Chapter 148 The sick and sweet junior begged me to coax him again (31)

The man's eyes widened in horror as he felt his fear.

He raised his elbow and rushed behind him, but was tied up by the dog walking leash that Song Yan had taken in the car several times.

With a "bang", Song Yan grabbed the man's neck and pressed the man against the wall, and said coldly: "Who are you!"

"Um...um!"

The man struggled and couldn't make a sound. Song Yan looked at him, "It's better not to play tricks on me."

As soon as he let go, the man hurriedly said, "I, I came to find my friend and accidentally took the wrong path. I didn't follow me on purpose, really didn't..."

His tone was weak, and he deliberately spoke to attract Song Yan's attention, but his hands quickly and skillfully unbuttoned the rope.

When Song Yan realized something was wrong, he punched Song Yan with his backhand. Song Yan raised his hand to block it, and was hit by the wall by the huge impact force.

The two of them fought together, and outside the door was Zhaoge's door.

The man was afraid that Song Yan would call his helper, so he pulled out the dagger in his pocket.

Song Yan did not call for help. When he saw the man rushing over with a dagger, he instantly twisted the man's wrist backwards.

The man groaned, and Song Yan came back to his senses, as if he was thinking of something, he suddenly felt relieved.

When the man's dagger cut a hole along his abdomen.

Song Yan gasped, and the two stopped at the same time.

The man thought he had killed someone, and his hand holding the dagger was shaking a little. Song Yan slowly raised his head, and there was a faint bloodthirsty excitement on his face.

The man was also shocked by Song Yan's unusual reaction. Song Yan directly punched the man in the face, and the man fell to the ground in an instant.

He looked at Song Yan who was getting closer and suddenly realized that the other party could not beat him, but wanted to force him to take action first.

The fear went up the backbone, and the man felt that the person in front of him thought to himself that he was such a lunatic, and he hurriedly walked towards the stairs with his hands and feet.

Song Yan directly slashed the person out of his hand, which showed how strong his strength was.

He looked down at his wound, took off his coat and gritted his teeth to stop the blood, and dragged the man's collar with his other hand, walking towards the stairs step by step like he was dragging garbage.

When Zhaoge met Song Yan again, he was in the police station.

"Song Yan! How are you?"

Zhaoge received a call from the police station and rushed over immediately.

As soon as I entered the waiting room, I saw Song Yan with blood on his clothes at a glance.

She hurriedly ran over and half-squatted in front of Song Yan to check his wound.

Song Yan pulled her, pulled the person up, and comforted her softly: "It's okay, just a hole. Look, isn't you even need to go to the hospital?"

Song Yan's words were half true and half false. He didn't have to go to the hospital because he bandaged it in a car 120.

As for the injury, he was very cautious when he was in the corridor, and he really just cut a not-so-deep hole.

The injury is not deep, but the stitching is still necessary.

Zhaoge looked at his pale face, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The police just said on the phone that he insisted on taking the transcripts, and he said why don’t you have to go to the hospital and be a three-year-old child?

"Song Yan! Are you stupid? I don't know if you call the police the first time. He has a knife on his body!"

"Senior sister..."

When Song Yan shouted, Zhao Ge was furious and couldn't get up or down. She said angrily: "What are you doing?"

"Speak quietly, you yelled to me and have a headache."

Song Yan rubbed his ears, looked up at Zhaoge standing in front of him, and joked.

Zhao Ge's eyes fell on Song Yan's wound again, and he wanted to touch his outstretched hand but didn't dare to touch it.

Song Yan raised his hand, held her slightly cool fingers, and whispered: "It's okay, I really don't hurt."

After a moment of silence, Zhaoge let go of his hand and stood up straight and said, "Did you deliberately ask him to stab you? Song Yan, are you afraid of your life?"

She really didn't expect that Song Yan would do so randomly.

He was obviously in the room, but he didn't say anything, thinking of solving the problem of voyeurism alone.

Song Yan saw that she was angry, carefully grabbed her wrist and said softly:

"I don't know if he is a habitual offender. If he calls the police directly, he will be detained for a few days at most.

If he doesn't leave, you will be in danger.

The police have not found out whether this person has any accomplices. Your place is not safe, and it is safer to move to live with your friends recently."

Song Yan paused, his head tilted slightly, and said with a smile:

"If it is inconvenient for your friend, I can also take you in. You know, I have a guest room there.

After all, we are friends, so it is appropriate to help each other."

Before Zhaoge could let go of his worries, Song Yan laughed and joked with her here.

She couldn't help glaring at Song Yan, "When is it..."

"Dongdong" sounded knocking at the door, and a young lady in police uniform signaled politely to Zhaoge:

"Ms. Zhao, I'm sorry. Because it involves your residence, you also need to make a record."

Zhaoge subconsciously glanced at Song Yan, but was still a little worried.

Song Yan still had a smile on his face. If it weren't for the obvious gauze on his waist, he would have looked like he was here to drink tea.

He said, "Go, I'll wait for you here."

"Don't run around, wait here."

As soon as Zhaoge left in the second, Song Junzhe pushed open the door and appeared in the waiting room.

The waiting room and the corridor outside were separated by glass. Song Junzhe looked at Zhao Ge's disappearing from the corner, with a complicated expression, "Xiao Yan, you are too impulsive."

The second when Song Junzhe appeared at the door, the smile on Song Yan's face stopped.

He had no expression on his face, he was very plain, "Brother."

Song Junzhe was slightly stunned and turned to look at Song Yan sitting quietly not far away.

Except in front of his parents, he hadn't heard it for a long time, and Song Yan took the initiative to call him brother.

When did it start? Song Junzhe has never forgotten it.

The day Song Yan was rescued from the human trafficker's nest, he lost his younger brother.

Or earlier, when he left him alone behind him, he lost the qualification to let Song Yan call him his brother.

Song Yan's "Brother" was not sarcastic or plain, but it made Song Junzhe's nose slightly sour.

"Xiao Yan, what did you call me just now?"

"Brother, it's not her business. It's my own decision. You don't want it..."

"Don't worry, I won't cause trouble for Zhaoge."

Song Junzhe added: "Your brother, I am not a person who doesn't understand right or wrong. Xiao Yan, you are not wrong in this matter, but there are better ways.

Next time, don’t hurt yourself easily. Otherwise, the people you protect will blame themselves and their families will be sad.”

Seeing Song Junzhe carefully organizing language, Song Yan felt indescribable emotions in his heart.

Some things cannot be solved in a short time. He knew that Song Junzhe was good to him, but he still needed some time.

He turned his head unnaturally and coughed lightly:

"I understand. Brother, don't tell your family about this for the time being, is that OK?"

Song Yan was used to being alone, so he didn't think too much about it when he was doing it.

If something really happened to me, not only would I not help Zhaoge, but I would also drag her into the vortex.

Song Yan suddenly realized that perhaps what Song Junzhe said was right.
Chapter completed!