Li Zeyuan half-kneeled on the ground, supporting himself with his arms, and did not collapse. His mouth kept trembling. Tears and snot slid down his cheeks, but no sound happened. That look made me, an outsider, feel distressed.

"Fuck!" I spitted, pulled the door open with a limp and drove it out.

At the elevator entrance, Linglong lowered her head and sobbed, while the greasy and pink man whimpered like a crow: "Li is here, what's there to cry? Follow such a poor policeman and has a future. Don't worry, I will definitely treat you and your children well in the future..."

"Hey, look here!" I picked up the trash can in the corridor and shouted at the man.

The man and Linglong came back to their heads reflexively. When they saw me, the man directly "swooshed" behind Linglong.

Linglong paused and hurriedly reached out to stop me: "You are Lao Li's colleague, between us..."

"Pull it up to me!" I pushed her away impatiently, raised the trash can in my hand and banged it down to the man's head.

That guy was so big that he fell to the ground with a weak head, covering his head with both hands and shouting: "Don't hit, don't hit, I'm wrong..."

"You're wrong, you're mah!" I stomped on his face, raised the trash can in my hand lightly and heavyly, and greeted him one after another.

The dog-dream didn't dare to fight back at all, only the screams of crying father and mother were left.

Linglong rushed over again and pushed me angrily: "Hey, don't do it!"

I pressed my elbow across Linglong's body, knocked her to the ground, then bulged her eyes and growled: "It's so silly, I never hit a woman, don't let me break the precepts, have you heard?"

Linglong was shocked and sat on the ground and didn't dare to say anything else.

I don’t know why I got so angry. Maybe I was feeling the helplessness of a man, and more because of dissatisfaction with this current life. I jumped up and kicked the man’s face again, roaring fiercely: “You are paralyzed, blaspheming the military wife is a crime, and blaspheming the police wife is still unforgivable!”

The man curled up on the ground like a dog, crying and urinating and howling: "I am guilty, I am wrong, I am wrong, I will never contact her again, let me go."

I raised the completely deformed trash can that was smashed and threw it hard on him. I spit out disdainfully: "I'm useless, just like you, there are still stupid old women who can take a fancy to you. Fuck me! I'm staying in Ward 404. If I don't agree, you can call the police or find someone at any time, but please kill me, otherwise I won't come out and I'll cut the basket for you to soak wine."

I staggered back. When I passed by Linglong, I raised my thumbs up and said, "Sister-in-law, congratulations on successfully developing Lao Li into a scumbag. You have lost a good man who decided to repent. Other girls also have more opportunities. No matter what, others have no right to interfere in your marriage. I wish you a blessing for Brother Li, but with that kind of soft-footed shrimp, even if you remarry, you will still be a hard life."

After saying that, I walked back to the ward with panting.

By the bedside of the ward, Li Zeyuan was still half kneeling on the ground, allowing tears and snot to fall on his face.

I sucked my lips and walked to him, whispering to comfort me: "Brother Li, don't do this... There are so many good women, at worst, I can go back and introduce you to a few."

He seemed to have not heard me speak, and he hit the ground with his head, and his back twitched violently twice as if he was spasm.

I breathed a sigh of relief and gently patted his back to comfort me: "If you feel uncomfortable, cry, it will be even more painful to hold it in."

After a while, he finally cried out with a "mooth" and at this moment, this tough guy, who was as iron as steel, finally fell down, fell under the bloated system, fell in his own family, and fell in the regret of consciousness.

I sat next to him and smiled bitterly to myself: "Oh, no matter how good the Jiba is, I can't keep the ones I want to leave. Just leave. If the old ones don't go to the new ones, think about it carefully, in fact, you have not lost anything, but...."

"Can you shut up?" Li Zeyuan choked and shoved me.

I curled my lips and deliberately acted like I was not allowed to let him go: "Okay, okay, you cry, and after you cry, let's have a meal."

He is a strong person. If I dissuade him with kind words, he will feel that he is mercy. He has to wait for him to figure out everything himself and get out of the point of being able to slowly feel relieved.

All morning, Li Zeyuan kept visiting the grave, half-kneeling on the ground and shed tears. When she was tired of crying, she lay on the ground and sobbed for a while. When she recovered, she opened her voice and continued howling. People in other wards thought that people were dead in our room, and from time to time, people were watching from outside with their toes.

It was not until the afternoon when Li Zeyuan, whose eyes were completely swollen, finally came back to his mind, staggered from the ground, and looked at me hoarsely: "Wang Lang, can you help me?"

I was stunned for a moment, shook my head and said, "I can't help."

Li Zeyuan continued unwillingly: "I want to dig out the master messenger behind the gun-making workshop. Your information must be more informative than me. As long as you are willing to hand me some, I can definitely bring them to justice."

I answered seriously: "Brother, I really can't help you. I was bullied before and kowtowed to apologize. You must know why I entered the chicken shed. After I entered, my brothers paid more. You should have heard of it. I am not at the same level as me. I am just a little bit secretly and take revenge."

Li Zeyuan coughed twice, spit out a mouthful of sticky phlegm and said, "I didn't ask you to have a spear and fight him. I mean, you just need to dig out information about the gun-making workshop and tell me the first time, I will find a way to catch him and get it. Wang Lang, I don't want to implement any ideas for you. I can see that you are not a bad person. Although you are also in the society, at least you have not done anything wrong. The gun-making workshop must be eliminated, otherwise the unlucky one will be the common people."

"Brother, let's do this. I can't guarantee that any information will be notified as soon as possible, but as long as I know, I will definitely tell you." After I looked at him for a few seconds, I bit my head and said, "You have just divorced, why don't you go out for a walk first. This kind of thing cannot be urgent at all. The more urgent the more you are, the more trouble it is easier."

Li Zeyuan shook his head with red eyes: "I can't calm down, otherwise I will not be able to help but think of Linglong and children in my mind."

As he spoke, the cell phone in my pocket suddenly rang. I looked at it and found a strange number. I hesitated and picked it up: "Hey?"

A rough male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Boss, I'm a big dragon. I heard you've come out and I happened to be discharged from the hospital. Why don't we meet?"

I asked in confusion: "Hmm? How do you know my phone number?"

The dragon didn't seriously say: "Damn, who am I? Just pinch my fingers, there is nothing I don't know about this earth."

I frowned and scolded: "If you show off, you go back to Myanmar D and speak well. How do you know my mobile phone number? Who else knows?"

Dalong said happily: "Hehe, your sister Fugui is my aunt. I'm not good at asking about this. OK, don't you forget it. Throw a coordinate for me. I'll run over immediately. Don't worry, no one knows your mobile phone number, I'm tight-lipped."

I thought about it and said, "I am in the Second Hospital of Jiangbei District, Trauma Department 404. When I came, I brought me some stutters and got some cash."

After I came out of the chicken shed, I went directly to the public security hospital. Last time Feng Jie and the others went to see me, they left me a car and several thousand yuan in cash. Unexpectedly, the car was snatched away by the scumbag Bai Laoqi.

The dragon played a nasty voice in the rich Northeast accent: "NO is afraid of Brent."

After putting down my phone, I saw Li Zeyuan sitting distractedly on the edge of the bed in a daze.

I took a tone and sat next to him and said, "Old Li, let me say something to you. Now that you are so silly and hard, you will be at most a captain's position in your life. If you want to be selfless and want to hang your mirror high, you have to climb higher. Only if you have enough position and don't rely on the eyes of others, you can do what you want to do with drastic moves."

Li Zeyuan trembled and the corners of his mouth rose bitterly: "I am almost forty, and I will be like this in my life."

"A man has 41 flowers, your life has just opened." I hugged his shoulder and said, "Huang Gai became famous at the age of 40, Jiang Ziya came out of the mountain at the age of 70, and She Taijun was in charge at the age of 100. What is your 40-year-old? Heroes don't ask where they come from, and hooligans don't look at age, so it's definitely true."

"Bang!"

At this moment, the door of the ward was suddenly kicked open, and then six or seven young men carrying baseball bats rushed in. The guy walking at the back had a band-aid on his face. It was the man with greasy and pink face I beaten up in the morning. He pinched his throat like a duck and howled: "Are you awesome? Come on, have the ability to stand up..."
Chapter completed!