Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

With the help of a big and strong man, it was much easier, and Huo Yan was pulled up without much effort.

The rooftop was in a mess right now, the woman who rushed up first was still struggling, trying to jump up and hit someone.

There were two people holding her arms on the left and right. One of the older women was crying and saying something in the dialect of her hometown. Lu Qiao understood, "Ning Ning, when will you wake up?"

The simple and honest man who helped to pull Huo Yan up kept apologizing to Huo Yan and the others, "I'm sorry, my daughter is sick and a little confused. I have caused trouble for you two, sorry."

Lu Qiao's left arm hurt so badly that he wanted to chop it off with a knife. He didn't have the energy to listen to people at the moment, "Don't make a noise here, the students downstairs are still on their lunch break, and it's easy to disturb their rest if they make too much noise ..."

Looking back at Huo Yan, the man slowed down for a while, got up and patted the dust on his body, and it was the domineering President Huo Da.

It looked like he wasn't hurt.

Lu Qiao withdrew his gaze, supported his left arm, and said weakly to the man who was still apologizing: "My arm may be dislocated, and I need to go to the hospital. I don't have time to deal with this matter. You can talk to the person you just rescued. I go first."

The man said, "Are you injured? Is it serious? I'll drive you to the hospital."

"No, my driver is waiting for me below, don't bother."

After Lu Qiao declined the man, the man said: "Then why don't you write down my phone number... After all, this matter was caused by my daughter, and I should take the responsibility. After you see it in the hospital, call me Call, or send a text message, and I will be responsible for your medical expenses..."

The man rubbed his calloused hands and took out his phone.

It may be that my memory is not very good, so I pasted a note on the back of the phone case with tape, and wrote my phone number.

Lu Qiao noticed that the man's mobile phone was already a very old model, and the paint on the edges had faded.

Looking at the damage on his sleeves, guessing that he might not be in a good financial situation, Lu Qiao's voice slowed down a bit, but he still declined politely.

Based on the woman's state just now, and the man's apology, he has roughly guessed what's going on.

The woman who rushed to the rooftop with a knife may not be in a good mental state, and she lost control and hurt others after falling ill.

After she dropped out of school before, she felt that her student career was almost over, and she regretted not finishing college.

The student days ended with an imperfect period.

In order to make up for this regret, she sponsored a poor student whose family situation was really similar to this one.

Because I have a deep understanding of it, I know how difficult it is for such a family, so Lu Qiao does not want to pursue this responsibility.

She brushed shoulders with a few people, and after only a few steps, her arms were in pain, and there were big drops of cold sweat on her forehead, as if she had just finished running 3000 meters.

The left arm was dislocated from the shoulder, and it drooped weakly. Every step I took would unconsciously affect the dislocated place, causing bursts of unbearable pain.

Lu Qiao carefully supported his left arm. When going down the stairs, he tried not to let his arm shake and cause pain.

But in this way, it is very inconvenient to walk, the attention is on the arms, and the feet are not paying attention, and they fall down in an instant.