Mrs. Lu, do you want me to give you my life?

The next morning, Li Fang called her to the office after going to the company to sell her holidays.

When Ying Xia entered, Li Fang looked at the computer screen on the table without looking up and asked, "How are things at home?"

Ying Xia said, "It's almost done, and it won't affect work later."

Only then did Li Fang turn her head to look at her, "Well, family is important, and career cannot be given up."

Although the tone was blunt, the content was much softer than before. Ying Xia didn't know how to reply for a while, so she just said, "Thank you, Manager Li."

"Well," Li Fang waved his hand, "Go to work if you have nothing to do."

With a backlog of work, Ying Xia volunteered to work overtime.

Coming out of the office, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and the subway entrance was 500 meters to the right after the company left. Ying Xia walked along the sidewalk to the subway entrance as usual.

There was the sound of wheels rolling over leaves behind him, Ying Xia looked back, it was a battery car driving slowly.

She turned sideways to give way, and the battery car driver accelerated suddenly and grabbed her bag as he passed her.

The speeding party robbery was rampant a few years ago, and then online payment became more and more popular, and there were fewer people in this industry. She never thought that she would run into it.

She knew the danger of being dragged, so she just let go, but she was still knocked to the ground by the force, her hands were fine, but her knee hurt a little.

There was a "bang" from the front, and both the battery car and the driver fell to the ground. A burly man bent over, grabbed the driver of the battery car by his collar, and spat the toothpick in the corner of his mouth on the other's face.

"take it out."

The driver of the battery car grinned when he fell, and tremblingly picked up the snatched bag and handed it over.

The man grabbed it, weighed it in his hand, and then walked towards Ying Xia.

"Your bag?"

Ying Xia had already got up, patted the ashes on her legs, and took it with her hand, "Thank you."

The man hooked the corners of his lips, and smiled evilly, "You're welcome, it's a matter of convenience, and see if the things are still there."

Ying Xia opened the bag and took a look, everything else was there, the wallet was still there, except for the mobile phone.

That's right, people nowadays don't have much money in their wallets. Apart from the bag itself, the most valuable thing in it is the mobile phone.

"Did you lose something?" The man turned around immediately. There was no one behind. When the two of them were talking, the driver of the battery car had already left.

With a curse word in his mouth, he asked, "What did you lose?"

Ying Xia said, "Mobile phone."

The man took out his mobile phone and handed it to Ying Xia, "Do you want to call the police?"

By the light of the street lamp, Ying Xia noticed that there was a gash on his left hand, and blood was still oozing out.

"Okay, eh? Your hand..."

The man switched the mobile phone to his right hand, raised his hand to look at it, and said indifferently: "It's okay, I accidentally hung up on it when I stopped him just now, I'll find a pharmacy to buy some medicine and deal with it later."

Ying Xia felt a little guilty, "Do you want to go to the hospital for treatment?"

The man smiled, leaned forward, and asked, "Do I look so delicate?"

As the two got closer, Ying Xia could see clearly that the man was handsome, with darker skin, high nose bridge and brow bone.

It's just that there is a scar on the left eyebrow, and the eyebrow was cut into two sections. If I didn't pay attention, I thought it was done on purpose. It looks quite interesting.

"Do you know where there is a pharmacy nearby? I just came to Beicheng and I'm not very familiar with it."

After talking for such a long time, if you listen carefully to his accent, it is not like Beicheng's accent, but it has a little bit of old Beijing flavor.

Ying Xia walked this section of the road for more than a month, and knew it very well, knowing that there is a pharmacy not far in the opposite direction from the subway entrance.

Ying Xia nodded, "I'll take you there."

After all, he was injured because of helping her.

The man didn't refuse, but nodded, "That's troublesome."

After walking for about ten minutes, the pharmacy arrived. Fortunately, the pharmacy hadn't closed yet, so Ying Xia went in first to get saline, gauze and other things for treating the wound.

When checking out, I took out my wallet and was embarrassed. There was only ten yuan in the wallet, which was not enough.

The salesperson saw her embarrassment, and pointed to the QR code on the side, "You can pay by mobile phone."

The man walked in, leaned over to take a look at Ying Xia's wallet, and smiled with his lips curled up, "I'll do it."

After paying the money, he took the bag from the salesperson, threw it on the flower stand at the door when he went out, sat on it casually, took out the things inside and squinted at the instruction manual.

Ying Xia pursed her lips and walked over, "Do you need help?"

The man raised his head, "You will?"

"En." After a long illness, she became a doctor. She changed her medicine several times when she was injured last time, and she is familiar with the steps.

The man handed her the things, and Ying Xia squatted in front of him, lowered her head, took out normal saline to wash the wound several times, then used iodophor to disinfect the wound, and finally bandaged the wound with gauze.

"Be careful not to touch the wound with water, and eat less spicy food." She explained softly.

The man kept looking down at her with scrutiny in his eyes. The woman's eyelashes were thick, and she could still see the curly arc when she lowered her head. Her fingers were white and slender, as if they were carved out of jade.

After Ying Xia finished, she met his gaze as soon as she raised her head.

The other party didn't feel embarrassed, and asked, "Are you a doctor? A nurse?"

"neither."

The man smiled, "The movements are quite skillful."

Ying Xia stood up with a faint smile on her lips.

After tossing so far, the matter of calling the police has long been forgotten. The man asked, "Do you still call the police?"

Ying Xia thought about it, there was nothing particularly important in the phone, and she didn't know how long she would have to go to the police.

"Forget it, just a mobile phone."

The man nodded, looked at his watch, and said, "Okay, I'm wasting your time, the subway should be out of service, shall I see you?"

Ying Xia waved her hand, "No need, I'll just take a taxi back home."

"Are you rich?" The man smiled, "Is ten yuan enough?"

Of course it’s not enough, not even the starting price, but she can go home and get the money when she arrives. There is usually some cash in the safe at home.

Before she could speak, the man took out his wallet and handed her two hundred yuan.

Ying Xia's eyes filled with surprise, she didn't answer.

"Not enough? Why do you live so far away?" He added two more.

"No." Ying Xia refused, "You helped me, how can I get your money?"

The man snorted, "You think it's free? You have to pay it back."

"But how do I pay you back?"

The man frowned, "That's right, then, I'll leave you a call."

Ying Xia thought about it, and it was also a solution. She took out the sticky note in her bag, "You tell me, I'll remember it."

The man called, and Ying Xia put the note in his bag.

She only charged one hundred, and repeatedly emphasized that she would definitely pay it back.

After getting into the taxi, Ying Xia suddenly remembered, leaned on the window of the car and asked, "I forgot to ask how to call you."

The man was biting the cigarette, the smoke made him squint his eyes, he took it off and held it between his fingers.

"Xiaocheng."

Ying Xia smiled, "Okay, Mr. Cheng, goodbye."

The taxi left with a rumbling exhaust, and the man curled his lips and snorted, "Huh, Mr. Cheng?"