on both sides suddenly clenched into fists, but there was a smile on his whole face.

His bright eyes were raised towards Young Detective An, and he naturally wrapped his arms around Ling Jiajia's shoulders: "Why don't you love yourself so much?" His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze.

The two of them faced each other. Ling Jiajia looked at the long-haired man in front of her. Her face was flushed, and her black and white eyes were slightly narrowed. It was equally good-looking, but that smile was a little more indescribably cold.

"Jajia." Ling Shaoqing reached out and hugged Ling Jiajia, who was about to land, into his arms.

Ling Jiajia's eyes were closed tightly, and two streaks of blood flowed from his forehead to his cheeks. Due to the weather, the blood had already started to coagulate.

"You don't know how to love her, someone will love her." Ling Shaoqing's original gentleman's expression disappeared, and a cold aura emanated from his whole body, which was a precursor to anger.

Detective An tried his best to hold back the anger in his heart, but the clenched hand on the side of the bed betrayed him: "What's your relationship with her?"

There was a slight tremor in that icy voice.

He was seriously injured, but he couldn't do anything when he saw his wife being held in the arms of an outsider. This kind of useless feeling is really painful.

Ling Shao cast his long eyes across Detective An, and then cast them on Luo Fu Xin and Zhang Meimei, bent down to pick up Ling Jiajia, turned and left without saying a word.

He had to find a doctor with Lingaga in his arms first, this guy still had a fever, and now he had a wound on his forehead...