After wearing it back, I have no feeling for Lao Gong

The moment he heard the sound of the police car, the pent-up anger of the yellow-haired youth obviously slowly vented, and he collapsed to the ground like a punctured ball, like mud.

He knew he couldn't escape.

"Seeing that you have all the tools you have prepared, isn't it your first time committing a crime?" Minglian raised the corners of his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes. "If you commit crimes many times, the judge may be more serious."

The young man with yellow hair trembled, showing some regret.

But what a person like this regrets is never engaging in this kind of industry, but that he should not choose to do it at this time, so as to be discovered.

"You let me go, I'll give you money." The young man with yellow hair said, "Is [-] yuan enough for one person?"

Seeing Minglian's expressionless face, he thought that the other party was dissatisfied, so he said again, "One person, three..."

Before he finished speaking, he was punched in the stomach, and Minglian had already figured out how to beat someone.

Easily and seamlessly.

Suddenly, the yellow-haired young man was so painful that he couldn't speak.

Jiang Jiao's eyes moved slightly.

"Leave it to me here, and you take him to the hospital." Xu Tianan walked over at this moment, holding another person in his hand.

Look carefully, it is clearly the middle-aged man with a beer belly who has been booing just now.

Minglian's mind was like lightning, and he understood it all at once.

Gang crime.

Picking up the black tape that fell to the ground, Minglian used the black tape as a rope, and tied up these people on the spot.

Hospital, in front of the operating room.

Minglian didn't expect Jiang Jiao's knife to be so deep. At least when he came to the hospital and was seen by the doctor, he immediately pushed into the operating room.

Before Jiang Jiao entered the operating room, the mobile phone was placed with him.

At this moment, the screen of Jiang Jiao's cell phone lit up.

There is information to come.

Minglian glanced over.

【grandmother】

Minglian's eyes paused slightly.

Probably because the elderly are not good at playing WeChat, this message is still the most primitive text message, and the message will display a little of the previous content.

When Minglian glanced over, he happened to see: How is the progress recently?Shall we have dinner together...

The following information will not be visible.

Minglian had a good impression of the old lady of the Jiang family.

Elegant and sensible, the years have accumulated a charming demeanor on this beautiful woman.

When he and Jiang Jiao went back to Jiang's house before, Mrs. Jiang liked to talk to him. From the rose tea she drank in the morning to the scenery she saw while taking a walk after dinner, Mrs. Jiang could always talk about ordinary things very interestingly. .

Most likely, anything an interesting soul says is interesting.

Minglian withdrew his gaze, pretending he didn't see the message.

However, 5 minutes later, Jiang Jiao's phone rang.

Mrs. Jiang is calling.

To accept, or not to accept.

Minglian knew Jiang Jiao's habits, blocking all irrelevant information on his mobile phone, even the account of a certain mobile company was blocked by him.

Because people who recharge [-] at a time do not have enough money.

Very few people have private numbers, sales calls can't come in, and those who can get in are all important things.

Jiang Jiao's mobile phone will never be muted, and it will be turned on 24 hours a day.Especially for this kind of special ringtone, it is rare to fail to get through.

Minglian is hesitating.

There was a tug-of-war that even he himself didn't know why.

He stared at the phone tightly, without blinking, as if the black phone was a giant man-eating beast with a bloody mouth.

The ringing continued.

Minglian's lips were straightened, and the focus of his eyes slowly moved away from the phone.

Suddenly, the phone stopped ringing.

Minglian was taken aback for a moment, his heart relaxed, and his whole body relaxed. He had to admit that he was really a little scared just now.

To Jiang Jiao, he could be cold-faced, sarcastic, and even beat him up, but he didn't find it hard to do anything.

But facing Mrs. Jiang, Minglian couldn't do it.

She was a kind, open-minded, and lovely old lady.

Minglian pressed his temple, and just when he wanted to check the time, the light in the operating room suddenly went out.

Surgery is over.

Minglian was startled, then got up immediately, when he got up, the door of the operating room opened.

Jiang Jiao's right hand was wrapped with a thick layer of gauze, and a plaster was cast on it.His operation was performed under local anesthesia, which did not affect his walking. Now he walked out with the doctor.

"You are a family member, right? Come with me." One of the doctors looked at Minglian who was holding two mobile phones.

Minglian hesitated for a moment, but at this moment the doctor had already turned around and headed to the office.

The nurse said to Jiang Jiao, "Just finished the operation, try to minimize exercise."

Minglian handed the phone to Jiang Jiao, and then followed the doctor without saying a word.

Looking at Ming Lianyuan's back, Jiang Jiao felt a little uneasy.

in the office.

The doctor was very busy, so he didn't talk nonsense, and said directly to Minglian, "After the operation, no spicy food, no alcohol, no seafood, no lamb."

Minglian nodded.

Doctor: "In layman's terms, the tendon of his right hand was severed. We have connected the ruptured tendon, but how the recovery will be depends on the individual."

Minglian frowned slightly, the situation was more serious than he imagined.

"Exercise more, apply more heat, don't think that the hand is completely useless if the tendon is broken, as long as it is well maintained, there will be no problem in daily life in the future." The doctor wore glasses, and as he spoke, he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose , "However, if he is a person who has skills in his hands, he should not be able to succeed in the future. You can enlighten him more, the mood is linked to the speed of wound healing."

Thank you Minglian.

"The plaster cast can be removed after six weeks, and I have to come to check it every week. Don't use excessive force when recovering, so as not to backfire. Well, that's probably it." The doctor also said.

After coming out of the office, Ming Lian went to the pharmacy to get the medicine. By the time he and Jiang Jiao walked out of the hospital, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

Neither of them had dinner.

On the way out of the hospital, Minglian didn't speak, Jiang Jiao followed him step by step, occasionally looking at Minglian, but he didn't dare to speak.

There is no shortage of restaurants next to the hospital. Minglian found a restaurant with a good appearance and a clean environment.

I ordered fried rice, plus bone soup, one serving per person.

There was too much monosodium glutamate in the bone soup, and Minglian didn't want to drink it after taking a sip. Jiang Jiao, who was sitting opposite him, scooped up the rice with a spoon.

For people who are not left-handed, the left hand is of course not as good as the right hand. Jiang Jiao's movements are very slow.

"I don't know what's going on with the third uncle." Jiang Jiao looked for a topic.

Ming Lian said two words concisely, "Eat."

Jiang Jiao shut up.

After he shut up, Minglian began to tell him what the doctor said without reservation.

Jiang Jiao nodded, not caring.

When the meal was almost finished, Ming Lian put the spoon away and leaned back slightly, "Jiang Jiao, I told you the truth, you will make me feel guilty for doing this, and this feeling of indebtedness makes me very uncomfortable. "

Jiang Jiao didn't even have time to put down the spoon and said, "You don't have to feel guilty, even if you want to, it's not you, but the human trafficker! The culprit is him. If it wasn't for their human trafficking, we wouldn't see injustice. "

Minglian's expressionless face, the light fell on his delicate and glamorous face, with a sense of distance, like a gemstone statue enshrined on a high platform, which can only be seen from a distance.

"Whether you feel guilty is not up to you, and whether I feel uncomfortable is also up to you." Ming Lian crossed his arms.

If you have studied people's body movements, you can actually know that if the other person's upper body leans forward slightly during a conversation, it is showing recognition, agreement, and acceptance of these emotions.

On the contrary, if a person folds his arms and leans on the soft chair behind him, he is in a state of defense and resistance.

Jiang Jiao had never studied body language, but he was keenly aware of Minglian's impatience from his tone.

"If you have to say that you feel guilty, I should be the one who feels guilty. I have treated you very badly these years, and I have failed you. The person who should feel guilty is obviously me .” Jiang Jiao involuntarily squeezed the spoon in his hand.

Minglian frowned, "But you do, that's your business."

This sentence alone once again draws a clear dividing line between the two.

Although they are close at hand, they seem to be separated by thousands of miles.

Jiang Jiao choked, and suddenly found that he couldn't find a word of excuse.

"I don't want to have any emotional involvement with you now. But what you did today, no matter what the reason, is against my original intention. So Jiang Jiao, don't follow me anymore, is that okay?" Minglian lowered his eyes.

Jiang Jiao looked at Minglian without blinking, his eyes were flushed, like a desperate beast.

Even at ten o'clock in the evening, there are still many guests in the restaurant. Guests come and go, and some of them are probably relatives who have recovered and can be discharged from the hospital. Finally, they are in the mood to talk and laugh.

However, laughter and laughter are in the minority, and a cloud hangs over the majority of guests.

For example, Jiang Jiao, who didn't know whether he lost too much blood, or felt desolate, but there was not much blood on his face.

He stammered and spoke, as if every word that came out of his mouth was covered with thorns, and it was finally uttered after a lot of rolling in the throat.

"I'm sorry to bother you, in the future, in the future, I won't."