Before the salty pig's hand could land on my face, the owner of that hand was hit hard in the back of the head with a punch, and his head turned to one side, almost flying out, and fell to the ground for a long time, unable to get up.
Before the remaining few people could react, they were thrown face to face, on the head, and over their shoulders to be handled cleanly, lying on the ground crying and howling.
Looking up, Qin Lang did appear like a god at the moment. He lost his suit jacket somewhere, the collar was loose, his forehead was sweating, his hair was wet a little, his hands were clenched into fists, his eyes were like knives, and his jaw was like a wolf.
I have seen Qin Lang fight before. Seniors who have studied taekwondo in high school all said that Qin Lang is a born wolf cub. There are no routines in fighting, just two words, fast and ruthless.
He punched the big golden tooth and almost fainted, staring at the group of people so embarrassed they left, then walked up to me, squatted down, seemed a little flustered: "Lin Xian, are you all right? Where did you get hurt? "Then look up and down.
Seeing that I was not in any serious trouble, he suddenly hugged me!
His embrace was a bit unfamiliar to me. His big chest embraced me all of a sudden, his chin rested on my shoulder, and the broken hair next to my ear tickled me, but his hands kept locking tight. I tensed up for a moment, even more shocked than before.
"I'm fine..." I shrank, pushed him away, and asked him, "You, how did you know I was here?"
Qin Lang let go, but still saw the bruises on my shoulders, his face sank, and then he lifted his chin toward the alley mouth: "He told me."
I followed my gaze, and a dirty child, holding my phone in his hand, hung his head as if he had done something wrong, and slowly moved in, on the ground three meters away from me Putting down the phone, he glanced at Qin Lang in fear, and said tremblingly, "They, I don't know who they are, they are trying to bully people... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
After speaking, I ran away with a bit of a cry, and I didn't even have time to say a word.
It seems that this little thief is still kind-hearted and a little clever. Those gangsters were probably coaxing him to lie to me. He felt that something was wrong, so he secretly hid and hid my mobile phone. Announcement.
It's just that I'm a little strange. I don't have Qin Lang's number. How did he get in touch with Qin Lang? Qin Lang saw my doubts, picked up my mobile phone and put it back in my hand: "You chased people and ran away, I've been calling you."
"Um..." I responded, intending to stand up, he grabbed my hand, and as soon as he exerted force, I stood up straight, and he squatted down in front of me: "Come up."
Looking at his back, I didn't know what to do for a while, so I just stood there blankly, with the words of rejection written in my stomach, but Qin Lang probably guessed what I was thinking, and said, "If you really forgot, you can If I really want to clean up with the past, I shouldn’t mind the effort that even ordinary friends will do now.”
I can't say anything about him, so I can only bend down and lean on him lightly.
For a split second, I seemed to be back at the scene where I met him for the first time.
To be honest, it was him who was carrying him, and I was very tired. I always wanted to have as little contact with his gentle back as possible, so I stiffened, arched my back slightly, and even the hands on his shoulders were just a touch of water. Posing the same.
He took a few steps, and suddenly he seemed to have stepped in the air. I stumbled, and I panicked and fell forward with the inertia. The whole person was spread on his back, and the seams were tight, and even my hands were slammed around. live by his neck. Only then did he straighten up calmly, with a little chuckle in his throat, and then continued walking smoothly.
was put together.
I have to say, after this, it is indeed a lot more comfortable. He originally wanted to take me to the hospital, but I refused, so he called the police at the street police station.
"Five people, one wears a white peaked cap and a race vest, one wears a black T-shirt with tattoos on his arms, and one has a scar on his face about three inches long. The three are over 175 in height, about 28 to 32 years old, and also Two of them are considered masterminds, one has a golden tooth, a bald head and a hunchback, the other has dyed yellow hair, a stud on his left ear, and a black birthmark the size of a thumb on his neck."
Qin Lang explained everything clearly and clearly, and the police at the street closed the book after taking notes last night and praised: "Sir, it's a pity to not be a detective. Which of you is a victim, and an injury report needs to be made. Identification?"
"No!" I stopped him. "None of us were injured. We just broke a little bit of money. It doesn't matter if the money is chased or not. The important thing is that people have to be caught. Otherwise, the security around here will always be worrying."
The policeman nodded: "Then there's nothing else to ask here, sir, just do a registration. If there is any situation, we will notify the two of you immediately."
In the lounge of the police station, I lifted up my trouser legs and looked at them. They were a little red and swollen, but they were neither broken nor dislocated, which was fine. At this time, Qin Lang pushed the door and came in, holding a medical bag in his hand.
Without saying a word, he sat next to me, opened the bag, took out the bruises, and squatted down to gently hold my feet. I moved to the side: "No need..."
"Let me give you the medicine, or let the police outside help you?" He looked up at me, and I didn't turn my head, so I had to go with him.
He folded my trousers, knelt down on one knee, put my leg on his knee, poured the medicinal wine into the palm of his hand, rubbed it first, and then covered my injured area. In fact, I have always been able to endure pain, but I felt a little irritable from the bottom of my heart about this hot and numb feeling.
Qin Lang's movements were very light and gentle, for fear of hurting him, he just pushed it away little by little, like a pair of hands poking around on a calm lake. When the swelling on his feet subsided a lot, he stopped and put the plaster sticker on it. The rest room was already full of the scent of medicine and wine.
He sat back on the bench and reached out to unbutton my coat again. I ducked first, looking at him to see the wound on my shoulder, bit my lip, and let him go.
When half of his shoulders were exposed, he couldn't help shrugging.
The bruises on the shoulders were not heavy, but the skin was broken a little, so Qin Lang took out the iodine and cotton swabs and dipped them in the disinfectant. When the iodine touched the broken skin, the chemical reaction was like a needle prick.
I'm not a three-year-old, and of course I won't react to this pain. It's just that Qin Lang suddenly put down the cotton swab, approached me slightly, turned his face, placed an inch on my shoulder, and blew lightly against the wound.
It was as if a burst of electricity started from the shoulders and spread along the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. Wherever it went, there was a burst of excitement, and then bursts of waves drove the flames out.
His breath was hot and a little hot, and the broken hair on his forehead touched my ear. This posture really looked like a pair of lovers kissing. I have almost forcibly endured it, so that I can shrink back without rudeness.
Suddenly, he frowned: "There is a barb in the wound."
I turned my face away, but unfortunately I couldn't see it: "Maybe it was on the stick, it got stuck in it, and I'll look in the mirror when I get home..."
But Qin Lang didn't listen to me. He pressed me on my waist even more excessively, then tilted his head down, and pressed his lips against the wound.
His warm breath touched my skin, and my cheek was against my neck. Because of this posture, I was forced to tilt my head slightly, and he sucked the wound. That little boneless mass of flesh was haunting the touch. And the numbness of the blood being sucked out of the wound made me feel like I was on fire!
As soon as he touched his chest, he slid away like a loach. I clenched my collar and quickly moved away from two or three people's positions. Turning my back to him, I fastened the buttons one by one. My throat was a little dry: "Okay... I'm fine. It's gone!"
Looking at him out of the corner of the eye, Qin Lang has spit out the blood with the barbs, the corners of his mouth are a little bright red, and his eyes are burning at me. LC