After introducing someone to the boss, I became his only favorite

Qiao Xingran followed Jiang Yandong, walked into the interrogation room, and sat obediently in the interrogated position, facing Jiang Yandong and Li Zongqiang.

Li Zongqiang straightened his collar, looked at Jiang Yandong, and asked him if he could start. He only opened his mouth after getting Jiang Yandong's tacit consent.

"Mr. Qiao, can you tell me in detail why you hurt Mr. Chen at that time?"

Qiao Xingran lowered his head, some unbearable memories emerged in his mind, those memories of being secretly bullied.

"he bullies me."

Qiao Xingran plucked up the courage to glance at Jiang Yandong, and then said firmly.

"Bullying you, can you talk about the process in detail?" Li Zongqiang was stunned for a moment, but immediately recovered his expression and continued.

"He verbally abused me, saying that I was a duck, that I made money by selling my ass, and he even insulted my father who was paralyzed in bed. I couldn't stand it, so I beat him."

Qiao Xingran finished speaking seemingly calmly, but actually his palms were covered with sweat.

Li Zongqiang was silent for a moment, and the reason for the injury became clear, but this reason may make Qiao Xingran leave the case, after all, the other party was seriously injured.

"Uncle Qiang, I have something to say." Jiang Yandong's expression was a little gloomy, and his bony forefinger was gently curled, tapping on the table.

"Mr. Jiang, please tell me." Li Zongqiang nodded slightly.

"Xingran goes out first, I have something to say to Director Li alone."

Qiao Xingran's heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at Jiang Yandong in a panic, and nodded uneasily after receiving a comforting look from the other party.

Qiao Xingran was led out of the interrogation room by another policeman, and when he walked to the door, he still looked back a little uneasy, met the smiling eyes of the other party, and then walked out with confidence.

Qiao Xingran waited outside for a long time, and even Qiao Yuzhen came out.

Qiao Yuzhen remembered Jiang Yandong's real identity, and couldn't figure out how he got involved with someone like the boss of City A, so she didn't dare to provoke Qiao Xingran easily.

Qiao Xingran didn't care what Qiao Yuzhen was doing around him, he just blamed himself for being so useless, and Jiang Yandong needed to solve the beating. In fact, he would rather be locked up for a few days.

The next time something like this happens again, Jiang Yandong must not be bothered anymore, Qiao Xingran grabbed the corner of his clothes, curled his fingers to pinch a piece of dried blood on it.

I don't know if this bloodstain can be washed off, Qiao Xingran thought in a daze, if it can't be washed off, it would be a pity for this dress.

He stared at the blood clot on the corner of his clothes, his hands gradually trembling, the blood on it was so dirty, it was the blood of Qiao Yuzhen's son, it was so dirty!

So dirty, so dirty!Qiao Xingran's nose was sore, and the force of clasping the cloth with his hands became heavier and heavier, as if the blood stain was like a stain.

That blood stain was just like Qiao Yuzhen's family, it was unreasonably dirty, and it stained his life, it was intolerable, absolutely intolerable.

Qiao Xingran's eyes were red, and this thought kept appearing in his heart, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Clap!"

Qiao Xingran moved her ears, raised her head immediately, and stopped the movements of her hands.

Jiang Yandong, who came out first, had bright eyes, and Qiao Xingran subconsciously turned his gaze away. He felt a burning sensation from his fingertips. He looked down and found that his fingers had been worn out.

He hid his fingers behind his back, watched the other person walking step by step, and subconsciously stood up.

"Let's go, leave it to Zhang Yao." Jiang Yandong smiled at him, put his arms around his shoulders, and put him half in his arms.

"No, don't you need to be detained?" Qiao Xingran asked, tugging at the corner of his clothes, the burning sensation from his fingertips made him tremble all over.

"No, it's about losing some money." Jiang Yan Dongyun smiled lightly, and when he lowered his head, he saw his red fingertips for a moment.

"What happened to your hand?" Jiang Yandong asked.

"It's okay." Qiao Xingran lowered her head guiltily, and hid her hands deep.

"Show me." Jiang Yandong stopped, stretched out his hand and took his hand to watch carefully.

The light white fingers were straight and slender, and they were still trembling slightly upon closer inspection. Jiang Yandong saw that the skin of his fingertips had been broken, and the pink flesh was exposed from inside.

"Go back." Jiang Yandong felt a trace of anger in his chest, he reached out and grabbed Qiao Xingran by the back collar, almost carrying him forward.

"Wait a minute, walk slowly." Qiao Xingran was led forward by his collar, and he couldn't keep up with the pace, so he shouted anxiously.

Qiao Yuzhen looked at the backs of the two going away, and was about to say how they could leave, but before she could speak, a man in a black suit blocked her view, and was about to get angry, when she looked up, it turned out to be Jiang Yandong's secretary.

"Ms. Qiao, Mr. Chen, I will discuss the rest with you." Zhang Yao looked at the fat on Qiao Yuzhen's face coldly, without a smile.

Qiao Xingran was dragged to a small clinic next to the police station, and she didn't dare to look at Jiang Yandong's darkened face, so she stood silently aside.

"Hello, what's the matter?" The doctor in a white coat looked up at them, and sat down in front of them with a stool.

"Help him see the wound on his hand." Jiang Yandong stood aside, followed by two strong bodyguards.

"Put your hand out and have a look," said the doctor.

Qiao Xingran stretched out his hand silently, but he didn't dare to look into Jiang Yandong's eyes, he must have been angry when he got into a fight.

The doctor's hand was a little cold, Qiao Xingran shrank subconsciously, the doctor took his hand and looked around, frowning slightly.

"It's not a big problem. Don't clasp things indiscriminately in the future. Your hands will break the skin." The doctor raised his eyes and looked at Qiao Xingran. Seeing his drooping head, he frowned.

"Let me help you treat the wound first. It's best not to touch the water before the wound heals. If you take a bath or something, you can let others wipe it first."

"Okay, okay." Qiao Xingran nodded, and sat down on the stool according to the doctor's instructions.

The doctor ordered Jiang Yandong to pay the fee, and then took the medical kit to help Qiao Xingran treat the wound.

"It hurts a bit, bear with it."

Qiao Xingran nodded, and watched quietly as the doctor poured hydrogen peroxide into his hands. The hot feeling spread from his fingertips, and it hurt until he felt distressed.

He looked at it calmly, feeling like a machine that wouldn't hurt, and there was no wave in his eyes.

The doctor was very skillful, and the wound was quickly cleaned, disinfected and bandaged. He thanked the doctor and stood quietly waiting for Jiang Yandong to pay the fee.

"Is the bandage ready?" Jiang Yandong walked in with long legs, glanced at Qiao Xingran's chubby fingers and asked.

"Okay." Qiao Xingran nodded and stood up hastily.

"Thank you doctor, then let's go first." Qiao Xingran turned around and thanked the doctor, saw him nodding, and then followed Jiang Yandong.

Jiang Yandong was carrying a bag of medicine in his hand, Qiao Xingran followed behind Jiang Yandong in loss, staring at the small bag of medicine dangling in Jiang Yandong's hand.

The person in front of him stopped suddenly, Qiao Xingran stared intently at the bag of medicine, didn't notice the person's footsteps suddenly stopped, and bumped into it.

"Ouch." Qiao Xingran hit his head against a hard object, crying from the pain, raised his head and saw that Jiang Yandong in front of him stopped at some point.

"Wait here for the driver to come." Jiang Yandong glanced at him, pinching the space between his brows with some irritability.

Qiao Xingran stared at her toes uneasily, then turned her head to see Jiang Yandong's somewhat displeased expression, and hesitated to speak.

"sorry."

"What?" Qiao Xingran's voice sounded like a mosquito, Jiang Yandong turned his head suspiciously and glanced at him lightly.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Qiao Xingran's nose was sore, and he couldn't help crying, as if all the grievances he was afraid of just now poured out.

He raised his hands helplessly to wipe away his tears, but his hands were all wrapped in gauze. He raised his hands before his eyes and put them down helplessly, allowing the tears to slide down his cheeks.

His eyes were gradually blurred by tears, he lowered his head subconsciously, not daring to let Jiang Yandong see his face in shame, unexpectedly he pinched his chin with both hands in the next second.

The warm touch brushed over his face, Qiao Xingran raised his head in a daze, and let those rough hands wipe his face. He looked at the face close at hand, and the deep eyes of the other party made him obsessed.

Plop, plop, plop...

Qiao Xingran clearly felt something beating violently in his chest, he froze, and the temperature on his face rose little by little.

"Why do you apologize?" Jiang Yandong gently wiped his tears for him, slightly lowered his head and approached Qiao Xingran's face, with a lingering tone.

With the warm breath spreading beside his ears, Qiao Xingran felt that his skin was about to be set on fire, and it became hot intermittently. He was stunned for a long time before he lowered his head in embarrassment.

"I, I shouldn't be fighting. I'm causing you trouble." He took a step back, and the remaining touch on his face was burning hot.

"Did I accuse you of fighting?" Jiang Yandong withdrew his hand, chuckled, and stood up straight jokingly, staring at the building across the road in a daze.

"No." Qiao Xingran sniffed, looking at Jiang Yandong's deep side face in a little bewilderment.

"Then why are you apologizing?" Jiang Yandong glanced at Qiao Xingran, with a smile in his tone.

Qiao Xingran was a little confused when he asked him such a question. Wasn't he angry because he got into a fight?

"Then, why are you upset?" Qiao Xingran lowered his head, staring at his toes, the white sneakers were stained with a little dust.

"It's okay to fight in self-defense." Jiang Yandong's tone returned to seriousness, and he turned to look at Qiao Xingran, "But don't hurt yourself, and it's best not to leave anything behind."

"Do you know?" Jiang Yandong bowed slightly, and whispered in Qiao Xingran's ear.

Qiao Xingran nodded because he didn't understand, and his heart thumped faster. The next second, the man's next sentence became something he remembered for a lifetime.

"A real strong man should not leave any leeway while defeating the opponent."

"I'm not angry at you for fighting, but angry at you for being caught and unable to escape after fighting, let alone forgiving you for hurting yourself."

"Qiao Xingran, don't be afraid, do it boldly if you have something to do, I'll be behind you."

The heat escaped from the ears, and the speaker had already opened the car door and sat in. Qiao Xingran looked at the pitch-black sound of the car in front of him, and only the sound of his heart beating wildly was left in his ears.

The timidity and unhappiness seemed to drift slowly with the autumn wind because of what the other party said.

【Speak】

Go ahead and do it, I'm behind you, don't be afraid.