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Forty minutes ago, Ye Mozhu set off and went straight to the hospital.

Today she wore a simple three-leaf clover wide-necked T-shirt with a delicate and beautiful collarbone, a pair of denim shorts, long legs, straight, and the muscles were fat.

Of course, the most important thing is that she wore a ponytail today, which she flicked as she walked, plus her innocent face, so she was the most beautiful cub even when she walked on the youthful campus.

Occasionally someone greeted her, Ye Mozhu would respond with a smile, looking in a good mood.

But she should be in a bad mood, because she has been with Yuanyuan since last night. Yuanyuan's mood is very bad, and her good friend has naturally been bad.

I just don't know why, I feel good after going out.

No, Ye Mozhu thought about it carefully. It seemed that when the text message of 100,000 yuan transfer arrived, she started to feel good.

It's not because of the number of 10,0000.00, it may be because of Zhang Xiaojian's trust that transferred one hundred thousand.

After figuring it out, Ye Mozhu's mood became better.

After getting on the bus, after nearly 30 minutes of bumps, she finally came to the door of the hospital, then found the inpatient area, and came to the door of 403.

Pushing open the door, an indescribable strong smell of potion came.

Ye Mozhu pinched his little nose and saw Li Mingzhi with a band-aid on his face.

Li Mingzhi was also looking at her, with a little bit of astonishment in his eyes. He didn't understand why Ye Mozhu was the first person to see him.

Of course, Ye Mozhu didn't come to see him. He was in a good mood because the moment he saw Li Mingzhi was so bad.

There are two beds in the ward. Li Mingzhi occupies one. On the other one lies a middle-aged man with a bandage on his head. There is more than this injury on his body, but also a wound on his leg. A young nurse is working Change his dressing.

It seemed that the middle-aged man had a good chat with Li Mingzhi before, so he joked: "Yeah, boy, your girlfriend is beautiful enough."

Li Mingzhi's expression became awkward, and because of this touch, his face was full of severe pain from the injury of the bridge of the nose.

When Ye Mozhu heard this, the fire in his heart was directly ignited, and he said with a cold face, "This uncle, please don't talk nonsense, I'm not his girlfriend."

The middle-aged man is self-righteous, and the corners of his mouth that are still wounded: "You young people..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Mozhu's small face became even more cold and frosty.

The middle-aged man hurriedly shut his mouth and looked elsewhere, pretending that everything had happened before. It happened that the nurse who changed the dressing could not avoid the wound on his leg, and he made a sore tooth. Grin.

Li Mingzhi finally resisted the pain. His bruised nose and swollen face looked like a pig's head. The syrup on his face almost completely covered his appearance without knowing what kind of syrup. This has been professionally reduced swelling, even when he opened his mouth, his voice There was a serious change: "Well, what about Yuanyuan?"

It's okay not to listen to the word Yuanyuan. Upon hearing these words, the fire in Ye Mozhu's heart seemed to have been poured oil.

Her pretty face flushed a bit, remembering Yuanyuan’s heart-breaking cry last night, and when she thought of Li Mingzhi’s sobbing school girl and rewarding female anchors, Yuanyuan was still stupid and she was borrowing money from her relatives. Ye Mozhu exploded with a good temper for ten years.

"You still have the face to ask Yuanyuan?"

Ye Mozhu came to Li Mingzhi's bed and slapped it out without even thinking about it.

A clear sound of "pop!" resounded through Ward 403, and came out of the corridor with the door open.

The middle-aged uncle who was lying on the hospital bed on the other side was completely stupid, and the little nurse who was busy changing the dressing finally turned his head and saw the second slap in the face.

"Snapped."

This is a backhand draw.

Ye Mozhu didn't speak, making another forehand.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Fan faster and faster,

The middle-aged uncle noticed that Li Mingzhi's swollen face was swollen again.

At this time, the little nurse finally hugged Ye Mozhu, she was really quick to respond, and other timid nurses would not dare to stop.

Fortunately, Ye Mozhu is a little girl after all, and the strength of the whole body is not as strong as Zhang Xiaojian's punch.

So Li Mingzhi didn't suffer any more serious trauma except his face became more red and swollen. His heart was not counted...

The hugged Ye Mozhu took a few breaths, and her undulating chest finally returned to calm. She said with certainty: "I won't fight anymore."

Photographed before, Ye Mozhu's aura was too ferocious. The young nurse who had just been admitted to the hospital weakly asked, "Really stop fighting?"

"Well, I really don't fight anymore."

The little nurse let her go.

Ye Mozhu said, "Nurse, take me to pay the money."

There is also a little bit of a little nurse, stuttering: "What is the payment?"

Ye Mozhu pointed to Li Mingzhi: "Pay him medical and hospital expenses."

The little nurse didn't dare to say anything when seeing Li Mingzhi, so she said, "Okay." He quickly led the way.

When Ye Mozhu and the little nurse disappeared in front of the door, the middle-aged man looked at Li Mingzhi distressedly, thinking about the picture of the good-looking little girl who had slapped the face before and murmured: "This Also, this is too fierce."

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When he received Ye Mozhu's WeChat account, Zhang Xiaojian didn't respond for a while, and several questions continued in his mind.

Seeing Zhang Xiaojian's expression, Gao Qingsong, who was sitting aside, asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Xiaojian blinked his eyes continuously, and said in disbelief, "Ye Mozhu seems to have beaten someone."

Gao Qingsong searched hard for the three words'Ye Mozhu' in his mind, and then remembered the pretty girl who was in the police station yesterday.

The second aunt frowned and asked, "Who is Ye Mozhu?"

Gao Qingsong answered instead: "A pretty girl."

The second aunt's eyes lit up: "How beautiful is it?"

Zhang Xiaojian helplessly: "Wait a minute, I will first ask what is going on."

Then quickly typed and asked in WeChat.

Zhang Xiaojian-Did you beat him?

Ye Mozhu-a grieved expression, otherwise how could he say that he could not hold back.

Zhang Xiaojian-How did you fight?

Ye Mozhu-slapped.

Zhang Xiaojian-that's okay, a slap in the face will make him cheaper.

Ye Mozhu-I hit seven.

Zhang Xiaojian——……

Zhang Xiaojian——Have you been ruthless?

Ye Mozhu-down.

Zhang Xiaojian-what's the point?

Ye Mozhu-rounded his arms anyway.

Zhang Xiaojian——...

Zhang Xiaojian-I didn't see it, you little girl can make a movie.

Ye Mozhu-I just looked at him and remembered that Yuanyuan cried with her arms around me yesterday, and she lost her mind.Careful expression.

Zhang Xiaojian-it's okay, isn't it just seven slaps, let him stay a few more days and watch, I will pay for the hospitalization.

Ye Mozhu-I have already managed and discharged him, and the medical expenses have also been settled.

Zhang Xiaojian-then he didn't wrong you when you hit him.Laughing expressions.

Ye Mozhu-I don't need him to blame, I paid for it myself.

Zhang Xiaojian-Are you paying for it?

Ye Mozhu——When I left, I opened ten bottles of red potion and told the nurse to let him go home and wipe it off.

After reading this sentence, Zhang Xiaojian couldn't help smiling for a long time.

While laughing, he typed a line on the phone, "Ye Mozhu, are you too cute?'Finally, after thinking about it, I silently deleted it and replaced it with another line: "Does the red medicine reduce the swelling?"