She turned her head and looked over. The woman was staring out the window, with fear on her face, resistance in her eyes, and her hands holding her hair.

Su Qiao quickly stepped forward and tried to comfort the woman. Unexpectedly, she touched the woman's shoulder and was violently thrown away by her.

Su Qiao was unprepared and was pushed out directly. With two staggering steps, he hit the shovel in the corner.

There was a sharp pain in her forehead, her vision blurred, and she lost consciousness.

When Su Qiao woke up again, she felt a hand on her face. It was rough and sticky, smelling of sweat, and was rubbing her face.

She was frightened. When she opened her eyes, her vision was still a little blurry. There was blood on her eyes, which had dried. It took her a long time to open her eyes.

When the focus of her eyes was correct, she realized that there was a strange man squatting in front of her. His mouth was dripping with laughter, looking at Su Qiao with a silly smile.

She slapped the other person's hand away and retreated, but behind her was the cold and rough wall. She had no way to retreat, and the man stepped forward again.

Only then did Su Qiao see clearly that the other party was not wearing pants.

"Sleep, sleep." The man muttered as he approached Su Qiao, with a silly smile on his face.

Su Qiao recognized him. He was from the village. He had some intellectual problems and had never married a wife.

Why is he here, mumbling to sleep.

Su Qiao picked up the hoe that hit her head with her backhand, put it between her and the man, and said to him as calmly as possible, "Don't come over, this will hurt. Look at how my head was broken." of."

The man paused, looked at the hoe in Su Qiao's hand, and hid back as if he was scared, "Broken, it hurts."

Then the person shrank into a corner.

Su Qiao stood up and touched his body. His cell phone was gone and so was the medical kit.

Even the mother and daughter were gone.

Su Qiao shouted toward the door, "Zhao Di!"

Zhaodi is the little girl who called Su Qiao.

No one responded. Su Qiao wanted to shout again, but the man suddenly turned his head and said, "They are leaving. Let me stay and sleep with you, hehe."

Su Qiao's heart skipped a beat. Although the man's words were broken, she understood the meaning.

But Zhaodi wouldn't do that. It was obvious just now that her mother was ill.

Moreover, they all know that she is a doctor who comes to the free clinic, and if she is injured, there will be no good results.

Su Qiao calmed down and asked, "Then where did they go?"

The man shook his head, "I don't know. My father asked me to find Zhaodi's mother, but she is not here. Zhaodi's mother said, the same goes for you."

As he spoke, the man seemed to think of something happy and stood up. Although the place was small, he stood up now.

Su Qiao looked away, it was really irritating to her eyes. When she saw the man salivating and wanting to come over, she pointed the metal end of the hoe at him and said with a cold face, "If you come over, I'll beat you."

"Hit, it hurts, I'm scared!" The man quickly held his head, but he was right in front of the door, and Su Qiao couldn't take this opportunity to go out.

The man held his head and cried with grievance, "If you hit me, my dad will come and beat you to death! My dad, my dad will pick me up in a moment."

It seemed that this man's father was coming soon, and Su Qiao had to find a way to escape.

Su Qiao said angrily, "I won't hit you, just let me go and I'll get you something delicious, okay?"

The man lowered his arms and looked sideways at Su Qiao, "But I haven't slept yet. If I don't sleep, my dad will beat me when I get home."

Su Qiao could almost conclude that this man's father probably had some kind of deal with Zhaodi's grandmother, and Zhaodi's mother was the poor bargaining chip.

Su Qiao's face darkened, "Then I'll beat you now!"

As he spoke, he raised his hoe high. Probably because he was afraid of being beaten, the man squatted down, holding his head and begging for mercy.

Su Qiao took advantage of this gap and took steps to cross over.

She took one leg out and was pulling the other one in when a force pulled her ankle. The man grabbed her and shouted, "Dad, she's trying to run away! Daddy!"

The man's voice was loud, and Su Qiao heard footsteps not far away. It might be that man's father.

Her heart almost jumped out of her chest, and she used the sticking end of the wood to hit the man twice on the back of his neck.

The man lost consciousness and passed out, but his grip did not loosen at all and she could not break free.

At this time, footsteps were getting closer. Su Qiao turned her head and saw a small body under the dim light.

"Zhao Di! Go and help me call someone, go quickly!" Su Qiao seemed to be grabbing the last straw.

Zhaodi’s face turned pale. She looked at Su Qiao, then at the man lying on the ground. She opened her mouth, turned around and ran away.

Su Qiao was stunned. She didn’t know whether Zhaodi went to find someone to check or ran away.

But now she could only try to run while waiting.

She calmed herself down, bent down, found the acupuncture point, pressed it with all her strength, and the man's hand slowly loosened.

She breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and ran out, but she bumped into someone who rushed in.

The person who came was an older man. The man looked at Su Qiao with a confused look on his face. Then he looked at the people on the ground, and his face instantly darkened, "What did you do to my son?"

Without saying a word, Su Qiao swung the hoe and was about to swing it. After all, the old man was used to farm work and had strength in his hands. He directly grabbed the handle of the stick that Su Qiao hit.

Su Qiao couldn't beat him. He shook his hand and threw Su Qiao to the ground.

Su Qiao retreated in fear. The old man was so angry that he didn't even care to see how his son was doing. He swung his hoe towards Su Qiao.

Su Qiao raised her hand, her heart dropped to the bottom of her heart, it was over, it was all over.

But the expected pain did not come, but a loud thud was heard.

Su Qiao slowly lowered his arms and saw a tall figure standing behind the old man. He kicked the old man again and walked towards Su Qiao.

It wasn't until the familiar woody aroma lingered on the tip of his nose that Su Qiao reacted and stared blankly at the handsome face in front of him.

An all too familiar face.

She thought she was dreaming, and raised her hand to pinch the other person's cheek. The warm touch made Su Qiao's nose instantly sore, and her voice was trembling, "Fu Yanxiu?"

Fu Yanxiu looked at Su Qiao's lost state, then looked at the old man and his half-naked son on the ground, and the anger in his eyes instantly ignited.

He got up and wanted to beat these two bastards to death. How dare you? He actually touched his person.

But when the corner of his clothes sank, he paused and looked down. Su Qiao looked up at him eagerly, "Take me away."

Su Qiao didn't know why Fu Yanxiu was here, but at this moment, she could no longer hide her fear.

She didn't want to stay here for a moment, she just wanted Fu Yanxiu to take her away.

Fu Yanxiu bent down and held Su Qiao in his arms, and kissed her softly in her ear. His voice was tender and tender as never before, "I'm here. Don't be afraid."

For some reason, Su Qiao's heart calmed down.