Sand sculpture boss is not secretly in love with me

As Lin Song said, Ren Lang heard that they were gathering here today, so he came here on purpose to block people.

Xu Yitian used all his connections but failed to release him on bail. He was also found this morning.

Ren Lang found someone to inquire about Lin Song and Pei Ming, especially after knowing Pei Ming's identity, he clearly realized that he was finished.

Not to mention being in Beijing, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive in the entire domestic lawyer circle.

"So what? Lin Song, what do you think Pei Ming likes about you? Your face? Or your figure?" Ren Lang smiled slyly, and suddenly took his hand out of his pocket, and then Lin Song's eyes flashed coldly. He stabbed the knife straight at him.

"!!!" Lin Song's breathing was tight, and he subconsciously stretched his legs and kicked over, while quickly getting out of the way.

"I don't believe that Pei Ming still wants a man with a disfigured face and even a ruined body. If I don't end well, you don't want to have one. Why are you so lucky?"

Ren Lang was really ruthless, he continued to stab Lin Song with the knife in his hand.

The space in the toilet is limited, two people are entangled here, and it will be a matter of time before they get injured. Lin Song quickly thinks about countermeasures in his mind, and at the same time shouts loudly into the corridor.

"It's useless, so what if someone comes, I must make you bleed today." Ren Lang was really angry, the grievances for many days and the grievances that Xu Yitian suffered were all sent to Lin Song body.

The tip of the knife cut down along Lin Song's cheek again, and the two began to fight in the small space of the toilet.

"What are you doing?" The movement here finally attracted people, and then the security guard also came.

"Ren Lang, if you stop now, there is a possibility of turning back. It's nothing more than being locked up for a few years and continuing to work after you get out." Lin Song said again, trying to grab his knife at the same time.

This is a fruit knife that is not fatal enough, but it can scratch people.

"Be careful, stop, hurry up." A few security guards rushed over, and Ren Lang not only did not restrain himself, but became even more ruthless.

When Lin Song was grabbing the knife suddenly, he was scratched, the tip of the knife crossed his palm, and blood gushed out instantly.

"Hiss." Lin Song gasped in pain.

Just at this time, the security guards came up and controlled Ren Lang, making him unable to resist.

"What's wrong? I'll wipe your hands, junior, go to the hospital quickly." Zhang Tianjue and the others panicked when they saw Lin Song's appearance after hearing the movement.

"I'll go to the hospital first. Senior, please deal with the aftermath. Call the police." Lin Song took the tissues handed over by the waiter, covered the wound layer by layer, and cleaned it up.

"Let me deal with the aftermath, Xiao Zhang, drive him to the hospital." Chen Shiguang said calmly, "By the way, Lin Song, you can call home on the way, don't let them worry."

That's okay, Lin Song really hurts, and his hand will break if he tries harder, he can't speak now, and walks out numbly clutching his palm.

It took 15 minutes to go to the nearest hospital from the hotel. When they arrived, Lin Song was already covered with sweat on his painful forehead.

He went to the emergency room and paid the money for the doctor to deal with. When Zhang Tianjue came back from work, he was followed by Pei Ming with a cold face.

"What's going on?" Pei Ming's eyes were full of distress, he squatted in front of Lin Song, his eyes were on the bloody hand, wishing he could pull the instigator out and cut it off.

"By the way, this is Shanzi. Junior, take good care of it. I'll go back and see how the teacher is doing."

When the rightful lord came, Zhang Tian decided not to act as a light bulb for others, so he put down the order and found an excuse to leave.

"You take care of it, call me if you have something to do, don't worry about the company, take care of it at home tomorrow."

"Thank you senior." After Lin Song finished speaking, he gasped in pain again.

"Don't move, the wound is deep enough, whoops," the doctor carefully disinfected with tweezers, not letting Lin Song move.

Sprinkle alcohol on it, the taste can be imagined.

"Brother Ming, I'm in pain." Seeing that Pei Ming didn't speak, but just stared at his injured hand, Lin Song's intact hand took the initiative to grab Pei Ming's hand, seeking comfort.