One yard is one yard, she can donate to people who really need it, but will not satisfy greedy people.

It's like Zhong Qingyang.

Thinking that she pushed the car door to get out of the car, stood outside, pulled the car door, and let Zhong Qingyang get out of the car by herself.

When he got down, she reached out and grabbed his arm and helped him.

Zhong Qingyang held the tissue with his hand to cover the wound on his forehead, fell on his knee and limped as he walked.

His wound was not deep, but it was bleeding on his face, which made people scared.

Many people entering the door were shocked by his condition.

"How high is this?"

The nurse saw Zhong Qingyang's situation and hurried forward to inquire.

While asking, led them to the operating room, and other nurses called out.

"Smashed." Xin Xiaoxiao returned to the nurse without hesitation.

The nurse asked again: "What did you use?"

Xin Xiaoxiao said: "He fell down by himself."

what? Did he fall by himself?

Zhong Qingyang turned his head and frowned at Xin Xiaoxiao, his eyes seemed to say: Xin Xiaoxiao, can you still have no conscience?

Xin Xiaoxiao pretended not to see and did not understand, she would not take the initiative to tell others that he fell over to protect her.

Moreover, she also didn't believe that his starting point was purely for her good, and his motive was clearly impure, why should she accept his favor.

He just begged that his life and death had nothing to do with her.

Besides, the motorcyclist is just grabbing the bag. If he didn't come and push her, she would at most be robbed of the bag, so she would suffer the pain of hitting a street light to catch up.

Xin Xiaoxiao ignored Zhong Qingyang, put her hands in the pockets of her little yellow sweater jacket, and followed Zhong Qingyang's pace leisurely.

Zhong Qingyang is in pain now and is not in the mood to care about her.

"The wound is not deep, just use two stitches. Please pay more attention when you go home. No scars will be left."

The doctor came over to clean Zhong Qingyang's wound, and then made a judgment on his wound.

Zhong Qingyang stared in horror after hearing what the doctor said, "What? Need more stitches?"

There was a look of fear on his fairly handsome face.

Xin Xiaoxiao watched from the sidelines, and almost couldn't help but complain about him. A big man was afraid that he would be like this with two stitches. What else could he do.

If it is Xiang Yiqing, I will definitely not blink my eyes.

Although he is nagging sometimes and has a gentle personality, he is still a man when he is this man.

Hey, hey, why did you think of him again when it was okay? What did you think of him?

Maybe people are just like their first love at this time, Xin Xiaoxiao, you're really boring.

"If you don't sew, the scar will be more obvious."

"Will it hurt?"

"Only two needles, it won't hurt."

Listening to Zhong Qingyang's conversation with the doctor, and looking at Zhong Qingyang's pale face that was frightened, Xin Xiaoxiao scolded him secretly in her heart, really persuaded.

Their old Xin is really blind, and even if he finds a little vixen, he still stuffs her with such a bag.

So angry.

The thought of getting engaged, getting married, and living together with this person in the future made Xin Xiaoxiao feel angry.

She didn't want to see Zhong Qingyang one more glance.

"My bag was robbed, go to the police first."

After greeted Zhong Qingyang, Xin Xiaoxiao turned and walked outside the operating room.

Zhong Qingyang asked her: "Do you have a phone call?"

"I'll borrow one at random." Xin Xiaoxiao didn't reply Zhong Qingyang's words, and walked out of the operating room without looking back.