Nine Zero Little Daughter-in-law

"How much is that headband?"

People in the supply and marketing cooperatives watch people order dishes.

The clothes Xie Jianguo wore were almost colorless after washing, and the material looked ordinary, with mud spots all over his trouser legs and shoes.

His rough hands and weather-stained face showed that he was from the village.

He didn't even bother to say the price: "This headband is imported and very expensive."

Xie Jianguo saw the salesperson's contempt, and he insisted on asking, "How much?"

"twenty."

In this day and age, 20 yuan is not small money. Xie Jianguo gritted his teeth and took out two crumpled bills from his jacket pocket.

"I want that headband."

Although it cost 20 yuan, Xie Jianguo was very happy.

I don't know if Cuihong will like this headband when she sees it.

He took the big bag and small bag to the old archway to find a car.

Suddenly a motorcycle drove out of the small alley, and it hit Xie Jianguo at an out-of-control speed.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Xie Jianguo, who was immersed in joy, did not see the motorcycle, but Yan Wanqing, who had been waiting for him, saw it, and her beautiful pupils suddenly constricted.

"Uncle, be careful!"

With little extra time to think, Yan Wanqing rushed towards Xie Jianguo without even thinking about it.

When Xie Jianguo noticed the motorcycle, it was too late to hide. Just when his expression was sluggish and he was so nervous that he didn't know what to do, in the light of calcium carbide flames, an impulse rushed towards him, and he fell to the side while hugging him.

Xie Jianguo turned his head and saw Yan Wanqing's little face wrinkled in pain.

"Wanqing?"

Before he could make a move, a pair of powerful big hands hugged Yan Wanqing.

The visitor squeezed his thin lips tightly, hugged Yan Wanqing and strode away.

Xie Jianguo hurriedly got up and chased after him.

When Yan Wanqing pushed Xie Jianguo away, she couldn't dodge in time, the motorcycle tire rubbed against her calf, and her trousers were torn, causing burning pain.

In a blur of consciousness, she fell into a warm and safe embrace.

Opening her eyes and seeing Jiang Mo, she was so shocked that she forgot the pain, "Jiang Mo, when did you come back?"

Jiang Mo said in a deep voice, "This morning."

When he came back from the county seat, he went to check on Fu Peng's progress in recent days.

Fu Peng told him that Yan Wanqing didn't go to school and came to town.

He had looked for places where Yan Wanqing often went, and finally came to the old archway to look for her. He didn't expect to see a shocking scene when he found her.

God knows, when he saw Yan Wanqing rushing towards the motorcycle, his heart stopped beating suddenly.

Now holding Yan Wanqing in his arms, he really has the urge to beat her up, but he is reluctant.

Along the way, Jiang Mo didn't say a word to Yan Wanqing.

The evil spirit on Jiang Mo's body was too strong, Xie Jianguo followed behind him obediently, not even daring to fart.

Seeing this, Jiang Mo became even more disdainful towards Xie Jianguo.

It also strengthened her determination to take Yan Wanqing away.

Jiang Mo carried Yan Wanqing to the hospital in the town.

The wound on her calf is a skin trauma, and it will be fine after applying some medicine for two days.

Jiang Mo frowned, "Will there be scars?"

The nurse said: "Her injury is not small, and it is winter now, thick clothes may rub against it, and scars may be left."

Girls like beauty, Jiang Mo is afraid that scars will affect Yan Wanqing, "Is there any way not to leave scars?"

The hospital in the town is said to be a hospital, but it is actually a large clinic. It cannot keep up with all aspects of medical treatment. The nurse said: "There are scar creams sold in the county, you can ask someone to buy them and try them."

Yan Wanqing tugged at Jiang Mo's sleeve with her fair little hand, "Don't worry about me."

She has a prescription for beautifying and removing scars. The medicine she makes is very effective and won't leave scars on herself.

"As soon as I don't worry about you, you make yourself miserable. How can you not worry?" Jiang Mo's voice was full of helplessness.

His caring eyes warmed Yan Wanqing's heart. She lowered her head, her silky hair hanging down, covering her slightly hot face.

Xie Jianguo came over after paying the money, and asked with concern: "Wanqing, how are you, does your leg still hurt?"

Before Yan Wanqing could speak, Jiang Mo said bluntly: "The abrasion on her leg is so serious, she just took medicine, do you think it hurts?"

Xie Jianguo was stupid, and Jiang Mo asked him in a cold voice, and he didn't know what to say.

Yan Wanqing saw the bewildered Xie Jianguo and didn't say anything, let alone rescue her. Her uncle was too cowardly, so cowardly it made people feel disheartened.

On the way to the hospital, she didn't ask him to hug her from Jiang Mo's hands, even if he gave him a little comfort, Yan Wanqing would think it was worth it.

"Wanqing, shall we go home or be hospitalized?"

Yan Wanqing's eyes turned cold, "Go home."

On the way to the hospital, Yan Wanqing wanted to understand the ins and outs of the matter.

Today's motorcycle bumped into Xie Jianguo premeditatedly, the purpose was to injure him, temporarily prevent him from going home, and delay Li Cuihong's time.

There are acquaintances in the town who will do this kind of thing, except for Li Wenzhong, she can't think of anyone else.

"Did the motorcycle that hit me go away?"

Jiang Mo thought of the motorcycle, and a cold light flashed in his deep eyes, "The monk can't run away from the temple if he can run away."

He stretched out his palm and rubbed Yan Wanqing's hair, and said in a gentle voice, "I will seek justice for you."

There are not many people riding motorcycles now. Jiang Mo remembered the appearance of the motorcycle, and even more so, the appearance of the man.

He won't let him go.

It snowed last night, the road was covered with snow and it was difficult to walk, and the temperature was low, Jiang Mo was afraid that Yan Wanqing would be frozen, so he borrowed a car.

The last time Xie Jianguo saw a car was driven by Yan Jing.

Some knowledgeable people in the village said that cars are very expensive and only rich people can afford to drive them.

He looked at Jiang Mo with complicated eyes, ready to persuade Wanqing to stay away from him when he had time.

He is too unfathomable.

It was the first time for Xie Jianguo to sit in a car, and he was so cramped that he didn't know how to put his hands and feet. Yan Wanqing sat next to Xie Jianguo.

Cars run all over the streets in later generations, and she is no stranger to it.

And the configuration of this car is very low.

Jiang Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at the calm and generous Yan Wanqing, his eyes flashed with appreciation.

He took out two bags and said softly: "People who ride for the first time may get motion sickness, you should carry some just in case."

Yan Wanqing took it, she didn't get motion sickness, but the smell in this car was a bit strong.

"Uncle, here's a bag for you."

This was the first sentence Yan Wanqing said to him after the two met. Xie Jianguo was nervous and excited, "Wanqing, do you know what happened at home?"

Yan Wanqing pretended to be surprised, "How did uncle know something happened at home?"

"The village chief called me."

Yan Wanqing thought that the village head would call Xie Jianguo.

She frowned in confusion, "Something happened at home."

Xie Jianguo asked anxiously, "What happened?"

Yan Wanqing couldn't speak, she was silent for a moment, and under Xie Jianguo's anxious gaze, she lowered her head, "Uncle will know when he gets home."