He Mengjie was behind Wen Xuan, and even heard the muffled sound of an iron rod hitting his arm. Her heart felt like it was lightning, and it burned violently, and then it started to hurt violently. "Ah! Wen Xuan!" she blurted out.
scream.
Wenxuan was hit by a stick, and took the iron stick with it. He grabbed it and grabbed it from the black guy's hand.
Hearing He Mengjie screaming, he turned his head and looked at her quickly, flew over to smile, then turned around and waved the iron rod, and said, "I'm fine, don't worry!"
He said calmly and confidently, which made He Mengjie feel a little calmer.
After seeing that with the iron rod, Wenxuan's disadvantages were obviously reversed, and he actually fought against four, which was more than enough.
At this moment, the sound of a sirens sounded from afar.
When the young people heard this voice, they stopped all the time, looked at each other, then cursed "Damn it", and ran away after losing the iron stick.
Seeing that they were about to escape, Wenxuan stepped forward and twisted David's collar, then held David's arm behind him.
The sirens quickly arrived beside him, and two policemen got out of the car and pressed their hands on the gun holster on their waist.
Wenxuan turned to them in English and said, "Here!"
The police came forward to handcuff David, then asked about the situation, and finally took He Mengjie, Wenxuan and David back to the police station together.
After recording the confession, Wen Xuan said to the police righteously: "As a business person who came to the United States from other countries, I feel very insecure when I encounter such an attack at night. I hope you can thoroughly check it.
, arrest those who attempt to attack us!"
The police replied politely: "We will, and now David is recording his confession."
By the time Wenxuan and He Mengjie came out of the police station, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and the coldest time in the day was the day.
He Mengjie took off her windbreaker and put it on him, "You might as well wear it, otherwise you will catch a cold."
Wenxuan put on the windbreaker, but the button was not buttoned, but pulled up the windbreaker and hugged He Mengjie from behind, and wrapped her in the windbreaker. Then he smiled: "This way we both warm up."
He Mengjie struggled unconsciously and accidentally touched his arm, and he frowned.
He Mengjie immediately did not dare to move, looked up at him, and her eyes were exploring: "How is your injury?"
Wenxuan gritted his teeth: "It's okay."
"Go to the hospital." He Mengjie held him.
Wenxuan didn't move: "Forget it, I was just hit by an iron stick. It's nothing big, it'll be fine in a few days."
"What if the bone is damaged? No, you must go!" He Mengjie became angry and became tough.
Wenxuan smiled at the corner of his lips and nodded, "My wife said, I'll go. Otherwise, there would be a bit of a fracture and something that wouldn't recover from the future. How can I take care of my wife?"
He Mengjie was so angry and helpless when she saw him talking nonsense. She wanted to refute it, but for the sake of his injury, she was too lazy to argue with him.
The two went to the hospital, and the doctor on duty saw that it was them again, and was so surprised. This was their third time looking for him.
"What's wrong this time?" the doctor asked.
Wenxuan rolled up his sleeves and saw a piece of blue-sized purple on his forearm, which was slightly swollen.