A car accident, our family of three crossed

Constable Wang entered the prison with Song Ning's words and came to the cell where Hang Shuheng was imprisoned. He saw him sitting upright with his eyes closed, resting, without a trace of decadence due to the difficult situation, which made him admire him.

This is a man with quite stable emotions, as if nothing in this world can affect him.

knock knock --

"Mr. Hang, you are so comfortable!" Constable Wang knocked on the cell door, making some noise.

Hang Shuheng slowly opened his eyes and said calmly, "Is it time to go to court?"

"That's not the case." Constable Wang kept the secret and joked, "Guess who I met outside the prison?"

"Not interested in."

Seeing that Hang Shuheng closed his eyes again after he finished speaking, Wang the Constable couldn't continue joking, "Even if the person I met was your wife, you wouldn't be interested?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hang Shuheng opened his eyes again, and the sharpness in his eyes formed a sharp contrast with his previous calmness. Constable Wang felt that the eyes were like a sharp blade that almost pierced him. It turned out that this man's weak spot was here!

Under Hang Shuheng's gaze, Constable Wang actually felt an inexplicable sense of oppression, and he couldn't help but despise himself in his heart.

"I just happened to pass by and saw that they were turned away, so I came in to help pass on a message out of kindness."

"explain."

Constable Wang couldn't help but twitch his lips, thinking that this man was quite boring, so he didn't keep the secret any longer and recounted the incident of his chance encounter with Song Ning outside the prison, and finally relayed Song Ning's words.

"She asked me to tell you that everything is fine at home!"

After hearing this, Hang Shuheng fell silent. Just when Constable Wang thought he would not react, he suddenly laughed.

His expression was extremely gentle, and even the look he gave Constable Wang was more sincere.

"Thank you very much!"

"That's not necessary." Constable Wang waited for a while, and seeing that he had no further words, he could not help but ask, "Don't you have anything to say to her?"

Hang Shuheng didn't know what he was thinking of, he laughed out loud and said, "Just tell her, love tiger oil!"

Love Tiger Balm? What is that?

Constable Wang was still confused until he left the prison. He walked up to Song Ning and briefly described how Hang Shuheng was enjoying himself in there. Finally, he said, "He asked me to tell you that Ai Lao Hu You..."

After saying that, he curiously observed Song Ning's expression. She was stunned for a moment at first, then seemed to remember something. She covered her mouth and laughed, her pretty face slightly flushed.

Even though he was locked up in prison, he could still tease her in all kinds of ways. It seemed that he was really comfortable in there. So, she could feel a little relieved.

For this, Song Ning sincerely thanked Constable Wang. She bowed to him and said, "Thank you so much, Constable brother." Then she took out a purse, which was exactly the same as the one she had yesterday.

Just as she was about to hand it to Constable Wang, he waved his hand and refused, "No need, it's just a piece of cake."

As they were talking, they saw a carriage coming in this direction from afar on the street. Constable Wang kindly reminded them, "That's the carriage of the eldest young master of the Wan family. You should be careful!"

Although he couldn't stand Wan Baolu's tyranny due to his support from the county magistrate, he couldn't stand it because he couldn't afford to offend him. After reminding Song Ning and others, he left in a hurry.

After Wang left, Song Ning and the others looked at each other in bewilderment. They had not expected to run into Wan Baolu here. They did not want to confront him head-on and were about to leave, but the carriage sped up and stopped in front of them, blocking their way.

In the carriage, Wan Baolu lifted the curtain and said with a malicious smile: "Oh! Miss Song, what a coincidence? We meet again."

With their way blocked, Song Ning wanted to take a detour. Seeing this, Wan Baolu jumped off the carriage and stretched out his hand to block his way, "Hey, don't be in such a hurry to leave!"

Song Ning quickly took two steps back, while Shuisheng and Sun Qinglai stood in front of her, protecting her. "What do you want to do?"

Wan Baolu was not annoyed. He ignored the two people in front of him and looked past them at Song Ning, saying jokingly, "Don't act like you've seen a monster. I'm not going to eat people."

Then he looked behind them, not far away was the county jail, "Are you here to visit your husband? How is it? Do you want to go in? As long as I say hello, you can go in."

He paused and laughed to himself, "Your husband has been imprisoned, and we don't know if he can get out yet. Why are you still thinking about him? Why don't you follow me? I promise that I will dote on you in every way possible."

Such words were of no use to Song Ning, but Shuisheng and Sun Qinglai could not stand it, "Bullshit..."

"Shuisheng, Qinglai, come back." Song Ning shouted softly to stop their impulse, "Let's not argue with scumbags, let's go!"

They didn't understand what the word "scumbag" meant, but they knew it was definitely not a good word.

Song Ning turned a corner and walked from the other side. This time, Wan Baolu did not stop them. Instead, he watched them leave with a smile, "My beauty, we have a long way to go!"

After Song Ning and others walked away, Wan Baolu looked back in the direction of the county jail, thinking something in his mind. He wanted to see how the man could still act now that he had become a prisoner.

He walked up to the jailer and asked, "You didn't let those people go just now, did you?"

"How could that be possible? How dare I disobey your orders, sir?" The jailer flattered him with a smug look on his face, nodding and bowing.

"Well done!" Wan Baolu was in a good mood and casually threw out a piece of silver. "Where was that man imprisoned yesterday? Take me to see."

"Thank you, Master Wan. Just follow me."

The jailer took the silver and led the way, bringing Wan Baolu to the outside of Hang Shuheng's cell. He banged on the cell door and shouted, "Hey! The man inside, Master Wan is here to see you. Why don't you come over and meet Master Wan?"

Hang Shuheng was disturbed and frowned slightly. He slowly opened his eyes and sneered, "Hearing your tone, I thought it was the emperor who came, but it turned out to be a country bumpkin."

"What did you say? How dare you call Master Wan a country bumpkin..."

The jailer had just received an advantage and wanted to show off in front of Wan Baolu, but before he could finish his words, Wan Baolu kicked him and said, "You are the country bumpkin."

The jailer staggered after being kicked and quickly apologized, "Master, I didn't say anything bad about you, he said you were a country bumpkin..."

"Get out of here." Wan Baolu yelled and kicked him on the butt again.

"Oh my! Yes, yes, I'll get out of here right away." The jailer covered his buttocks, greased his feet and ran out.

Wan Baolu moved a stool and sat outside the cell. He had been used to sitting on a rocking chair recently, and he felt uncomfortable sitting on this stool which he could neither lean on nor lie down on.

He twisted his body and said, "If you ask me, the chairs you make are more comfortable to sit on."