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

Chapter 70 Disfigurement
Cold sweat slid down Song Chaoyu's cheeks and fell on the dirty ground.

Still in shock, she saw Zhan Jincheng coming from the wind and sand, holding a pitch-black gun in his hand, and knocked down the person who was about to kill her.

Song Chaoyu broke away from the whole body, fell forward, took a big breath, and felt that his heart was about to stagnate.

There was another person who followed Zhan Jincheng, who looked ruffian, dressed in a black leather jacket, and looked at Song Zhaoyu who was slumped on the ground with a playful smile.

Zhan Jincheng handed the gun to the ruffian beside him, and walked up to Song Chaoyu.

"Are you okay?" Zhan Jincheng asked with concern.

Before Song Zhaoyu could react, her scalp was numb. Just now, she thought she really understood this. It might be difficult to find the dead body after dying in this desolate factory.

Zhan Jincheng stretched out his hand, the light was a bit dim, and now he could see the scar on Song Chaoyu's face, basically there was a long one on the right cheek, the light place had already started to scab, and the place in the eye was still bleeding.

"I'll take you away." Zhan Jincheng said.

Song Zhaoyu didn't respond, his head was still in a daze, and it took a few minutes to react. His whole body was in pain, and the pain from the tight wound on the palm of his hand was transmitted to his brain.

Song Chaoyu's lips trembled for a moment before she dared to hold Zhan Jincheng's hand.

Standing up, he saw the man standing not far away. He was undoubtedly very good-looking, but there was a smile in his peach eyes, his lips were bright red, and there was an inexplicable sense of ruffianism and coquettishness.

The man noticed Song Chaoyu's gaze, and unceremoniously cast a wink at Song Chaoyu.

Song Zhaoyu quickly looked away. There must be something wrong with this person, and he was still winking at her.

Song Chaoyu's legs were trembling, and she couldn't stand still. She could only stand up by supporting Zhan Jincheng's arm. She stood still for a long time before she dared to move.

He limped, and Zhan Jincheng soon realized something was wrong.

"What happened to your leg?" Zhan Jincheng frowned and asked.

Song Chaoyu waved her hands, expressing that she didn't have to worry, but the tingling pain from her ankles caused beads of sweat to appear on her forehead, and the strength on her hands became tighter.

Zhan Jincheng felt a tingling pain from his hand, it turned out that the glass shard that Song Chaoyu hadn't pulled out had stuck into his palm.

"Your hand..." Zhan Jincheng hesitated.

The light here is really not very good, he can only look at the person in front of him vaguely, unable to see the specific situation clearly.

There was a sticky feeling in the palm of his hand, and Zhan Jincheng knew that it was Song Chaoyu's blood.

"It's okay, let's go." Song Chaoyu walked forward while supporting Zhan Jincheng's arm.

Her footsteps were so pitiful, sweat kept coming out, and the broken hair on her forehead was wet against her forehead, and occasionally slipped down her cheeks.

Zhan Jincheng stopped first, and with very light strength, he hugged the person around him by the waist.

His movements were very light, Song Zhaoyu didn't feel too much discomfort, her cheek was pressed against Zhan Jincheng's chest, and she could hear Zhan Jincheng's strong heartbeat.

Soon they arrived at a bright place, the headlights were turned on, and there were many bodyguards waiting there.

"Mr. Zhan!" Seeing Zhan Jincheng approaching, the bodyguards shouted respectfully.

Zhan Jincheng's expression was indifferent, showing no emotion, looking at the ruined factory behind him, a nameless anger surged from the bottom of his heart.

When he found out that Song Chaoyu had been kidnapped, he was completely flustered. He clearly knew that this woman had nothing to do with him, even if Song Chaoyu died, it had nothing to do with him.

But at the moment when he knew that she was in danger, Zhan Jincheng's mind seemed to freeze, and he only had one thought, that he must save Song Chaoyu.

"Burn this place." Zhan Jincheng said coldly.

Inside was the body of the person who wanted to kill Song Chaoyu, and several other partners. The person who stabbed Song Chaoyu was still lying on the ground in pain.

"Don't! Keep alive." Song Chaoyu stopped him.

Thinking of Tang Man's crazy voice, she was even more certain that Tang Man had something to do with the truth of his father's death.

In Tang Man's eyes, human life is not human life, but a tool for her to climb up, and Song Feng is a martyr, who died for no reason, and ruined a family.

She will definitely make Tang Man pay the price, she can't be hurt and scared in vain, and her father can't die in vain.

Zhan Jincheng glanced at Song Chaoyu in surprise, but didn't ask carefully.

Song Zhaoyu seemed very persistent, and he didn't argue too much. The most urgent thing is to take Song Zhaoyu to the hospital. She has wounds all over her body and urgently needs treatment.

Entering the warm car, Song Chaoyu's cold body gradually warmed up.

It's just that her body was still trembling subconsciously, her whole body was out of control, her heartbeat was also accelerating, and she didn't slow down from the shock.

Zhan Jincheng unbuttoned his clothes, and put his suit jacket on Song Chaoyu's body.

Song Zhaoyu glanced at him, then quickly looked away, looking out the window, outside was a scenery she had never seen before, and some places were bumpy, but fortunately, the car was fine, and there was not much fluctuation.

Song Chaoyu looked at the moving scenery, and soon saw the sign of the hospital.

Zhan Jincheng directly picked up Song Chaoyu and ran into the hospital. Under the bright lights, Zhan Jincheng finally realized the severity of Song Chaoyu's injury. It took a long time to clean the wound on the palm of his hand.

She also had a lot of shards of glass pierced into her back, an ugly knife mark on her face, and her ankle was very swollen.

After treating the wound, several hours had passed. On the way, Song Chaoyu was exhausted and fell into a coma. When he woke up, he found that he was tightly wrapped.

There is gauze on the face, the palms are also wrapped in gauze, and even the ankles are also wrapped in gauze.

Looking like a mummy, Song Chaoyu laughed at herself, twitching the wound on her face, and she immediately stopped her expression.

She glanced around, only to find that there was actually another person beside her, Zhan Jincheng who had been with her day and night for three years, the phone interface was stuck on the document, and when Song Zhaoyu woke up, he looked concerned.

"I'll call the doctor." Zhan Jincheng said worriedly.

The doctor came over soon and checked Song Zhaoyu, but he was fine.

The doctor stared at Song Chaoyu's face for a long time, the knife mark almost slid across his entire cheek, it looked terrible, and he even sewed a few stitches.

He paused his pen to record the situation, and sighed: "There is not very good news. Her face will definitely have a scar, and it is not small. After all, there are stitches, so it is impossible not to leave a scar."

Song Chaoyu's eyes widened, and he wanted to clenched his fists, only to find that his palms were entangled and unable to move.

Anger rushed into her heart, Song Zhaoyu must be lying when she said that she didn't care, how could she be reconciled to a good person being disfigured!
It was still Tang Man's doing, she obviously did nothing wrong, why did she have to suffer the pain of disfigurement and the pain of losing her father!She is not reconciled, she wants revenge!Tang Man will never be let go!
(End of this chapter)