He was injured, but not very serious. Although he vomited blood, it was not fatal.
Soon, a middle-aged couple came to the door in a hurry. When they saw their injured son, they rushed over with pain, "Mingze, how are you doing? Mingze! Why are you beaten like this? Who beats you
of?!"
When he looked at the person who was suspected of the murderer beside him, Mother Han wanted to slap him a few times! There was a fierce light in her eyes and said to the police, "Comrade! Please punish him! Keep him well! He takes my house
My baby son is so beaten up! What's wrong? Is there any reason?"
"Mom." Han Mingze called out softly. He felt very sorry. Such a big man had caused trouble for his family and made them worry.
"Son, don't talk, let mom have a good look!"
"I'm fine, it's fine." He endured the pain and said calmly.
Zhang Linmo stood up and took two steps back. He was not afraid, but just wanted to stay away from the Han family, which was really annoying!
"Yunjing, your son has taken action, too." The police were quite fair.
After all, Han’s mother is a woman, and when the police spoke, she didn’t dare to say anything.
Han's father was tall, hugged his son's shoulder with distress, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on? Why do you have to fight? What's the reason? Who made the first move?"
Han Mingze did not answer, but Han’s mother was most concerned about his body. Did he hurt any of it and whether it hurts?
The police saw Zhang Linmo rolling his eyes at them, looking very disdainful, so they raised their wrists to look at the time and said impatiently, "Where are you, where are your family members? If you don't come, just live here! Arrange a room for you
house!"
"It was him who acted first!" Zhang Linmo finally spoke, still full of resentment.
This made Han’s mother angry, “It’s my son who was injured! What kind of society is it? Is there any reason for you to hurt someone?”
"I was injured too!" Zhang Linmo rolled up his sleeves and shone out the scratches last night.
But this time it looks like it is not a new injury. Han’s mother was angry and laughed, “It was not done by my son!”
"Then I didn't get his injury!" Zhang Linmo retorted quickly and shouted to her, "Have you seen it with your own eyes?! Which eye saw me hit me?!"
"You..." Han's mother almost got angry to death.
And what Zhang Linmo wants is this effect.
"Okay, OK!" The policeman felt a headache, "Don't make noise!"
At this time, the director brought Jingting in from the door. When everyone turned their eyes to look at the footsteps.
"Director Li." The police greeted.
After Jingting entered the door, his deep and calm eyes fell on his younger brother's face. Seeing that his younger brother was not injured and in good condition, he felt relieved.
But my brother lifted up his sleeves, and he saw the scratches at a glance. How did he do it?
Zhang Linmo knew that his brother's eyes were sharp, so he quickly put down his sleeves and avoided his gaze, afraid that he would expose it.
"Mr. Jing?" When Dad Han saw this man in suit and tie, he was surprised at first, and then he became complimentary. He didn't care about his son's injuries.
Jingting just glanced at him lightly, then turned his gaze back to Zhang Linmo.
Zhang Linmo may feel embarrassed. He didn't dare to look at his brother's eyes, nor did he remember how many times he wiped his butt.
"Where is your parents?" Han Ma looked at Zhang Linmo unhappily, "Do you want to deal with this matter? You beat my son like this!"
After hearing the director's low statement, several policemen nodded silently, and were not as serious as before.
Jingting looked at Han Mingze and said, "Tell me, how did you mess with my brother?" There was no blame in his tone, but he was actually defending something.