1117. Chapter 1117 Don't hold back your internal injuries
"That's enough. I hope you won't waste our time until you find substantial evidence." Dongfang Xing stood up with a slap on the table. He really had enough of them and didn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry, you can leave. We will contact you again if necessary." Indeed, the so-called evidence they found was really not convincing.
Dongfang Xing had a sullen face and pulled Xia Hou Huan'er away.
It seems that he must still be angry about the photo incident just now.
Xiahou Huan'er knew that he wouldn't be able to settle it so easily.
She bit her fingers, secretly thinking about how to comfort him.
As soon as they stepped out of the police station, Su Qi suddenly heard an anxious reminder: "Sister-in-law, be careful."
Before he could finish his screams, he saw a middle-aged man rushing over with a paint bucket and throwing it at Xia Hou Huan'er.
That's red paint.
"Ah..." This happened so suddenly that Xiahou Huan'er had no time to hide.
"Damn it." Dongfang Xing cursed in a low voice, reached out and quickly took her hand, pushing her behind him.
With a popping sound, all the paint was splashed on Dongfang Xing's body. Although he covered his face with his arms in time, the red oil was still affected, and his clothes, hands and face were all stained.
"You murderer, give back my daughter's life." When the man who poured red oil on Xiahou Huan'er saw that he couldn't do it, he immediately pulled out a fruit knife and pounced on her.
Dongfang Xing immediately tore off his paint-stained coat and threw it at him. While he was tied up by the coat, he snatched the fruit knife from his hand with one hand and threw it far away. Then he kicked him away.
He walked out, and at this time, the PC from the police station also rushed over and quickly subdued the man.
"Hubby, are you okay?" Xiahou Huan'er stepped forward anxiously and wanted to hold his hand, but he quickly backed away, frowned and said in a deep voice, "Don't touch me."
"Why, are you injured somewhere? Call an ambulance quickly." Xiahou Huan'er said anxiously, and quickly took out her mobile phone from her handbag to call the ambulance center.
"Don't hit me. I'm not injured. I won't let you touch me because of the paint on my body." Dongfang Xing said a little helplessly.
Hearing this, Xiahou Huan'er looked at him carefully and found that paint had been splashed on many places on his body, even on his face.
Imagine that your majestic, domineering, and handsome face is splashed with red oil. It would be such a ruinous and funny thing.
It was really funny, but Xia Houhuan'er didn't dare to laugh. His expression was already bad just now, and it was even worse now. If she laughed at him again, she thought he would strangle her to death.
But this rare shot, which was rare in a century, was so funny that she couldn't hold it in anymore.
Xiahou Huan'er picked up the handkerchief and tried to wipe away the red oil on his face while holding back her smile. However, without water or detergent, it was really difficult to wipe it off.
Dongfang Xing gritted his teeth and glared at her fiercely: "Laugh if you want to, don't hold it in and get internal injuries."
I don't even think about who he suffered for. She is so heartless. She really deserves a beating.
"I won't laugh at you..." She wouldn't be so heartless, but it was hard to bear. She was about to suffer internal injuries.
At this time, after receiving the notice, Wild Rose rushed out quickly. When she saw the red oil on Dongfang Xing's body, she was stunned for a moment and said quickly: "I'm sorry, why don't you go to the police station to clean it up first."
