The accident happened in just a split second. When Song Qingyou turned around, the knife was only a few centimeters away from her.

Seeing that the tip of the knife was about to pierce his heart, it suddenly stopped in mid-air. Fu Wenzhou held the blade with his bare hands, and blood dripped from his palm.

The other hand held Chen Chuan's arm holding the knife. With a flip of his wrist, the knife in Chen Chuan's hand came out and drew a stream of light. It fell into Fu Wenzhou's palm. The handle of the knife was turned in his hand and was then cut.

He thrust it violently into Chen Chuan's chest.

Drops of blood splashed on the man's clear face. His expression did not fluctuate at all, and his eyes were gloomy and filled with anger.

He pulled the knife out of Chen Chuan's chest and wanted to stab him a second time.

"Fu Wenzhou." Song Qingyou bent down and held his knife-holding wrist: "The police are here."

Fu Wenzhou's eyelashes were covered with blood beads, looking particularly charming.

Song Qingyou wiped him clean with a handkerchief: "Good boy, I'm fine, put the knife down."

Fu Wenzhou slowly loosened his palms, and the fruit knife fell to the ground with a sharp sound.

Everyone around was frightened by this scene, but Song Qingyou had no expression on her face. She just used a handkerchief to help Fu Wenzhou clean the blood stains on his face and hands.

After seeing the cut on Fu Wenzhou's hand, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and it disappeared in an instant.

This is what the police saw when they arrived.

The man was like a ruthless and cruel beast, his eyes were scarlet and his eyes were horrifying, as if he wanted to eat the man alive. But when he turned around and saw the woman, the anger between his brows disappeared in an instant.

They ran over quickly, fearing that something would happen again.

Someone dialed 120.

Song Qingyou held Fu Wenzhou's hand, slightly blocking his body, and looked at the policeman in front of him: "Chen Chuan wanted to kill me with a knife. My boyfriend was acting in self-defense."

Assistant Lin on the side spoke quickly: "Yes, I can prove that Chen Chuan did it first."

The police arrived a little late and did not see the specific situation clearly, but Chen Chuan's arrogant attitude just now did look like he was trying to harm someone.

Moreover, they all knew the man who stabbed Chen Chuan with a knife. He was Fu's little Mr. Fu.

They dare not offend until they understand the situation.

The most important thing now is to send Chen Chuan, who has suffered excessive blood loss, to the hospital.

The policeman leading the team said: "Even if it is self-defense, you still need to cooperate with us to go to the police station and take notes."

Song Qingyou frowned, her eyebrows slightly displeased, "His hand is injured, can't you see?"

The police really didn't notice it. After being reminded, they opened their mouths: "Then go to the hospital to bandage it first, and then go to the police station."

The sound of an ambulance sounded outside, and Song Qingyou followed her to the hospital.

When the doctor treated Fu Wenzhou's wound, Song Qingyou frowned slightly: "Have you injured any tendons? Will there be scars in the future?"

The doctor raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Don't worry, compared to the man lying in the emergency room not far from death, he just has a little broken skin."

Song Qingyou's voice was cold: "I've cut all the flesh."

The doctor said: "It's just a skin injury. Just sew it up and remove it in about a week. It won't leave any scars."

The corners of Fu Wenzhou's lips raised, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Youyou, I told you it's okay, so don't worry about me."

The doctor rolled his eyes and looked at him, twitching the corner of his mouth: "You're almost smiling like a flower. You really wish she cared about you."

Fu Wenzhou's smile froze on his face and his eyes twitched: "You have no control over it?"

Song Qingyou reached out and brushed the black hair from his forehead: "Speak more politely."

"Oh." Fu Wenzhou said in an arc: "Can you help me?"

doctor:"……"

"Okay, the police are still waiting for you outside." The doctor cut off the bandage and said.

Song Qingyou glanced outside the door, then turned to Fu Wenzhou: "You go with them first, I will pick you up later."

Fu Wenzhou didn't mind going to the police station. It wasn't the first time anyway.

On the contrary, it was another thing that he felt was much more important than going to the police station.

Fu Wenzhou reached out and took out a thermal box from his arms. His clothes were thick in winter, so he put the lunch box in his arms and carried it all the way without anyone noticing.

When he took it out, Song Qingyou couldn't help but be stunned.

Fu Wenzhou put the lunch box on the table and used his good hand to unscrew the lid. When he saw that the love he had specially put out was messed up due to the incident just now, his face suddenly turned ugly.

Song Qingyou smiled warmly and said: "What should I do? My love has become two halves."

Fu Wenzhou's face turned dark, and he turned his face away angrily and said nothing.

Song Qingyou raised her hands and pinched both sides of his chin, turning his head over: "I'll just do it again in the future, it's still annoying."

Fu Wenzhou said aggrievedly: "I have been showing off for a long time!"

Song Qingyou couldn't help but laugh: "Well, then you can leave after I finish eating?"

Fu Wenzhou became happy again: "Okay."

Song Qingyou sat down and started eating. Although her appetite was very small, she still finished all the food Fu Wenzhou brought in one bite.

The doctor was simply stunned.

There were policemen standing guard outside, waiting to take people to take notes. As a result, the two people had dinner inside and showed off their affection.

It's really unconscionable to bully a lonely old man like him.

The doctor said angrily: "This is not a rest room."

Song Qingyou packed up the lunch box, wiped the table clean, and said apologetically: "Sorry, we're leaving now."

"Old man, that's not what I meant." The doctor glanced at the two of them and said, "You can say his injury is more serious, otherwise, based on the condition of the one lying inside, it is very likely that the defense was excessive."

Song Qingyou said sincerely: "Thank you."

Then he took Fu Wenzhou's hand and walked out. The police waited for a long time and did not dare to be impatient. Now that they finally arrived, they did not dare to delay for a moment: "Mr. Fu, please come with us."

Fu Wenzhou locked his eyes tightly with Song Qingyou: "Remember to pick me up later."

"Yeah." Song Qingyou replied.

After receiving a positive reply, Fu Wenzhou was willing to leave.

As soon as the corridor was empty, Song Qingyou immediately lowered her eyebrows and reached out to dial Song Chang's phone.

"Uncle Chang, has the surveillance been handled?"

Song Chang: "It has been dealt with completely. Only one surveillance camera at the stairway was left for the police. From that position, we could only take pictures of the back. We couldn't see Mr. Fu swinging his knife and planning to strike a second time."

Song Qingyou said calmly: "Well, send the room booking records of Chen Chuan and Qin Tian in the hotel to Chen Chuan's wife and Qin Tian's son."

"Okay." Song Chang asked, "How is Mr. Fu doing?"
Chapter completed!