Don't abuse the president, your wife is the real daughter

Chapter 166 Hai Chen, Please Don't Go!

Lu Zhao suddenly picked up Song Chaoyu and walked towards his car. He didn't want to waste time with Zhan Jincheng here.

Zhan Jincheng followed closely behind the two of them, Lu Zhao turned around after realizing it, his tone was indifferent, and his two hands holding Song Chaoyu were even stronger.

"Although I don't know exactly what happened to the two of you, I believe Zhao Yu definitely doesn't want to see you right now."

After finishing speaking, he gently put Song Chaoyu in the car, and thoughtfully put a pillow on her, got in the car and drove away.

Zhan Jincheng stood alone, and could only watch Lu Zhao's car disappear from his sight. Lu Zhao was right, Song Chaoyu didn't want to see him, and his fiery heart was instantly poured with cold water.

Downstairs at Song Chaoyu's house, Lu Zhao stopped the car skillfully. Seeing Song Chaoyu's appearance, he took Song Chaoyu out of his heart and walked upstairs.

After finally finding the key from Song Chaoyu's bag, he opened the door, and not long after putting Song Chaoyu down, his personal doctor rushed to Song Chaoyu's home.

The doctor carefully examined Song Chaoyu's cause, and stood in front of Lu Zhao after a while.

Before he could speak, Lu Zhao couldn't help asking first, "Doctor, how are you? Is there any problem?"

"The blow she suffered was too frightening, and she was exhausted. I will prescribe some medicine for her and you will feed her. She will be much better tomorrow after she sleeps." The doctor pushed his glasses, and after explaining just left.

Lu Zhao accompanied Song Chaoyu. He wiped Song Zhaoyu's cheeks with a towel, and touched her forehead from time to time.

All night, Lu Zhao never left Song Chaoyu's side. He almost fell asleep in the middle of the night, only to hear Song Zhaoyu talking in sleep, and she kept calling Song Haichen's name in her dream.

"Hai Chen! Hai Chen!" Hearing Song Chaoyu's shout, Lu Zhao immediately regained his energy. He picked up the water glass next to him, fed Song Chaoyu a little water, and stuffed the medicine into her mouth.

Although Song Chaoyu stopped talking in sleep, Song Chaoyu kept crying in his sleep. Lu Zhao felt distressed seeing it, and could only keep wiping away the tears from the corners of Song Chaoyu's eyes.

"Haichen, I'm sorry, it's all my sister's fault, don't go!" Song Chaoyu turned his head while talking nonsense, Lu Zhao was at a loss.

His eyes stayed on Song Chaoyu's face all the time. Hearing what Song Zhaoyu said, Lu Zhao realized that Song Haichen had passed away.

Lu Zhao couldn't help holding Song Chaoyu's hand, he rubbed it lightly, and felt the cold sweat from her palm, Lu Zhao was about to wipe her again with a hot towel, but as soon as he stood up, Song Chaoyu forced her caught.

"Haichen, forgive my sister." Song Chaoyu kept repeating, and Lu Zhao could only sit next to her again.

"Okay, I forgive you." Lu Zhao responded.

Miraculously, Song Zhaoyu never talked in sleep that night again, as if the voice had given her a tranquilizer.

One day passed, Song Chaoyu hadn't woken up yet, Lu Zhao was so exhausted that he fell asleep on the sofa at dawn.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Zhao heard a voice in the living room, and he suddenly sat up from the sofa.

Seeing Song Zhaoyu coming out of the bathroom, Lu Zhao was delighted and surprised, and he hurried to Song Zhaoyu's side.

"It's great that you're awake, do you know how worried I am about you, I almost thought you passed out."

Lu Zhao was relieved to see Song Chaoyu who had woken up, and looking at Song Chaoyu's face, Lu Zhao still felt that something was wrong.

She didn't speak, just glanced at Lu Zhao, turned around and returned to the room, closed the door of the room, and Song Chaoyu locked herself inside.

Lu Zhao shook his head helplessly. He walked into the kitchen and searched for recipes to cook porridge for Song Chaoyu.

The current self makes Lu Zhao a little unbelievable. When did he do such a thing, take care of the patients and start cooking again.

However, thinking that it was for Song Chaoyu, Lu Zhao regained his motivation, and his eyes became more serious.

It didn't take long for Lu Zhao to cook the porridge. He tried it and found that it tasted good. After filling it, he happily walked to Song Chaoyu's door.

"Miss Song, get up and eat, or your stomach will feel bad." After he finished speaking, there was no sound in the room.

Lu Zhao knocked on the door and asked again: "Zhao Yu, are you still feeling well?"

Song Zhaoyu didn't answer, but now Lu Zhao became anxious. He knocked on the door and said in an eager tone: "Song Zhaoyu, if you don't come out again, I will smash your door down." Understand he is not kidding.

Only then did Song Chaoyu open the door of the room, seeing Lu Zhao holding a bowl of porridge in front of him, Song Zhaoyu just frowned.

"Lu Zhao, you can go back first, thank you, but now I want to be alone."

Song Zhaoyu's face was dull, her eyes were dull, and her hair became messy.

Lu Zhao ignored it, and put the porridge in his hand on her bedside: "I made this myself, you must taste it."

"Lu Zhao, please go, I really don't have any appetite." Song Chaoyu kept shaking his head.

"I won't leave." Lu Zhao ordered and returned to the living room. He turned on the TV skillfully as if he was at home, served himself a bowl of porridge and began to eat.

Song Chaoyu didn't bother to talk to Lu Zhao, so he could only let her be here.

Back in the room, Song Chaoyu lay on the bed. She recalled all the past, Song Haichen being taken away by Tang Man, Song Haichen lying lifeless on the hospital bed, and Li Ping's words. All the pictures were like many Like a thorn, it pierced into Song Chaoyu's heart.

She curled up and tightly gripped the quilt with both hands, so that the heart-wrenching feeling could be eased a little.

Before she knew it, tears began to fall again, and she cried from dawn to dusk with her eyes open.

There was no sound in the living room, and when Lu Zhao turned off the TV, he could clearly hear Song Chaoyu's sobbing, and he couldn't watch it anymore.

"Song Chaoyu!" Lu Zhao walked in, and at a glance he saw the porridge he had made intact on the bedside.

He heated it up again, without saying a word, and handed a glass of water to Song Chaoyu, seeing that Song Chaoyu was sluggish and didn't drink at all, so he could only pinch her chin and forcefully drink it.

Song Zhaoyu didn't respond either, Lu Zhao then stuffed the porridge into Song Zhaoyu's mouth.

Song Chaoyu cried while eating, and Lu Zhao could only silently wipe away the tears from her cheeks.

"Zhaoyu, you have to cheer up, you can't stay like this forever." Lu Zhao warned her.

Song Chaoyu stared blankly at the front, Lu Zhao took a sip of water and continued, "Your appearance will only make relatives and enemies happy, and it's not worth it." He frowned, and his voice became much gentler. He only hoped that Song Chaoyu Rain can hear it.

Song Chaoyu was dazed for a few seconds, then slowly turned around with a half-smile.

"Do I still have relatives?"

(End of this chapter)