Chapter 274 Dig a colorful trap for the lovely you
Song Xiang was not expecting the sudden madness of the Zhang family, and the sudden appearance of Bo Zhan completely confused Song Xiang.
Especially when the young master brought a group of people, first he blocked the ashtray for her, and then with a roar, the whole Zhang family was picked up like chickens.
She didn't have time to ask more questions, as Ding Fan had already raised his voice to call the doctor.
Bo Zhan's forehead was bleeding, and a stream of blood slid down his cheek, which looked scary.
"elder sister……"
Song Xiang didn't have time to think about it, so she quickly took a tissue to cover his wound. Before Ding Fan could call an ambulance, she took Ding Fan's car keys and went directly to the hospital.
The Bo family's bodyguards were leading the way, and the journey was smooth.
When we arrived at the hospital, the word Bo gave all the green lights, and three or five doctors came to the emergency department.
Song Xiang stood aside, feeling that he was just going through the motions.
She visually judged that Bo Zhan's injury was not serious, it just looked scary. However, several doctors combined and actually took out something like a net, which seemed to wrap up the entire head.
Bo Zhan stood up on the spot and said, "No need."
Song Xiang didn't need to think about it to know that any young man could bear having his head wrapped in a net. Isn't that shameless?
Several doctors looked at each other in shock. Unexpectedly, the flattery was not done well, so they had to make a new plan.
Bo Zhan was sitting aside, his face gloomy, and suddenly he glanced at Song Xiang in the corner, his expression a little aggrieved.
"Sister, it hurts."
Song Xiang felt guilty, so she walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "I'm sorry for causing trouble for you."
Bo Zhan frowned, his eyes were heavy, and his perverse temperament emerged, "Who are those people? I asked someone to deal with them."
Song Xiang felt that his "handling" might not be an ordinary handling, so he immediately refused, "No, no, no, I'll do it."
She was afraid that Bo Zhan would disagree, so she quickly changed the subject, "Why did you show up in Yue Ji?"
The young man pursed his lips, feeling very unhappy, and handed his cell phone to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang opened it and saw a screenshot, all of which were automobile manufacturing companies.
Bo Zhan: "My brother asked me to familiarize myself with the industry and visit industry representative companies so that I can help him in the future."
Song Xiang was surprised. After hearing this, it seemed that the Bo brothers had a really good relationship.
"I'm really sorry, and I want to thank you. If you hadn't stepped forward, I would have been the one who got hurt."
To be honest, Song Xiang would rather be hurt herself. She owed Bo Zhan a favor for some reason, and she felt it would be difficult to repay it.
As soon as she finished speaking, the nurse came over to help Bo Zhan treat the wound.
Bo Zhan was good-looking and had the popular idol face. The little nurse wiped his face twice and his face turned red.
Song Xiang raised his eyebrows and shut up for the moment.
Bo Zhan didn't look at the nurse, but looked at Song Xiang, one lip raised, "If such a big wound appeared on my sister's face, I would be heartbroken. It might as well be on my face."
Song Xiang: "..."
The nurse was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but glance at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang was a little embarrassed and cleared her throat, "When you get home, your brother will be heartbroken."
The corners of Bo Zhan's lips were slightly sluggish, and his tone was neither cold nor indifferent, "My brother is very busy and can't see my wound."
Song Xiang just said it casually and waited for the nurse to treat Bo Zhan's wound.
Ding Fan called and said that the Zhang family had been sent to the police station and that Song Xiang, as the victim, needed to make a record.
Song Xiang hung up the phone and prepared to wait for Bo Zhan to finish before leaving.
The process continued until three o'clock, when Bo Zhan had three stitches on his forehead and a small piece of gauze.
Although Song Xiang was wary of this child, seeing such an injury made him feel a little uncomfortable.
She opened her mouth to say that she wanted to take a transcript first, but Bo Zhan spoke first.
"Sister, have you had lunch?"
Only then did Song Xiang remember that she had indeed not eaten lunch, and now she suddenly felt hungry.
Bo Zhan leaned over and smiled mischievously, "Shall we go out to eat souvenirs?"
Song Xiang was a little surprised that this young master would take the initiative to eat from a roadside stall.
She was also hungry, so she subjectively didn't want to refuse, so she struggled for a while and then nodded.
Bo Zhan seemed to be familiar with the area, so he took her sleeve and walked into the alley.
The whole alley was filled with stalls that didn't look very clean. It was probably that even a veteran like Duan Ge wouldn't be willing to come, but Bo Zhan didn't care and just sat down to take apart his chopsticks.
Song Xiang sat down opposite him, and was really curious about the education of the Bo family and how they raised two brothers who were so different from each other.
She had some impression that Bo Siyan was the same person as Yan Han. The difference was that Yan Han was a bit arrogant and indifferent, looking down on everyone, while Bo Siyan didn't look at anyone.
In other words, she felt that Bo Siyan was inhumane and his face was really paralyzed.
"When I was a child, my mother always made hand-cooked rice cakes, and they were much more delicious than those made here." The boy came over, covered his mouth with one hand, and whispered, looking like a child.
Song Xiang came back to her senses. When she heard her mother's words and remembered Bo Zhan's identity, she felt complicated.
Bo Zhan didn't seem to care. He propped up his chin and waited for his hand, looking around.
By chance, an old man came in at the door, looking dirty.
Song Xiang was probably a beggar. He was about to pay, but found that he had no change.
As soon as he raised his head, Bo Zhan stood up opposite him. He dug into his pocket naturally, took a hundred-dollar bill and walked towards the door.