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"Boss, I..." Liang Hao pushed open the door, and when he saw the cut on Song Yu's forehead, he was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes were full of distress, and he pursed his mouth, "You...why are you so disfigured? "

"Hello, Liang? Come, come, you came just in time," Song Yu looked at the little girl whose expression had changed at the door, and waved, still with a smile on her face.When Liang Hao closed the door and came over, Song Yu suddenly had a low voice and asked angrily, "What's the matter with you!? Why did you bring Mr. Ji?"

"I, I, I, I didn't!" Liang Hao was busy proving his innocence, and subconsciously raised the report, "Mr. Ji said that he came with me," she continued to add to Song Yu's suspicious eyes, but her voice became more and more serious. Little, "He said he was going to return the keys, and then came here in the car."

"Did he say anything else?" Song Yu lowered his eyes and asked.

"Just..." Liang Hao thought back, "I talked a little bit about Sister You, and I told him when he asked me. Ah, he also asked if the other party is willing to reconcile, and the matter is over."

"what do you say?"

"What can I say. I don't know, and I haven't been in a police station. Maybe I have to pay some bail or something?"

"Ah."

"Then he got out of the car, went upstairs, and came back after a while. That wound on your head..." Liang Hao got closer to see the gash on Song Yu's forehead clearly. And only half is exposed, the other half is covered by the hanging hair.

Song Yu interrupted Liang Hao and asked, "Why did he go upstairs?"

"Then who knows, it won't be to protect you anyway." Liang Hao raised his hand to brush Song Yu's drooping hair, "I will give you bail when we meet by chance. Is Mr. Ji here to do charity or help the poor?"

"What if you really help me?" Song Yu pretended to be relaxed and joked in front of Liang Hao, and tilted her head back, "It's okay, I don't hurt anymore, don't tell my sister."

"Get lost." Before he raised his head, Liang Hao's fingers brushed away his hair, and he caught a glimpse of the opening extending in. She frowned even more tightly, "You have to look at the injury on your head when the time comes." Just look."

"Understood." Song Yu took a photo with the phone screen, thinking of someone whose face changed before, "It's okay to keep it, and buy people's hearts."

Liang Hao clicked his tongue, disapprovingly: "Still buying people's hearts? Sister You wouldn't dare to go to that scumbag without your bribery. You... have to deal with it."

"It's not her." Song Yu muttered softly.

"Ah?" Liang Hao didn't hear clearly.

Song Yu glanced at her, and said directly: "I said, I know, I will go and have a look, you take sister back to sleep for a while, she also stayed up for half the night. Sister's car should be there Outside, don't let her drive, you drive back."

"Oh, well."

After watching Liang Hao leave, Song Yu sat down where he was, biting his lips and thinking about Ji An and this person.

When he first saw that smile in Youyu, Song Yu thought he was the breeze in mid-spring, with a blow, spring dawn.

Later, when he was entangled with that rose in the inn, Song Yu thought he was the new wind in early spring, warm at first, then cold again.

The words that were fulfilled in Taohuayuan yesterday, Song Yu thought he should be the hot wind in midsummer, distracting the mind and misleading people.

Now, Song Yu can't see clearly anymore, or Song Yu hasn't seen clearly all this time, so he was attracted and approached blindly and purely.

After Ji Anhe knocked on the door and came in, what he saw was Song Yu who was sitting on the floor with his head bowed as if he was thinking about something.After the door creaked, Song Yu slowly raised his head and looked at him.

He lightly leaned against the door, changed his expression from the previous sharpness, and said gently, "Boss Song, are you leaving?"

"Solved?" Song Yu stood up slowly.

"Well, I paid for some medical expenses." Ji Anhe frowned as he looked at the blood stained on his sleeve.

"How much did you give?"

Ji Anhe lowered his head and took out the car keys from his trouser pocket: "It's not important."

"Just like him, one point is too much," Song Yu watched his movements, and whispered, "Are you a philanthropist?"

Ji Anhe hooked the bunch of keys in his palm with his fingers, gave him a contemptuous look, and asked with a smile, "Do I look like it?"

"Not like."

Ji Anhe lifted the key and handed it to Song Yu: "You don't seem to be able to beat people either. Let's go."

Song Yu took the key and fished up his sleeves, revealing the tattoo on his arm. He raised his hand and tied a small braid for himself. It was similar to the way he beat someone the morning before, and the blood scab on his forehead was completely exposed. out.

"Do you look like it now?" Song Yu put his back slightly down and hooked the corners of his mouth.

Ji Anhe looked the person in front of him up and down, and his eyes stayed on Song Yu's tattoo. He glanced a few more times, then shook his head, and said in a cold voice, "Put down your sleeves before you leave."

After Ji Anhe gave his instructions, he turned around and left. Song Yu put down his sleeves and went out the door. He said hard work to the passing police before following him, and shouted at the back.

"Ji Anhe."

"Huh?" Ji Anhe turned his head, "What's wrong?"

"Thank you." Song Yu's thank you was not loud, but Ji Anhe could hear it very clearly, "I did hit someone today, and you did..."

"For charity." Ji Anhe replied before Song Yu defined him.He thought that with Song Yu's EQ, he could understand what he meant.

As for Song Yu, he did understand.When Ji Anhe looked at him, he hooked the corner of his mouth, chewed on the word "charity" before pursing his lips into a smile: "Really, thank you, Mr. Ji."

"En." Ji An accepted this thank you, "Can you drive?"

Obviously, Song Yu couldn't and didn't want to.He raised his hand and handed the car keys to Ji Anhe again.

"Go ahead. Liang Hao went back with my sister, so shall we go back directly?"

Ji Anhe took the key, got into the cab, and clicked on the navigation.

Song Yu sat up, watched his movements, turned his head and asked him: "Why did you turn on the navigation? Why don't you go back the same way?"

Ji Anhe's hand typed "hospital" on the screen before looking up, his eyes paused between the opponent's chin and the slightly moving Adam's apple, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.Ji Anhe stepped back slightly, coughed twice: "Go to the hospital, you have a head injury."

Song Yu's braid was loosely tied at the beginning, but now part of it has collapsed, concealing the scar on his head.Song Yu sat back to his seat, looked at the mirror in the shade above his head, and said with a smile: "It's not deep, and it doesn't hurt too much. And..."

"Huh?" Ji Anhe agreed.

"No one will pay for the medical expenses, so I won't go to see it. Just go back and ask Sister to bandage me."

Ji An and the hand that pulled the handbrake paused. He looked at Song Yu's meaning and then shook his head helplessly, with a smile on his lips: "Do you want me to compensate you?"

"If the philanthropist is willing to pay me back from you," Song Yu pulled on the seat belt, tilted his head and looked at Ji Anhe teasingly, "it's not something that can't be considered."

"Then think about it." Ji Anhe stepped on the gas pedal, and felt that the words were a little ambiguous, and he added, "I mean, if I drive to the hospital, you have to go to the hospital. You can't refuse."

"Yes. I can't refuse." Song Yu nodded, and repeated it carefully, but it was more like emphasizing something.

What it is, the two people in the car are tacit understanding.