Chapter 127 Slap (7)

He backed up the car and parked silently on the side of the road.

My heart felt sad, like there was a big empty space that could never be filled.

He picked up a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag.

A large amount of nicotine hit his lungs hard, causing him to cough and not spit it out for a long time.

After smoking several cigarettes in a row, he thought of her proud character, picked up the phone and made a call.

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Qiao Lian was in the room, worrying about how to eat.

When you go downstairs, your face will definitely be seen by the nanny. I'm afraid it won't be good if you put on a facial mask, right?

She lowered her head in annoyance, and her cell phone buzzed.

Opening it, I found that there was a constant stream of x-on:her in the WeChat group.

[The stream continues: Qiao Lian, are you the reporter who was beaten in the Weibo post? x-on:Qiao Lian]

Qiao Lian was stunned and hurriedly opened Weibo, only to find the video on it.

She immediately clenched her hands, this Su Meimei!

Being beaten is not an honorable thing, why do you want to make it known to the world?

But Chuanliu has been her friend for so many years, and she is unwilling to deceive her.

So, she thought about it and replied: "Yes."

The stream and people in the group immediately expressed their concern for her.

Qiao Lian was chatting when there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Then she heard Butler Li's voice outside, "Madam, the food is ready. Madam has something going on there. Can I bring someone here to help? Are you alone, will there be any problems?"

With one sentence, Qiao Lian's eyes suddenly lit up, "No problem!"

Then suddenly I heard loud noises outside: "Housekeeper Li, Ah Lu's leg was bruised. I gave her some of Mr.'s fine ointment. It's on the coffee table in the living room. Don't throw it away."

After a while, everyone in the villa left.

Qiao Lian opened the door and went downstairs generously. She felt that God was really helping me today!

The food on the table in the restaurant was very rich, and she ate it happily.

After eating, he was about to go upstairs when he suddenly saw a box of ointment on the coffee table.

In the hospital, the doctor suggested prescribing this ointment to her, but she refused because it was too expensive. Now...it's not in vain, right?

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Shen Liangchuan stayed downstairs until it got dark. When he saw the lights upstairs went out, he waited for a while, then got out of the car, quietly opened the door of the villa, and slowly went upstairs.

He didn't feel at ease unless he saw her face with his own eyes.

The door of the master bedroom was unlocked. He pushed it open and walked in. He found Qiao Lian lying on her side on the bed, already fast asleep.

Slowly walking to the bedside, under the dim light of the bedside lamp, he could see that she was sleeping deeply, her hair and cheeks were swollen, and there was an obvious wound on her right face, so long. A scratch, even if it heals, will leave a scar, right?

Thinking of this, his eyes turned cold.

In the silent night, he stared at her face for a long time, stretched out his hand, and wanted to touch her wound, but his hand paused in mid-air for a while, and he did not dare to touch it after all.

He didn't leave until late at night.

After going downstairs, going out, and sitting back in his car, he picked up his mobile phone and made a call.

Song Cheng answered quickly and said sleepily: "Hey, Brother Shen, are you going to let me sleep in the middle of the night?"

Shen Liangchuan stared straight ahead, "You said yesterday that there was a press conference for a crew that invited me to attend. I remember that the third male lead of that crew was Wang Wenhao?"