Quick Wear: The fishing beauty counterattacks and rises to the top

A drizzle of rain fell outside the factory, as if washing away all the mess.

The light from the street lamps outside grew sharp thorns in his eyes, dark and sinister.

Song Liren gave Lin Yi a cold look, and controlled the strength of his hands very well. At the last second before the man was about to suffocate, he let go of his hands and threw him far away. He fell to the ground with a heavy thud, and he fainted immediately.

Even if he hadn't asked Lin Yi, he had already found out the result when he came here today. He was closely related to the drug dealing in the bar.

Once the source is found, the rest will be easy.

Song Liren pressed a button on his mobile phone, and within 5 minutes, the buzzing sound of police cars outside resounded throughout the factory.

The big men who were still able to move in the factory were scared and fled in all directions.

He did not stop her and turned to look at the woman who was leaning against him obediently. She was only wearing a simple shirt and jeans. The traces of dust on her snow-white face were particularly obvious, and her hair was messy like a kitten with its fur standing on end.

Although she looked extremely embarrassed, in his eyes she was breathtakingly beautiful.

He looked at her without blinking. Wen Shiyun looked up at the man, her eyes suddenly curved, and the next second, she fell backwards without warning.

Before she could react, Song Liren's pupils shrank, and he quickly put his arms around her waist, while his other hand subconsciously supported the back of her head.

The next second he realized something was wrong and moved away slightly, only to find blood-red marks all over his palms.

His pupils shrank slightly, and his heart couldn't help but tighten. Even the pain in his shoulders and body was no longer noticeable.

"Shi Yun." His voice was unconsciously hoarse. He picked her up by the waist, panic spreading in his heart.

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He brought the woman back to his house, put her on the bed in his room, and called the family's private doctor.

"Doctor Li, I'm at the old house now. I'll be there in three minutes."

Two minutes and fifty-nine seconds later, no more, no less, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Song Liren sat beside the bed, his eyes never leaving the unconscious woman on the bed.

Doctor Li is a military doctor who retired many years ago. He has treated many difficult and complicated diseases. His miraculous medical skills are well-known among the aristocratic families. However, he is now only the private doctor of the Song family, and few people see him.

He was a little surprised when he pushed the door open. This was the first time the child asked him to treat an outsider and brought him to the main house.

You know, he usually only treats Old Man Song, and it is basically impossible for outsiders to receive his treatment now.

"Doctor Li, please take a look."

He lowered his eyes slightly and lowered his head for the first time.

Doctor Li has been watching him for several years, but this is the first time he sees him so nervous. He sighed and thought that he might have fallen into it.

The little girl on the bed must be a very important person to this child.

Doctor Li didn't say anything more. He stepped forward and looked at the wound on the back of her head. After a while, he frowned, angrily scolding her and feeling distressed. "Who would use such a harsh hand on a girl? She must be suffering."

"First, have the home nurse take him to get a CT scan and other tests to see if he has a concussion."

Several women who looked like nurses outside immediately lifted a stretcher and carried her to another examination room on the second floor. The entire set of examinations was expected to take no more than ten minutes.

After the others carried the little girl away for examination, Doctor Li looked at Song Liren in a reassuring manner, his eyes kind and compassionate. "Don't worry, the problem shouldn't be serious. I've checked the basic pupil reactions, and they're all normal. But just in case, a complete set of examinations is still necessary."

Song Liren stood aside, his face pale. His back was originally straight, and he stood there motionless. He breathed a sigh of relief after hearing his words, and the next second he fell forward.

Doctor Li was completely stunned, then he quickly supported him to prevent his head from hitting the floor.

"Somebody come!"

After several people helped him to the bed, Doctor Li took off his clothes and began to examine him. His entire shoulder was covered with large bruises and red and purple. He reached out and touched his chest a few times and found that the man's breathing immediately became faster, obviously in pain.

He sighed softly, "He's really good at holding it in. This kid has several broken ribs and is in so much pain that he can't hold on any longer and collapses."

Doctor Li couldn't help but feel distressed and shook his head repeatedly, "This child is so stubborn, so stubborn. Why is he always so stubborn? He is also so stubborn to his father. Sigh."

His injuries were no less severe than the little girl's. Doctor Li felt a little disappointed. "They are disobedient, one after another. They are disobedient. It's true that the son follows the father. If the father doesn't obey, the child will also be a troublesome person!"

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The next day, it was dark.

Wen Shiyun struggled to open her heavy eyelids. She felt a belated sharp pain at the back of her head. There was still an IV drip on her hand. In front of her was a completely unfamiliar room. The whole room was dominated by black and white, and it was so clean and tidy that she seemed a little out of place in the whole room.

The memory of last night came back to her bit by bit. She stroked the back of her head weakly, forced herself to stand up, and wanted to walk out.

With a little force on the hand, the blood flowed back up along the syringe little by little, which looked a bit shocking.

Before her legs touched the ground, the voices of the man and Dr. Li came from outside the door.

"Look at you, you haven't even fully recovered yet, and you're already rushing to see the little girl the moment you wake up." Doctor Li's voice was filled with anger, and he puffed his beard and glared. "She's fine, what's the point of you staring at her?"

Song Liren turned to look at the door where the woman was. The wind blowing in from the floor-to-ceiling window blew through the hair on his forehead. He pursed his thin lips and said nothing.

Seeing his stubbornness, Doctor Li could only sigh, "Okay, okay, I can't control you anymore. Remember to come and change the dressing on time."

Wen Shiyun lowered her eyes slightly, unable to see the expression in her eyes, and when she raised her eyes again, she had regained her composure.

She carefully stood on tiptoe, took the nutrient solution for the IV drip in her hand, stepped on her slippers, gently opened the door, stuck her head out, and met the man's brown eyes.

He leaned against the pillar in front of the door and slowly raised his eyes. At that glance, she seemed to see a lone wolf licking its wounds.

He held the cigarette in his mouth and slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke. He put his hands in his pockets, his shirt was casually draped over his body, and his shoulders were mostly wrapped in white gauze. However, he did not look weak at all, but rather a bit more wild.

"You're injured, and you're still smoking?"

Wen Shiyun frowned and said this as the first sentence. When she said it, both of them were stunned.

Song Liren choked when he realized what was happening. His thin lips raised up in a beautiful arc, his eyes full of joy. He put out the cigarette, strode towards her, and hugged her directly in his arms, "I don't smoke anymore. I'm sorry."

The big hand took the nutrient solution from her hand swiftly, and the movement was so light that she didn't feel any sense of pressure.

He was such a casual and outgoing person, but for her, he restrained his hostility, divided his territory, and included her alone.

Wen Shiyun blinked, feeling that it was a little unreal, "Why should I say sorry for such a small matter?"

It was as if... it wasn't about smoking, but about the unspoken apology from last night.