นักเขียน: Zhao Xibao เครื่องแปลภาษา
When she thought of this, Zhao Siqing basically had an answer. She took a few steps back and said softly, "let's do it. "
When he heard this, Zhu Wencheng was stunned for two seconds. He subconsciously thought that Zhao Siqing was inviting him, so he immediately moved closer. "I didn't expect doctor Zhao to be so tactful... "
Before he could finish his sentence, his shoulder suddenly hurt.
He turned around and saw a heavy punch coming his way.
In the next second, a tall figure directly lifted him up and slammed him onto the ground.
Zhao Siqing's back was against the wall and she closed her eyes subconsciously. She heard a 'crack' sound and felt pain.
She really wanted to ask Yang Jingqiu where she found the bodyguards. She felt that she could really add chicken legs to them... ...
"F * Ck... " Zhu Wencheng was in so much pain that tears were flowing out of his eyes. He slowly opened his eyes.
The two bodyguards in front of him moved aside and a shadow enveloped them.
Zhu Wencheng was stunned for a few seconds. He gradually saw the handsome face in front of him with Red Lips and white teeth. His pair of dark eyes were unfathomable and sinister.
Zhu Wencheng's pupils contracted slightly, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably. "Huo... Huo... "
Huo Jingchen laughed coldly. "Is uncle very brave? "
"I... I... I tell you, you, you, you... " Zhu Wencheng stammered. It was obvious that he had a deep fear of Huo Jingchen from the depths of his soul ...
Huo Jingchen thought of the scene just now, and a trace of unspeakable cruelty appeared in his eyes.
He looked straight at Zhu Wencheng with his dark eyes and said faintly, "break your legs and feet. "
Zhao Siqing slowly opened her eyes after hearing his voice. Her legs were a little weak because of the fragrance.
When the man was close to her, Zhao Siqing could not help but be a little absent-minded.
So it really was him.
Before she could come back to her senses, a big hand had already landed on her eyes, blocking her line of sight.
Accompanied by Zhu Wencheng's scream, Zhao Siqing only felt the cold aura of the man around her.
She seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. She could not control herself and wanted to get close to him. A thin layer of sweat gradually appeared on the tip of her nose.
Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened. He picked her up by the waist and stepped on Zhu Wencheng's body as he walked out.
After carrying Zhao Siqing into the car, Huo Jingchen said in a deep voice, "go to the hospital! "
"Yes, " Tang Qi answered immediately. He looked at Zhao Siqing in Huo Jingchen's arms through the rearview mirror and was a little surprised.
Huo Jingchen looked down at the woman in his arms. His gaze was deep. He kissed her forehead gently and said in a low voice, "bear with it. "
The journey was not far, but every minute and second felt like torture to Zhao Siqing.
Her consciousness was chaotic, but she did not fall asleep completely.
She was so anxious that she could not bear it anymore and pulled at her collar uncontrollably.
Huo Jingchen lowered his head and saw that she had torn two buttons off the Collar of her blouse.
His eyes were dark as he held her little hand that was tugging at him. He whispered her name, "Zhao Siqing. "