Fu Shao knelt down today?

Chapter 778 Yes, South Bridge (3)

Ying Muyao glanced over the picture and landed on the left, read a few lines, frowned, and moved his eyes to the picture again.

He held the newspaper closer, and after reading the following report, a meaningful smile rose from the corner of his lips.

The light in the photo is a little dark. It is night. Nanqiao is entangled with an extremely fat man. Nanqiao beats the man with a pack of whips.

Although the photo was blurry, Ying Muyao recognized Nanqiao's face immediately.

The following report: The woman confronted the gangsters without any timidity, and fought against the gangsters bravely and strategically. She appealed to the general public not to indulge the gangsters blindly and fuel their arrogance.

Ying Muyao put his hand on his chin and smiled.

Yes, Nanqiao, you deserve to be the one who drove me in the head twice.

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The news is hot, and the person involved is sleeping soundly.

Nan's father woke up to read the newspaper in the morning. He also recognized Nanqiao immediately, his face turned pale immediately, and he grabbed the newspaper to show Nan's mother, "Do you think this is Qiaoqiao?"

While chopping vegetables, Nanma glanced at the newspaper, recognized the person in the picture, her eyes widened, and she quickly scanned the text below, so frightened that the vegetables fell to the ground.

"Qiaoqiao, it's Qiaoqiao, Lao Nan, why didn't you tell this child about such a big incident! I asked her last night, and she still said it's okay. She said it's okay after such a big incident. Is this kid trying to kill us?!" Nan Mom dropped the kitchen knife, wiped her hands, and hurried to the Southbridge bedroom.

Nan's father followed her and didn't go in right away, fearing that her daughter's clothes would be disheveled, so she glanced inside several times, and only lifted her foot when she was sure that she could go in.

When Nan's mother walked to the bed, she saw that one of Nanqiao's hands was bandaged. Judging by the size of the gauze, the wound should be serious.

Nanma frowned, her fingers were trembling in panic, she opened her mouth to wake Nanqiao up.

Papa Nan stopped her, pointed to the outside, and dragged her out.

Nan's mother clenched her hands tightly, "Old Nan, knives don't have eyes, Qiaoqiao is too reckless, I have to tell her well."

Nan's father patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: "You see, Qiaoqiao called you last night and kept it secret. He definitely didn't want us to worry. Let's not expose her. Let's see what she says. Let us remind you a few words." That’s enough, Qiaoqiao is a smart kid, he will definitely understand.”

"But... such a big event happened to my daughter, my heart is about to jump out." Nan's mother's anxious eyes were wet.

Nan's father put his arms around her shoulders and comforted her, "You cook some blood-enriching soup these days, and when her hands are healed, we will talk to her about it. Now, the child must feel uncomfortable."

Nan's mother frowned tightly, but she was still very worried. She raised her eyes to meet Shang Nan's father's calm and calm eyes. Nan's mother took a deep breath and nodded hesitantly.

While eating breakfast, Nanqiao said that his hand was scratched accidentally by the corner of the cabinet in the gym, and the wound was deep, so he went to the hospital to bandage it.

Nan's father and Nan's mother repeatedly told him to be careful and pay attention to safety.

Nanqiao showed a big smile, "I know, the body, hair and skin are affected by the parents!"

Nan's father and Nan's mother looked at each other helplessly.

Watching TV, eating, and reading all day until five o'clock in the afternoon.

The moment she received Song Yang's call, Nanqiao was quite astonished. She glanced at Nanma who was sitting on the sofa beside her, and went to answer the call on the balcony holding her mobile phone.

After picking up the phone, Song Yang said in a flustered and tense voice, "Nanqiao, are you okay, are you injured?"

Nanqiao was stunned for a moment, realizing what Song Yang was concerned about, she frowned, "How do you know?"

Song Yang: "The newspapers have published it, and the photos are blurry, but I can recognize them."

(End of this chapter)