Chapter 810

In the ward of the Third Municipal Hospital

Fu Chen said that when he wanted to go out, Duan Linbai had already got up and walked to the bedside, opened a corner of the curtain, and the door of the hospital was already full of multimedia. In the night, the red dots of various video machines kept flashing, occupying most of the street.

Vaguely visible in the crowd to maintain order, dressed in a special area of police and hospital security.

In the face of the surging crowd, it's still a bit like a mantis pawning a cart.

If they had not been able to collide with the police, they would have entered the hospital.

At this time, all the people are rushing in one direction. It's probably Yan Wangchuan's car. Just now, Fu's family all called to inquire about song Fengwan's situation. They said they wanted to come, but they were all blocked by Fu Shen.

After all, it's very chaotic outside, and it's very likely that there will be bumps and frictions.

"Let Qianjiang take people down to pick them up. Don't go down." Duan Lin Bai squinted, "I'm afraid these people can eat you."

Fu Chen didn't pay attention to his words and went straight out of the door.

"Fu Shen!"

The door closed instantly, isolating all sounds in the room.

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Outside the hospital at this time

Yan Wangchuan drives Fu Chen's car. The license plate alone is enough to attract people's attention. In addition, these reporters have a keen sense of smell. As soon as they see the car, they quickly surround it. Through the glass window, they can vaguely distinguish who is inside.

"Here comes Mr. Yan!"

With a cry of surprise, the flashing light was slapping on the windshield, which made Yan Wangchuan frown.

The face, which was scarce in expression, was even more dull to some dazzling.

"Mr. Yan, how much do you know about Miss Song?"

"Is she pregnant or not?"

"Now the police say that she fell down the stairs, not excluding human factors, is it someone who deliberately pushed her downstairs?"

……

The reporter slapped the window, the car was crowded in the crowd, in a dilemma.

At this time, Yan Wangchuan just wanted to confirm that song Fengwan was safe and sound. He unlocked the car and was ready to push the door to get off. But the reporter was blocked in front of him, so he even had to push the door to get out.

"He's coming out, step back!"

When someone made a noise, the reporter blocked by the car stepped back two steps, but the people holding the equipment were still pushing forward, for fear of missing his expression.

Yan Wangchuan couldn't care where the car was parked at this time. After getting off, he was ready to go to the door.

Naturally, these reporters did not dare to touch him, but they surrounded him closely, and there was a surge of people. It was inevitable that there would be some bumps, which made his original anxious mood be forced to the extreme in an instant.

At this time, a male reporter asked.

"What do you think of her private life?"

Yan Wangchuan, who has never opened his mouth, looks at the volume of the crowd

"What did you ask?"

The tone is deep and cool.

The crowd was stunned, and then he asked, "say it again?"

The man's tone is heavy, colder than the autumn wind at this time.

Yan Wangchuan is always a simple and direct person. When he comes to his position, he acts as he likes. He doesn't care about anyone's face at all. Where he can see is the male reporter who just asked questions.

This kind of eyes with people can't look directly at the aggressive, like a poison blade dagger, to cut people inch by inch, to see people's scalp numb.

In addition, he is very tall, with drooping eyebrows, which makes his eyes more profound.

"Say, what do you want to ask? I'll give you a chance. " Yan Wangchuan's voice became more and more calm.

At this time, all the reporters are staring at the male reporter. It seems that they are pinning all their hopes on him. After all, there are few opportunities for Yan Wangchuan to speak.

That male reporter has been arched to a position. If he shrinks back at this time, it is estimated that his colleagues on the scene will laugh at his cowardice, so he can only cough twice.

But at this time, Yan Wangchuan has also come to him. These reporters just want to dig news and voluntarily get out of the way.

It's like Moses split the sea to one side, leaving enough space for them.

Yan Wangchuan listened to the radio all the way, and his anger had been suspended to a critical point. At this time, if the male reporter rubbed a fire on it, he was afraid that

Things don't end well.

"I..." the male reporter coughed heavily, "do you know the Jiang brothers?"

In fact, the reason why this incident was so hot was that Jiang Er Shao's wind rating was so bad before. As long as the fart was bigger, the pickling of old sesame and rotten millet would be picked out.

Jiang Er Shao's head was injured. He had just taken care of it. He had just arrived at the ward of Song Feng's evening. He was squatting on the sofa and brushing his micro blog.

This time, he failed to save the United States. He was knocked out of his head. He wrote a microblog, and on the Internet, he was called a century old scum man.

"Lying trough, I specially recruit who offend who..." Jiang Er Shao is really going crazy.

Inexplicably, it has become the target of netizens' criticism.

Jiang Duanyan arms in both hands, standing at the window, looking at the movement outside, listening to him, but also can not help wheezing.

"Brother, when I fall in love with them, they both love each other. I don't force anyone. I break the law when I fall in love? Why are you so special? I'm a scum man all over the world. "

"Every time I fall in love, I'm very serious. I've never been involved in two things!"

"I'm going crazy!"

"Keep your voice down." Xu Jiamu frowned, "I'm still resting at night."

Jiang Er Shao immediately gave up, holding his mobile phone, and directly with those netizens hard up, scold one pull black one, angry them.

Jiang Duanyan frowned and stared out

This is the rhythm of changing the sky.

……

At this time, the male reporter asked, Yan Wangchuan did not answer, he thought it was noisy around, he did not hear clearly, and repeated the question again.

"If you have any questions, come straight. Don't beat around the bush."

Yan Wangchuan is most annoyed by the way some reporters do. He asks questions with strong fuzziness. After all, there is a lot of room for later processing.

The people here have never contacted Yan Wangchuan. They only know that he is difficult, but they didn't expect that he would be so direct.

"If it's a man, don't stammer." Yan Wangchuan frowned coldly.

"Now it's said that Miss Song's conduct is bad, she has given the third master green, and even has an improper relationship with the two brothers of the Jiang family. What do you think of this kind of words?"

"Who's going crazy?" Yan Wangchuan asked.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one spoke.

"Say, who spread it? Let him stand in front of me at this time, and I will tell him whether it is true or not!" Yan Wangchuan's face was cold, and occasionally there were flashlights around him, which set off his pupils.

"How come there is no one to talk to? Who in the world passed this word on? Let him come and talk to me personally!"

"It's a good skill to hide behind your back and chew your tongue."

"Which one of you saw them yelling with your own eyes, or did you take some ugly pictures? This is the place where you make a lot of comments. I'm old enough to describe her as ugly to satisfy your twisted and dirty psychology

Yan Wangchuan always dares to say that he is not afraid of taking photos at all.

"I was in the car just now. Aren't many people asking about my private life? Why don't you talk now? "

If Yan Wangchuan's problem is thrown out, who dares to rush forward without fear of death.

And before things are confirmed, they are all rumors. If they are proved to be false, no one dares to take the responsibility.

Yan Wangchuan, taking advantage of his height, looked around the audience, "is there any problem?"

As soon as he came up, the blind people could see that he was in a bad mood. No one dared to go up and touch him. Even if he had a bellyful of questions, he did not dare to ask them.

Yan Wangchuan drooped his eyes and looked at the male reporter in front of him, "do you have any questions?"

The male reporter inclined his eyes and did not dare to face him, "is it true that Miss Song is pregnant?"

"She's still a student now. Isn't this... Not good?"

There are always some people who are not afraid of death.

Yan Wangchuan cold face, look very cold, "have something to do with you?"

"She's a student. Yes, it's our country's express regulation that college students can't get married and get pregnant?"

"She broke the law? Or did they kill and steal? Need you to be so focused? "

Song Fengwan is an adult with complete behavior ability. As long as he doesn't break the law and do things without touching the line, no one is qualified to say that she is not.

Yan Wangchuan cold eyes, "since there is no problem, please get out of the way."

However, the male reporter was arched to that position and almost faced Yan Wangchuan's sharp rebuke. He could not hold his face and bit his teeth.

"You haven't answered my question directly, Miss Song, in private..."

He was holding a recording pen in his hand. Before he finished his words, Yan Wangchuan, who was going to wipe his body, suddenly turned around and grabbed his collar.

It's easy to drag him in front of him.

The scene was out of control.

The police who maintain order in the periphery can't get in at all. They can only shout, and are not allowed to start or disperse.

The male reporter was also scared. No one expected that Yan Wangchuan would be rude in front of so many cameras.

His fingers trembled and the recorder fell to the ground.

"You... What do you want to do?"

"I have been asking if I know Jiang brothers. What do you mean? We all know how much malice you have towards a girl?"

"I didn't mean that?" The male reporter tried to struggle.

However, there was a great disparity in strength. He couldn't move at all. It was like shaking a tree. He was carried away with a red face and a thick neck.

"I don't mean that. What do you want me to do? Everyone knows Sima Zhao's way of thinking, and I need to point it out? "

The reporter's voice choked, "Mr. Yan, we just want the public to know the truth..."

"The truth is that a large group of you are blocking the hospital, disturbing the law and order, and even slandering a girl!"

Yan Wangchuan suddenly raised his voice and looked down at him, looking cold and threatening.

It's like

You can eat him alive at any time.

The male reporter stretched out his hand and pressed Yan Wangchuan's wrist. For fear that he might be caught off guard, he pressed himself to death.

"Mr. Yan, the police are still outside!"

"I'm just a father now. My daughter has been maliciously rumored. I didn't give you a punch directly. I've been brought up very well. I give you a face!"

Yan Wangchuan suddenly released his hand, the reporter's collar suddenly pulled away, and took a cold breath.

"I warn you, if you have any evidence, just throw it in front of me. If not, don't make it up!"

"If not, everyone present today, I promise, will not let go!"

"That's my daughter, not one of you who can step on it!"

The sight is very cold and the tone is very heavy.

As soon as he raised his foot, he just stepped on the recording pen that had just dropped. The reporter's heart trembled and he was lying in the trough. It was very expensive.

But Yan Wangchuan didn't care. He ran over it twice, squinting his eyes.

They were so scared that no one dared to say more.

At this time, who dares to come out, Yan Wangchuan will definitely start, and is to die according to that.

Song Fengwan was 18 years old when he joined Yan's family. Since Yan Wangchuan had his own child, song Fengwan and Fu Chen must have lived together for a long time in the capital. It's said that they didn't have a good relationship with their stepfather and daughter.

At this time, it seems that it's nonsense!

When Yan Wangchuan walked out of the crowd, the peripheral police breathed a sigh of relief.

"All right, let's go! Don't surround yourself here. " The police were also very helpless and were pulled out on duty at night.

"I'm sorry."

Yan Wangchuan nodded his thanks to the police, who do not want to trouble others about their private affairs.

Police did not expect him to be so polite, just nodded to let him hurry in, here they will be responsible for handling.

Yan Wangchuan just walked a few steps and saw someone come out of the emergency building.

Fu Chen is going to attend the banquet tonight. He is wearing a black suit. At this time, there are all kinds of rumors outside, and there seems to be no wrinkles on his clothes.

Facing the cold autumn wind, face

Abstinence is just between the eyebrows and the eyes. It is a rare color.

*

At this time, the people who went to the hospital were not only Yan Wangchuan, but also Fu's two elders who came out of the old house.