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Yang Qingheng took a breath and asked nervously: "Where is he? Are you okay?"

"He just got hit and hit his head. A doctor has bandaged him up. It's nothing serious." The policeman obviously felt guilty.

Yang Qingheng had no time to pursue this matter, so she found Song Hengjue's lounge with her heart in mind. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that all the people inside were intact. Then she became a little annoyed and pointed at his head: "Look at you now. What does it look like, one bag on the left and one on the right, symmetrical and satisfied?"

What if the car veered a little off and not just hit it, but directly ran over it?

Just thinking about this possibility made Yang Qingheng feel like he couldn't breathe, and he was frightened for a while.

Song Hengjue also knew that he had gone too far this time. He had always felt guilty, but now he felt uncomfortable when he heard her scolding him.

He was hit by a car. Not only did she not worry about him, she even mocked him for the ugly bump on his head as soon as they met!

She only cares about this face!

He frowned and said back: "I asked you to scare me? If you hadn't said you were going to lock me up at home with a chain like a dog, would I have run away?"

"Like a dog? Chains?" The policeman's sharp eyes were locked on Yang Qingheng, his expression changed, as if he was looking at a criminal.

Restricting other people's personal freedom is not a criminal!

Yang Qingheng was rarely embarrassed: "No, I was just joking with him. He was stubborn and misunderstood."

"I misunderstood, so I asked several bodyguards to guard me in the villa and prevent me from contacting others?" Song Hengjue retorted.

You brat, here you go to add fuel to the fire and fan the flames.

"Shut up, you have no right to speak!" Yang Qingheng raised her hand and looked at the pitiful appearance of the two big bumps on his head. In the end, she was reluctant to do anything. She only glared at him fiercely and turned to explain to the police. "Mr. Police, please listen to my explanation. It's not what you think. My fiancé is a little mentally disturbed, so..."

"I can't tell that he is mentally unstable? Let's talk to the interrogation room if you have anything to say." She dared to lie in front of him, and she might not know how to abuse this honest man when she got home.

The police had never seen such an arrogant person, and they handcuffed her forcefully.

That's right, because Song Hengjue's eyes were too innocent, coupled with the guilt of accidentally knocking him over, Song Hengjue seemed to have become a poor canary in his heart that needed protection.

Another look at Yang Qingheng's exquisite and wealthy appearance strengthened his guess.

As an excellent people's policeman, he would never allow any criminal to escape under his nose!

Fang Nan was confused when he was informed to come to the police station to collect someone: "No, sister, what's going on?"

He pointed at the two shiny new silver bracelets on Yang Qingheng's hands, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Aren't you here to take Song Hengjue back? Why did you get yourself involved?

Yang Qingheng was speechless and closed her eyes tiredly: "Explain to the police."

An hour later, after repeatedly calling Yao Ying who was traveling abroad and reading Song Hengjue's diagnosis report, the police finally believed that Yang Qingheng was not a criminal who committed robbery.

"Although I know you have good intentions, Mr. Song is an adult with complete thinking ability. If you lock him up like this in the future, we have the right to interfere." He sent a few people out of the police station with a serious look on his face. , "...especially if you can't use chains. How can anyone tie them up with chains?"