"Take the film to the doctor, next one." The doctor's voice came from the window again.
An Zhisu didn't know how he helped He Siyi back to the orthopedic clinic, how he listened to the doctor's explanation of He Siyi's condition, how he got her medicine and drove her home.
An Zhisu's mind seemed to go blank along the way. He Siyi talked to her a lot about compensation issues. An Zhisu only saw her mouth opening and closing, but could not hear a single word clearly. He Siyi realized belatedly.
Something was wrong with An Zhisu. After An Zhisu stopped the car, she asked weirdly: "Hey, what's the matter with you? Why haven't you said anything? You don't want to lose money, right? You don't, I've been hit by you.
My ligament is strained. You must at least compensate me for lost wages and wages.
Mental damages, right?”
An Zhisu finally came to his senses. She looked at her and said in a hoarse voice, "How much do you want?"
So easy to talk to?
He Siyi's eyes flashed with a shrewdness like a fox. She immediately settled the accounts for An Zhisu with her fingers. After a crackling meal, she concluded: "No matter what, it will be one...not twenty thousand."
"Yeah." An Zhisu didn't even frown. She took her bag from the back seat, pulled out her phone and said, "I don't have so much cash with me. Give me your card number and I'll transfer it to you."
He Siyi was surprised and unbelievable. The person who was determined not to lose money and planned to call the police before agreed to it so readily. What a surprise. Are rich people so easy to deceive nowadays?
No matter what, it's not He Siyi's style to have money, so He Siyi reported her card number.
An Zhisu transferred 20,000 yuan from the card given to her by Alipay.
Ding dong!
A moment later, He Siyi received a text message from the bank, reminding her that there was a transfer income of 20,000 yuan.
He Siyi's mouth turned up as she held her cell phone. Twenty thousand yuan was more than her income for several months. What kind of luck did she get today? She actually made an unexpected fortune.
"Okay, now we don't owe anyone anything. Goodbye." He Siyi had just made a small fortune. She opened the car door and got out of the car in a happy mood, and limped towards the old house opposite.
An Zhisu quickly followed her out, locked the car and chased her: "Wait a minute."
He Siyi paused, her heart skipped a beat, turned around and asked warily: "What else do you want to do? Let me declare first that I will not compensate you."
"I don't want you to pay." An Zhisu shook his head and said, "Your feet are not convenient for going upstairs. I will take you home."
Hearing that she was not asking for compensation, He Siyi felt relieved and said: "Whatever you want."
An Zhisu stepped forward to support her and asked, "Which floor do you live on?"
"Fifth floor." He Siyi limped into an old house. There was no elevator in the old house, and even the lights in the corridor were not working well. He Siyi skillfully took out her mobile phone to light the way, and on her feet
I had already taken off my high heels and climbed the stairs barefoot.
An Zhisu lowered his head, his eyes filled with guilt, and asked, "Why do you live here? It doesn't look very safe here."
"I have no money. The rent here is cheap." He Siyi said and glanced at her mouth: "The wine and meat in Zhumen's streets are freezing to death. How can you rich people know how hard it is for us poor people to live."
"I'm sorry." An Zhisu apologized.
He Siyi gave her a strange look: "You are so strange."
He Siyi really felt that An Zhisu was strange. She was the one who was strong in the beginning, and then she was the one who was soft and easy to talk to. Now she just apologized to him for just casually hating the rich. It was really strange.
An Zhisu didn't speak anymore, and He Siyi stopped talking. She felt as if she had bullied her. She complained in her heart, and the two went upstairs in silence.
Yang Xi stood at the door of He Siyi's house and knocked on the door for three full minutes but no one answered. She took out her mobile phone and was about to dial He Siyi's number when she heard footsteps. She thought it might be He Siyi, so she put it away again.
Cell phone, turned around.
An Zhisu and Yang Xi looked at each other without warning. Before she could speak, Yang Xi rushed over, stretched out his hand and pulled He Siyi over, pointed at An Zhisu and asked: "Why are you talking to Siyi?"
Together?"
He Siyi was also startled by Yang Xi's sudden movement. She reflexively asked: "Sister Yang Xi, why are you here? Do you know her?"
Yang Xi turned around and glared at her: "Why are you with her? Don't you know who she is? Is it worthy of your brother to be friends with her?"
He Siyi's face changed: "Why are you mentioning my brother so well? She and I are not friends. She just bumped into me and sent me home." "What, she bumped into you!" Yang Xi's voice screamed sharply.
, stepped forward and raised his hand to slap An Zhisu on the cheek: "An Zhisu, you lunatic, do you have any humanity left? Five years ago, you killed Sihan without repentance, and now you still hit Siyi. Their brother and sister are with
What are you deep in
Great hatred!"
Although An Zhisu's mind has been blank, it does not mean that she will stand still and let Yang Xi slap her. When Yang Xi's slap fell, she had already raised her hand to block it and pushed her back a step hard.
Yang Xi stumbled and bumped into He Siyi's door. She angrily fanned the flames: "Siyi, you see clearly, she is An Zhisu, the murderer who killed your brother five years ago. It was she who caused you to lose your brother.
You will become completely an orphan!"
He Siyi was completely shocked at this moment. Surprise flashed in her eyes first, then anger, and finally turned into hatred. She threw away the medicine and bag she was carrying, and rushed towards An Zhisu. The fast An Zhi
Su can't dodge.
"An Zhisu, I'm going to kill you." He Siyi pinched An Zhisu's neck with both hands, her eyes were scary, and she pulled her hands away hard, causing An Zhisu's breathing to become rapid.
"No, it's not me..." An Zhisu opened her hand and explained: "I didn't kill your brother, Yang Xi, she was lying to you..."
"It's you, you lunatic. My brother doesn't like you, so you hit him to death. I'm going to kill you to avenge my brother." He Siyi had been brainwashed by Yang Xi for five years, and she had already firmly believed that An Zhisu was the murderer.
.She pinched An Zhisu's neck hard, wishing she could strangle her to death.
Yang Xi looked at An Zhisu being pinched by He Siyi and blushed, with a cold smile on her lips. She thought to herself, strangle her to death, strangle her to death, strangle her to death and it would be over.
An Zhisu was being strangled tightly by He Siyi, her pupils were bulging outward, and her brain was gradually deprived of oxygen. She suddenly thought of something and kicked He Siyi's injured ligament with one foot.
"Ah..." He Siyi felt a heartbreaking pain in her ligament, and she subconsciously let go of her hand. An Zhisu took the opportunity to push her away, but without He Siyi's support, she rolled down the stairs behind her.