She was rummaging through her bag in a panic, looking around her body and beneath her feet, but she still couldn't find what she was looking for.

Several wives who knew her hurriedly asked, "Mrs. Zhao, what did you lose?" ”

"My watch is a limited edition watch given to me by my husband, worth more than a million!"

Mrs. Zhao blushed anxiously: "Has anyone seen my watch?" Please, everyone help me find it. ”

"What kind of watch?"

"A limited edition of Vacheron Constantin."

"Everybody look for it."

Someone exclaimed, "Could it be that a thief has mixed in the hall?" Ouch, let's see, don't lose anything valuable. ”

For a while, the scene was chaotic, and everyone seemed to have forgotten what had happened before.

………………

Lu Jinhan's gaze fell back on Song Yinyin's body with blazing eyes, and when he saw the injury on her hand, he was inexplicably a little angry.

Sighing slightly, he held back his anger and asked in a dumb voice: "They forced you into a trap just now, don't you know?" ”

This tone is a bit of a complaint against her.

Song Yinyin was injured and wronged, and when she heard him say this, her eyes were inexplicably red.

She pursed her lips and said, "I know I'm stupid and fell into Song Anqi's trap, okay?" But what can I do, just because I know that she has set a trap, I don't want to compare with her? Isn't that defeat without a fight? ”

If she admits defeat, she can't bear this evil breath!

Seeing her red eyes, Lu Jinhan softened.

"Does your hand still hurt?" He leaned closer to her and took her hand to check on the injury.

"It doesn't hurt!" She panicked and withdrew her hand.

After so much blood, it naturally hurts.

However, I don't know why, she just doesn't want him to know that she hurts, she is used to pretending to be strong in front of others......

However, the trick of pretending to be strong was useless in front of Lu Jinhan.

He wrinkled his eyebrows and lightly clasped her wrist, with just the right amount of force, so that she could not hide, but obediently handed over his little hand.

"Well, show me." He was half coaxing, half commanding.

"No... It's okay. Song Yinyin subconsciously wanted to cover it up.

A closer look revealed that something was wrong, and that the wound on her finger was worse than he had imagined.

"Aunt Ji, look at it, why is her hand still bleeding?" He turned around and called Ji Furong.

Ji Furong took a closer look, her eyes touched Song Yinyin's right thumb, and her eyebrows couldn't help frowning.

She raised her head and looked at Lu Jin Han with a serious face, "Jin Han, let Miss Song go to the hospital with me first, I see that her wounds need to be treated more properly." ”

Lu Jinhan glanced at Song Yinyin beside him.

Her red, misty eyes came into contact with his dark and deep eyes.

Looking down again, I saw that the back of her injured thumb was already covered with blood, it seemed that her injury was not light, and it really needed better treatment.

I can't bear to see her wronged, and I want to relieve her anger, but her hand is more important.

After all, she is a pianist.

For her, a pair of hands is like her life.

If anything goes wrong with her hand, she loses her life.

Thinking of this, he nodded, put one arm around her back, half-wrapped around her waist, and turned to leave.

However, at this moment, Mrs. Zhao came with a loud voice: "Wait a minute! Mr. Lu, she can't go yet! ”