We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

Chapter 272 Don’t rush to deny our relationship

"what!"

Wen Zhixia was shocked, "Xiaolin?"

She stood up hurriedly, without even taking off her white coat, and followed Xiaoya to the emergency room.

Before I even reached the door, I heard Fan Xiaolin yelling in a rough voice:

"Damn it! I didn't bring the right equipment. If you ask me to go back again, I'll bring two hundred musclemen, each with a baton and two chainsaws, and together we'll kick the crap out of everyone in the village! Don't worry, Chen Zhuo. I have people up there, and I'll definitely help you get revenge. You didn't take that blow in vain. I'll treat you to some Japanese Wagyu beef tonight."

When Wen Zhixia heard this, she knew that she was conducting another undercover investigation.

"Bao!" She ran into the emergency room, "Are you okay?"

As soon as he entered, Wen Zhixia was stunned.

Chen Zhuo had a bloody wound nearly ten centimeters long on his arm from arm to wrist. It had just been sewn up and looked very hideous.

At first glance, Fan Xiaolin looked fine, but upon closer inspection, there were several slap marks on her face.

Part of it had turned purple, and it was obvious that he had been beaten, so he was applying an ice pack.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Zhixia quickly changed the ice packs for the two of them. "Where did you go to risk your life again?"

"I wasn't risking my life. I was at work," Fan Xiaolin said seriously, looking at Chen Zhuo apologetically. "He risked his life, and he suffered the consequences."

Chen Zhuo said unconvincedly, "I didn't suffer any loss."

Wen Zhixia looked at Fan Xiaolin, then at Chen Zhuo, "What's going on? Chen Zhuo, tell me first."

Fan Xiaolin exclaimed, "Bao, listen to me, he's not good at speaking."

"Your description is too subjective," Wen Zhixia said, "I want to hear from a third party."

Hey, that's pretty rigorous.

Chen Zhuo was helpless.

He awkwardly moved his aching arm and said, "Wait a minute, let me organize my words..."

Seeing his silly look, Fan Xiaolin suppressed her laughter and leaned close to Wen Zhixia's ear, "Are you doing this on purpose? He and I barely speak ten sentences a day. Aren't you forcing him?"

"What are you talking about?" Wen Zhixia pinched her, "Don't laugh. If you laugh again, I won't dare to say anything."

Chen Zhuo worked hard to turn on the CPU and said:

"That's about it."

Previously, Fan Xiaolin saw a video online about a young woman who was locked up at home in a rural area 200 kilometers away from Jincheng. Netizens filmed a short video of the woman and posted it online.

The content roughly says that she was a college student in the city, and later went to the countryside to do social research. She fell in love with a 50-year-old man in the village, stayed in the village for him, and gave birth to three children for him.

However, after giving birth, the woman suffered from postpartum depression and became mentally abnormal. The old man was afraid that she would run away, so he locked her up at home for more than ten years.

Netizens in the comment section suspected that this was just the one-sided statement from the old man’s family, and the woman did not have the opportunity to speak out.

Fan Xiaolin's first reaction was trafficking.

At that time, she was returning from a farm house with Chen Zhuo after having dinner. After seeing this video, she wanted to get first-hand information, but did not want to implicate Chen Zhuo, so she lied that she had to go back to the station and asked him to drop her off on the way.

Although Chen Zhuo was dull, he was not slow. He heard Fan Xiaolin watching the video. She was about to get off the car after watching the video. Considering her usual obsession with the truth, Chen Zhuo knew what she was going to do.

Of course he couldn't let her go alone.

Taking advantage of the night, the two men followed the directions in the video and secretly found the hut where the woman was imprisoned.

Just as they were about to take a photo, suddenly, several young and middle-aged male villagers surrounded them with carrying poles and hoes.

Two of them snatched Fan Xiaolin's cell phone and smashed it to the ground.

Fan Xiaolin has a bad temper. She rushed forward and started fighting, and was slapped twice in an instant.

Chen Zhuo couldn't hold her back, so he picked up the broom on the ground and knocked the villager down with one blow.

The two men fought and retreated, and Chen Zhuo's arm was cut by a villager's knife before he finally escaped.

"We didn't dare go to the local hospital for fear of the villagers chasing us, so we had to return to a familiar place," Chen Zhuo finished. "That's about it."

"Your eloquence is quite good," Wen Zhixia said to Fan Xiaolin, "even better than yours."

Fan Xiaolin gave her a thumbs up and said, "You are suitable to be a kindergarten teacher and teach children with social anxiety."

Although he tried to make jokes to liven up the atmosphere, Wen Zhixia was still terrified when he thought about it.

"Don't act alone next time," she said. "Even if you want firsthand information, it's not worth risking your life for. Chen Zhuo has a mother to support at home."

Chen Zhuo explained, "I wanted to go there on my own."

"Then you can also stop her," Wen Zhixia said, "Tell her not to be impulsive."

Chen Zhuo said seriously, "She wasn't impulsive. She said that if the exposure was delayed, the woman would have been moved away. So she would rather kill someone by mistake than let them go. Pursuing the truth is a paranoid process."

Wen Zhixia was stunned. Such a dull man had been with reporters for a long time, and the words he spoke were different.

Fan Xiaolin was also stunned. "No, Chen Zhuo, how could you remember everything I said word for word? Didn't you say you couldn't even memorize the song 'Goose, Goose, Goose, Curving Neck to the Sky'?"

Chen Zhuo's face flushed slightly, "I'm not good at studying..."

Wen Zhixia looked at her curiously, then at Chen Zhuo.

Still couldn't help but said, "Xiao Ya just said that you are Xiao Lin's boyfriend."

"No, no, no!" Chen Zhuo panicked. "Then she must have misunderstood. I didn't say that."

He was about to deny it so quickly that Fan Xiaolin's face suddenly froze.

"Why are you so eager to deny it?"

Chen Zhuo was stunned by her fierceness and dared not speak.

"Why are you being so mean?" Wen Zhixia watched Chen Zhuo, a handsome man with tattoos, being so aggressive towards Fan Xiaolin that she couldn't even lift her head. "She's already hurt, can you be a little gentler? Say something nice~"

Fan Xiaolin briefly imagined herself being gentle and considerate:

The 1.80-foot-tall girl leaned on Chen Zhuo's shoulder and said in a baby voice, "Little brother, does your hand still hurt? Why are you so careless? It hurts so much."

Ahhhhh!

She was shaking with goose bumps all over her body.

Chen Zhuo looked up and saw Fan Xiaolin staring at him. His face turned green and the slap marks on his face turned blue and purple. He felt distressed and wanted to laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Fan Xiaolin said gruffly, "You're still laughing even though your arms are cracked. Don't go on interviews with me anymore..."

Chen Zhuo said, "Then block me."

Wen Zhixia burst out laughing, "Chen Zhuo, this is impossible. I told you that she wrote "Crush" on your note..."

"Shut up!" Fan Xiaolin quickly covered Wen Zhixia's mouth. "He doesn't understand English. Okay, stop talking. How about this? We won't eat Wagyu beef tonight. Let's go to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and have hot pot at your house."