1221: Did you eat the plaintiff and then the defendant?
Wen Ying said she wanted to borrow the bathroom, and didn't give Song Foxiang and Song Chan a chance to object. She got into the bathroom, closed the door and locked it, and did it in one go!
Song Foxiang lives in a single ward, with an independent bathroom, and the hospital is also very disinfected.
But Wen Ying's behavior made the father and daughter feel strange.
...It seems like a dog is chasing Wen Ying. Is he in such a hurry?
Before Song Chan could speak, Jiang Xuekun also entered the ward: "Mr. Xie came to the hospital."
Song Foxiang was a little excited.
"How could he come?"
"Examination of injuries."
Jiang Xuekun wanted to inform Song Foxiang so that Song Foxiang would not be mentally prepared.
It was rare for Song Foxiang to feel guilty.
Could it be that my kick broke Xie's body?
Then I thought about it, just kick it if it breaks. Maybe it is a silver-like wax gun tip that is not useful in the first place!
Besides, it was Xie who made the first move, and he was just fighting back in self-defense, and he has his reasons wherever he goes.
Song Foxiang calmed down and sneered: "How long has it been? If anything, can Mr. Xie's injury still be saved?"
This mouth is too bad.
Fortunately, Jiang Xuekun had good self-control and was not on Xie Jinghu's side from the bottom of his heart. If Zhao Dong had been present, Song Foxiang would have been so angry that he would have jumped off his feet.
"Old Song, I just want to inform you that what you want to do is your own business. Don't worry, the unit will definitely be your back-up."
Jiang Xuekun was well-educated and his stance was not biased. Even Song Foxiang was a little embarrassed.
Song Chan tried to smooth things over: "Uncle Jiang, don't argue with my dad. He couldn't hold back his anger when he heard that Mr. Xie was coming."
"Mr. Jiang, I was wrong."
Song Foxiang didn't ask Song Chan to help apologize.
Jiang Xuekun didn't say anything.
They are both fathers. When Song Foxiang and Xie Jinghu are compared together, it is really a matter of comparison.
Just for this reason, Jiang Xuekun couldn't help but mention Song Foxiang, so that Song Foxiang would let it go as soon as it was good.
The three of them were talking in the ward. Xie Jinghu had already arrived at the hospital accompanied by his assistant, Zhong Yong and the police from the police station. Xie Jinghu was pushed upstairs by a wheelchair. The wheelchair passed by Xie Qian. Xie Jinghu glanced at Xie Qian and said with a smile:
"I thought you were so capable!"
This is a pun, saying that Xie Qian can neither solve Song Foxiang nor stop Xie Jinghu from leaving the police station, so he has no support from both sides.
Xie Qian smiled and said, "Editor-in-Chief Song said that a tiger has no son. I learned a lot of my skills from you. I also feel that there is still a lot of room for improvement."
Is it any wonder that you are young but not capable enough?
What's strange is that someone like Xie Jinghu, who is so young and even got into a fight and got himself sent to the police station, really doesn't know how to discipline his son.
Wen Ying hid in the bathroom and heard the conversation between Xie Jinghu and Xie Qian clearly, feeling very sorry for Xie Qian.
Verbal violence is also violence.
Xie Jinghu, a living scumbag, always belittles her male idol!
Huh, if someone else has such an outstanding son, they would definitely be eager to offer it up. Only a living scumbag can't see how good Xie Qian is!
Fortunately, Xie Qian knew how to fight back.
Well done, just do it like this!
Xie Jinghu was indeed angry with Xie Qian and was about to have a seizure when Zhong Yong urged Xie Jinghu to go for a check-up: "Mr.
Xie Jinghu then let his assistant push him away with a dark face.
Although he passed Song Fo Fo Xiang's ward, Xie Jinghu didn't even enter, as if he didn't know Song Fo Xiang was inside.
After more than ten minutes, Zhong Yong came over and told Xie Qian that Xie Jinghu had admitted himself to the hospital.
"Is it really that serious?"
Xie Qian didn't believe it.
Zhong Yong said seriously, "Mr. Xie, this kind of injury is hard to tell. If Mr. Xie feels uncomfortable, he can be hospitalized, just like Chief Editor Song's concussion."
Zhong Yong and Xie Qian were talking at the door of the ward. Song Foxiang could hear clearly inside. Song Foxiang was so angry that he almost jumped out of bed.
Xie Jinghu was so shameless that he copied his tricks!
Plagiarism!
Which literati could tolerate this? Song Foxiang wanted to turn over and play Xie Jinghu as the main guest.
"Old Song!"
Jiang Xuekun shouted to him in a low voice, "You are not feeling well, why do you want to get out of bed?"
If you want to pretend to be injured, you have to act professional.
Song Foxiang was indignant and turned his face to one side.
Song Chan thought to herself: Sure enough, Xie Qian and Mr. Xie are at odds, and even Mr. Jiang’s position is very subtle.
Wen Ying was just thinking about whether to come out of the bathroom. No matter how good the hospital's disinfection work was, it was still a bathroom, but Xie Jinghu's assistant suddenly came over.
Assistant Xie Jinghu came to apologize on behalf of Xie Jinghu.
When Wen Ying talked about this, she was very energetic. She immediately put it on the door panel to listen, and then Wen Ying heard that Song Chan's Xiao Dao Dao was online.
Song Chan's voice is not loud, she is still the same as in school, she has the temperament of a goddess, but it is particularly irritating.
"I have a doubt."
As soon as Song Chan opened her mouth, everyone in the room looked at her. She asked Assistant Xie Jinghu seriously: "Does Mr. Xie usually not eat?"
"...?"
What is the problem?
The assistant didn't respond for a moment.
"Of course we eat—"
Song Chan gave a mocking blow: "It turns out that I have to eat in person. I thought you assistants and losers usually take turns eating for Mr. Xie. Speaking of which, you were also present when Mr. Xie beat someone.
Why didn't you 'play' for Mr. Xie?"
Who are you calling a bitch?
The assistant's face turned red.
The corners of Zhong Yong's mouth turned up. He remembered that the situation was wrong, so he endured it.
——But out of the corner of my eye I saw Mr. Xie smiling too, so I can relax a little, right?
Song Chan chuckled, "Why, I made a mistake. President Xie eats in person and won't apologize in person? Aren't they all operated through the same mouth?"
The assistant's face turned dark, and he adjusted his mentality before he could answer the words: "Classmate Song, this is a matter between adults. You, a minor, should not interrupt. I apologize to Editor Song on behalf of Mr. Xie, not to you.
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Song Chan wouldn't let her get in because of her assistant's avoidance.
"I am my father's daughter. He is injured and it is inconvenient to speak. Of course I am qualified to speak for him. But you, are you Mr. Xie's son? Why do you apologize for Mr. Xie?"
Mr. Xie's son stood at the door wanting to see a joke.
The assistant's eyes were full of resentment, complaining that Xie Qian ignored the overall situation. Song Chan told him not to count on Xie Qian: "Oh, it's actually none of Xie Qian's business. He has already apologized for Mr. Xie, and I personally accept it."
The assistant had no time to rejoice. Song Chan changed her tone and said, "It's a pity that my dad didn't accept it."
——You little girl, are you just trying to make fun of others?
Song Chan's sharp teeth and sharp mouth made the assistant play around, and even Xie Qian couldn't help but take another look at Song Chan.
Sensing Xie Qian's gaze, Song Chan straightened her back subconsciously.
Song Chan is not very beautiful, but she is tall and thin and has a very nice neck line.
But he didn't know that the person Xie Qian was looking at was Song Chan, but what he thought of was Wen Ying: Song Chan's ability to antagonize others is comparable to Wen Ying's Qiba success.