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

Chapter 7 Let me go, I beg you
Song Zhaoyu wanted to struggle, only to realize that he was powerless to struggle now, and his whole body seemed to be out of strength.

Zhan Jincheng clasped her waist with great strength, even if she was not very tired, she probably wouldn't be able to break free, Zhan Jincheng stuffed Song Chaoyu into the back seat.

Song Chaoyu kept murmuring in his mouth, not wanting to see Zhan Jincheng's words.

Zhan Jincheng rubbed his hair irritably, seeing Song Chaoyu's distraught look, he still couldn't say anything sarcastic in the end.

He ordered the driver to drive, and detained Song Chaoyu beside him, fearing that Song Chaoyu would do something drastic.

Zhan Jincheng brought Song Chaoyu back to the villa where the two lived. Song Zhaoyu felt his scalp tingle when he saw the familiar scene, and the scene of his father being pissed off appeared before his eyes again.

She shivered and took several steps back.

Zhan Jincheng forced him to sit on the sofa, but Song Chaoyu seemed to be lost in thought, with his lips tightly pressed together.

"What exactly happened?" Zhan Jincheng asked as softly as possible.

Song Chaoyu pursed his lips and did not speak, his whole body seemed to have lost his vitality, but his eyes were very bright when he stared at Zhan Jincheng.

"Can you let me go?" Song Zhaoyu asked.

She stared straight at Zhan Jincheng, with some color in her eyes, but she was no longer in the usual high spirits.

Zhan Jincheng didn't answer Song Chaoyu's words, but walked aside and called his assistant to ask someone to investigate what happened to Song Chaoyu.

Song Chaoyu would become like this, there must be other reasons.

"I'll help you change your clothes." Zhan Jincheng said.

It was raining heavily, and the feeling of wet clothes sticking to his body was uncomfortable, but Song Zhaoyu didn't seem to feel it, and kept staring at Zhan Jincheng with his pretty eyes.

"Let me go, I beg you." Song Zhaoyu whispered.

Zhan Jincheng still didn't speak, and moved closer, ready to take off Song Chaoyu's wet clothes, but when he touched the collar, a loud voice rang out in the huge villa.

Song Chaoyu slapped Zhan Jincheng across the face.

Zhan Jincheng held Song Chaoyu's wrist, and the strength in his hand became stronger and stronger. Song Chaoyu's skin was fair and delicate, and soon there was an obvious red mark on his hand.

But she seemed unconscious, her eyes were still fixed on Zhan Jincheng.

"Don't forget your identity!" Zhan Jincheng gritted his teeth.

He didn't know why, seeing Song Chaoyu in such a mess, he felt a little unbearable, so he brought him back, wanting to take care of Song Chaoyu.

But he didn't expect Song Chaoyu to be so ignorant that he would dare to beat him!
Song Zhaoyu sneered at Zhan Jincheng, as if he heard some big joke.

The corners of her eyes gradually became moist, and she tried her best to hold back her tears, until all this was just a relationship of support, what exactly was Zhan Jincheng doing?
Song Zhaoyu withdrew his hand vigorously, only to find that she was trembling all over, and the arm that had just been pulled out from Zhan Jincheng's hand was trembling even more.

"What is my identity, I always remember it clearly, but you, we have nothing to do with each other, what are you doing now?" Song Chaoyu asked.

Song Chaoyu's face was full of determination, Zhan Jincheng looked at the woman in front of him, and suddenly felt a depression in his heart.

Song Chaoyu knew that this was a sign of Zhan Jincheng's anger, so he added a bit of coldness to his face, and looked up at Zhan Jincheng.

"You said that you want me not to forget my identity, now I will return this sentence to you intact!"

Zhan Jincheng felt like he was waving his fist at Cotton, and his anger was nothing in Song Chaoyu's eyes. Zhan Jincheng didn't say much, but left directly.

Song Chaoyu lost all strength for a moment, feeling that everything was ridiculous. She leaned against the sofa and looked at the scene in front of her.

In the past three years, although the relationship with Zhan Jincheng is a nurturing relationship, there are many times of warmth. Zhan Jincheng is very busy with work, but unexpectedly, he will find time to spend some festivals between couples with her .

Many times, Song Chaoyu would have an illusion that she was actually in love with Zhan Jincheng.

When the news of the engagement reached her, she was also in a daze, and then smiled in relief. From the beginning to the end, the relationship between them was just a nurturing relationship, and she seemed to have become passionate.

Zhan Jincheng ordered the driver to leave here, and the limousine sped on the road.

The rain was still falling, the car was very quiet, the driver didn't dare to breathe, he didn't dare to guess what Zhan Jincheng was thinking, so he had to drive silently.

Zhan Jincheng seemed to dislike the speed, and asked the driver to speed up all the time.

"Mr. Zhan, we're about to speed up. We can't go any faster." The driver whispered.

Working beside Zhan Jincheng was well paid, but he didn't want to bet his own life to be buried with Zhan Jincheng.

Zhan Jincheng's anger can be regarded as calmed down a bit, and he signaled the driver to slow down.

The interior of the car was very quiet, the sound insulation effect of the limousine was very good, the phone rang, and Zhan Jincheng answered the phone almost as soon as it rang.

The assistant reported what happened today to Zhan Jincheng.

The assistant explained in detail that Manager Han went to the hospital to make trouble. Not only that, but Song Chaoyu's father was pissed to death because of it.

After the assistant finished reporting, Zhan Jincheng did not hang up the phone, and the strength of holding the phone became more and more amplified. It was not until the screen of the phone went dark and was completely scrapped that Zhan Jincheng's strength relaxed a little.

"Go back, go back immediately!" Zhan Jincheng said immediately.

Song Zhaoyu received such a blow today, no wonder Song Zhaoyu kept murmuring words that he couldn't understand. At this moment, Zhan Jincheng completely understood the meaning of Song Zhaoyu's words.

His fingertips turned white, and he even felt a dull pain in his heart.

Song Zhaoyu leaned against the back of the sofa, she only felt it was icy cold, the floor was covered with soft blankets, her whole body seemed to be out of control, and she collapsed to the ground.

The soft blanket was pressed against her delicate cheeks, and the wet clothes were attached to her body. She lay motionless on the spot, like a dead body.

Song Zhaoyu only felt that her eyes were astringent, and she really wanted to cry, maybe because she shed too many tears in the rain, she couldn't even cry, and occasionally hiccup would make her head throbbing.

The rain was still pattering outside, she got up staggeringly, and walked to the French window beside her.

She pressed her cheek against the window, watching the rain fall, washing the dust off the window, if only the fact of her father's death had been washed away like this.

The rainy days in the past have never been so sad, as if it was always sunny when I was a child, even if it is rainy, it will become a fun look.

The sound of the rain was not too loud, but Song Zhaoyu laughed when he heard the sound of the rain, like a pure child, smiling brightly.

She thought of her father. Although the family was poor, there was no such thing as patriarchy. Her father treated her even better than her younger brother. All good things were delivered to her first.

(End of this chapter)