My nemesis brother looks at me very strangely

Song Anyu's ears and mouth were bleeding, his breathing became weaker, his cheeks and eye sockets were swollen and congested, blood mixed with snot and tears dripped on the light-colored T-shirt, staining a large mottled bloodstain.

Just looking at it, Jiang Beiyu felt his scalp numb and his spine trembling. He immediately rushed forward and hugged Ning Nanjia, who was so violent that Song Anyu had beaten to death, and dragged him back, while whispering in his ear to comfort him:

"Ning Nanjia, calm down."

Song Anyu, who lost his support, fell to the ground, his bones were limp, he was dying, and his eyelids were weakly half-closed.

The commotion was so loud that the cleaner who heard it immediately called the police and an ambulance.

When he received the police mission, Liu Zhenghong was at the police station handling the follow-up documents of a theft case. After hearing what Meng Haiyang said about the situation, he immediately put down his work and took people to the boxing gym.

Song Anyu broke three ribs and had mild gastric bleeding in the abdomen, but fortunately, it was not life-threatening, most of them were skin traumas, and he woke up not long after the operation.

Liu Zhenghong made a record for him and came out. When he saw Ning Nanjia standing outside the ward with a stern expression and a bruise on his face, he immediately went up to the ground in a rage and grabbed his lapel and shouted:

"Ning Nanjia! Who do you think you are? Fighting fiercely over trivial matters, have you ever thought about what you would do if you beat someone to death? What would your grandparents do? Ah!"

With half of his cheek buried in the dark shadow, Ning Nanjia silently let him yell and curse.

The blue veins on his neck were so angry that he saw Ning Nanjia's indifferent attitude, Liu Zhenghong raised his hand angrily, and before his slap fell, he blocked Ning Nanjia's face with one hand.

The palms of Ning Nanjia's head were pressed to protect him in his arms. Jiang Beiyu's face was pale, his narrow and clear eyes were as dark as ink, showing extreme blackness and coldness, his mouth opened slightly, and his voice was hoarse. road:

"Officer Liu, it has nothing to do with Ning Nanjia's business. It's my fault. You can hit me if you want."

Seeing that Jiang Beiyu took all the blame for his crimes, Ning Nanjia frowned slightly, grabbed his wrist and shouted, "Don't talk nonsense."

After his words fell for a long time, Jiang Beiyu ignored him, and stood in front of him with his back straight, refusing to back down.

Seeing the two of them protecting each other more than the other, Liu Zhenghong felt both angry and ridiculous,

"Do you think it's just the two of you opening your mouths and saying whose fault it is that you can turn it over? Especially you Jiang Beiyu, if you were really afraid that something would happen to him, you should have stopped him then..."

Before he finished speaking, Ning Nanjia interrupted him suddenly with an angry voice,

"Why do you even think it's Ah Yu's fault? It's obviously Song Anyu's fault, why do you all blame Ah Yu!"

The suppressed painful emotion in his eyes collapsed in an instant, Ning Nanjia's eyes were red, the hand holding Jiang Beiyu trembled uncontrollably, his voice was so bitter that it was almost hoarse.

For a long time, Zheng Yizhen felt that Jiang Mingfeng didn't like her because Jiang Beiyu always got into trouble and annoyed him, so he blamed Jiang Beiyu a lot, and because of Jiang Mingfeng's fear and resentment towards Zheng Yizhen, he hated Jiang Beiyu. He was always on guard against him, and now Liu Zhenghong felt that Shui Jiang Beiyu didn't hold him back because he got into trouble...

Everyone was blaming Jiang Beiyu, but no one ever thought of treating him well.

His Jiang Beiyu is so nice and obedient, he is just a fool who can forget all the pain and unhappiness with a little sweetness, he is the boy he wants to hold in the top of his heart, he likes him so much that his whole heart hurts.

As long as Ning Nanjia thought of the grievances Jiang Beiyu had suffered in the past, he would feel his heart ache as if his heart had been torn apart alive. Anger mixed with pain, devoured his internal organs until there was nothing left.

As if knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, Liu Zhenghong's face was slightly pale, and he looked at Ning Nanjia silently, whose eyes were reddened by the pain, and it took him a long time to say something in a low voice,

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, Xiaojia, I know you are very sad, but it is an indisputable fact that you hit someone. The person involved said that as long as you are willing to apologize to him, he will not pursue you, even if it is not for you. You yourself, you have to admit this mistake for your grandparents."

Although the words were a little unreasonable, they were really for his own good.

Ning Nanjia couldn't listen, and was about to refuse straight away, when Song Zhiwei's figure suddenly appeared in her field of vision, as if she came in a hurry, and she didn't even have time to change her shoes.

Seeing Song Zhiwei coming, Liu Zhenghong breathed a sigh of relief, and simply told her what happened and Song Anyu's request for an apology. In the end, he also hoped that she could persuade Ning Nanjia.

Song Zhiwei nodded again and again, it was the first time that such anxiety and panic appeared on her usually calm and peaceful face, seeing that Ning Nanjia was fine, she was anxious and angry, but she was reluctant to beat and scold her, so she just begged in a low voice,

"Xiaojia, listen to Xiao Liu and apologize to that child, okay?"

Ning Nanjia hesitated at first, but finally, under Song Zhiwei's various pleadings, she had to follow her and Liu Zhenghong into the ward.

Song Anyu's head was wrapped with a bandage and his body was also clamped with a splint. He couldn't lie down in pain, so he could only sit stiffly on the hospital bed. When he saw Ning Nanjia walking in, he said with a gloomy expression and a mocking and triumphant tone:

"What? Do you want to apologize? Kowtow to me twice on your knees, and say that I was wrong, and I will let you go."

With disdain and disgust flowing in his eyes, Ning Nanjia uttered a word coldly,

"I don't kneel down to trash, trash like you, I beat you every time I see you."

A vicious and vicious emotion burst out of his eyes instantly, Song Anyu sneered,

"Officer Liu, you heard me, he not only beat me, but also threatened me now, can you sue me?"

Ning Nanjia was about to curse a few more words, but Song Zhiwei immediately gave him a sharp warning look, then lowered her voice and begged:

"This little classmate, I am Xiaojia's grandma. It is wrong for him to beat someone. I will educate him when I go back. We will take full responsibility for your medical expenses and compensate you for all losses. Please hold your hand high, don't Hold my grandson accountable, okay?"

Looking away slightly from Ning Nanjia, whose back was straight as if nothing could be broken, Song Anyu looked at Song Zhiwei who was humiliated, and suddenly smiled, as if he had discovered something interesting.

"Are you Ning Nanjia's grandma?"

Song Zhiwei quickly responded, "Yes, don't blame Xiaojia, children are ignorant, so don't sue him."

A bad premonition faintly flashed across his heart, seeing Song Anyu suddenly focus his eyes on Song Zhiwei, Ning Nanjia pursed his lips, stretched out his hand to support Song Zhiwei's arm and wanted her to go first.

Just pulling the person around a corner, Song Anyu's sullen voice suddenly came from behind,

"Do you know why he hit me? Just because I said something about his little boyfriend. His little boyfriend is Jiang Beiyu. Your grandson is a pervert who likes to hang out with men, you know?"

Ning Nanjia didn't have time to hold down Song Anyu's words, and when she turned her head, she saw that Song Zhiwei's face lost all color in an instant, and her eyes were looking at him in panic and shock.

The last trace of orange-red sunset glow was swallowed into boundless blackness, and groups of high-rise buildings in the distance gradually lit up.

Jiang Beiyu stood in the corridor, staring at the void outside the window in a daze. When he heard the door of the ward opened, he subconsciously turned his head to look. He didn't see Ning Nanjia, but saw Song Zhiwei walking out with a frosty face.

Meeting his gaze, Song Zhiwei shuddered suddenly, her eyes were not as kind and kind as before, but showed obvious anger and condemnation.

Ning Nanjia followed behind and closed the door, as if he wanted to reach out to pull her, but before he touched her, she slammed him away.

Jiang Beiyu didn't know what happened, and walked towards Ning Nanjia subconsciously. He just moved a step, but Song Zhiwei suddenly shouted emotionally as if he was stimulated by something,

"Don't get close to Xiaojia, Xiaoyu, I treat you well, why do you want to hurt my grandson so much?"

Jiang Beiyu didn't dare to move anymore, because he saw resentment in Song Zhiwei's eyes, as if he had done something heinous and outrageous.

He didn't move, but Ning Nanjia moved, not only walked to his side, but also reached out to hold his hand.

Looking at the overlapping hands of the two, Song Zhiwei's eyes were about to burst, her face was as pale as paper, and her lips trembled a little, as if holding the last sliver of hope, she turned to ask Jiang Beiyu,

"Xiao Yu, isn't what that child said true? You and Xiao Jia, you don't have that kind of relationship, do you?"

Jiang Beiyu was a little dazed and dull, and reflexively wanted to follow her words and break away from the hand he was holding with Ning Nanjia, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

The unusual love between him and Ning Nanjia was exposed to Song Zhiwei in such a hasty and untimely manner.

Unable to find an answer from Jiang Beiyu, Song Zhiwei went to ask Ning Nanjia, so stubborn that she wanted to hear a negative answer from him,

"Xiaojia, grandma knows you are very sensible, you won't do anything to disappoint grandma, right?"

These words were like a soft knife, stabbing into Ning Nanjia's heart.

Looking at Song Zhiwei's almost desperate expression, he finally failed to go against his heart. While holding Jiang Beiyu's hand tightly, he said in a hoarse voice,

"I'm sorry, grandma."

Before meeting Song Zhiwei's fury, Ning Nanjia suddenly had an instinctive impulse, and desperately pulled Jiang Beiyu to turn around and run away.

When Fei Yibo received the call from Zhong Yan, Fei Yibo was in the bar discussing business with someone, not only broke out in a sweat, but also sobered up from the wine, he immediately took a taxi to pick him up.

City C was shrouded in night with bright lights, when Fei Yibai arrived at the station, he found two ignorant brats on the steps outside with little effort.