Chapter 864 You said it’s useless for you to be the director of this department!
Only then did Min Yousan realize that things were not as he had guessed. He got up and walked back to Ye Qiaozhi who was lying on the ground, squatting down and lifting his hand to open his lying face. When he saw who it was, he couldn't help but frown.
"Mr. Third uncle! You're here," Zhu Yumin's voice shouted out to the third uncle in a crisp voice. Seeing Min Yousan stand up and look at him, and then said, "You're here!", the expression of grievance on his face when he said, "Mr. Third uncle is here."
His eyes were rosy in time, and his voice became a little more pitiful and cried, "If my brother and Wang Xiaonan were not here today, Qiao Qiao and I might have been beaten to death by them!"
Min Yousan knows this niece who has no blood relationship but has been under her nose for many years. He listens to "She may have been beaten to death". He can't help but glance at the two lying on the ground, one
I don’t know the personnel and things, one of them shrinks into a ball and doesn’t move. I wonder who is about to be beaten to death?
Min Yousan held up a smile on his face and asked, "How are you two? Are you injured?"
Zhu Yumin confided to Min Yousan in tears, saying that he had just been pushed a few times. Ye Fengqiao was stabbed by Ye Zhendong in order to save himself, and is now lying on the bed waiting for 120.
When Min Yousan heard that Ye Fengqiao was stabbed by Ye Zhendong, he didn't care about asking which room Ye Fengqiao was in, and walked in quickly.
Seeing Ye Fengqiao lying well on the bed, Yang Xiang was feeding water, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Xiang looked at him when she heard the movement and said angrily, "It's over, what are you doing?"
Min Yousan looked kind, "It's over, fifth sister-in-law, don't be angry with me."
Yang Xiang was even more annoyed when he saw that he was not anxious, "What's the use of asking you to be this director? Huihui caught the thief Huihui couldn't catch it, Huihui fight, Huihui fight, you came after Huihui fight! If it were us ourselves
If you don’t do it, it’s not that you’re out of breath. You just came to collect the corpse!”
Min Yousan smiled with a good temper, "Yes, yes, you're right! I'm here to compensate you, right? It's because I didn't do my job well, and you're wronged!"
Speaking of grievance, Yang Xiang's tears came out uncontrollably, her eyes were red and swollen, and she wiped them with her hands while saying, "We are wronged! Are we wronged... I have lived for half my life.
It’s nothing to be a person, and it’s nothing to suffer a little grievance. But what did Qiaoer do? The family of these young daughters in her twenties is running up to the top of their heads, and the reputation that people have made is not good. How can they live in the future
ah!"
Min Yousan looked ashamed, looked at Ye Fengqiao lying on the bed, and then looked at Yang Xiang, who was extremely sad and haggard. She was usually good at speaking, and her mouth was so bright that she became tongue-in-law, and she couldn't speak a word.
come out.
"Mom--" A faint voice pulled Yang Xiang out of the 'crying miserable', "Director Min, you are here too!"
Yang Xiang supported Ye Fengqiao who was struggling to sit up and said angrily: "He will come when he comes. You, a wounded, will lie down. He can blame you! Lying down, don't move."
Even if he is an elder, he is still Director Min of Chu Tomb Town. His mother has not yet dissipated her resentment in her heart over the years, otherwise she would not have deliberately neglected him so much, and she would not have even lost her basic politeness.
Ye Fengqiao never saw his mother appearing so irrational. When she was not calm, she looked at Yang Xiang with a hint of laughter and tears when she looked like a child's face when she was venting her anger, and insisted on sitting up.
Yang Xiang couldn't bear to hold her hard and prevent her from moving, but her daughter could only help her sit up according to her daughter's wishes, and then let go after she sat down.