The large dark red blood stains on the bed and the faint blood in the air made Chu Huandong's hands cold, so much blood, even the white wall was splashed with blood spots, obviously not caused by ordinary small injuries, such a messy scene must have been after a thrilling fight.

There seemed to be a scene in front of him, Song Liangyu was like crazy, stabbing a knife on Wang Zhangzhu's body, Wang Zhangzhu's eyes were desperate and painful...... She's waiting for herself to save her, and she's too late!

Chu Huandong's face was discouraged, he was so scared in his heart, he didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to admit it, but such an obvious scene of the bloody crime made him have to admit this fact: Wang Zhangzhu was not seriously injured, but also dead.........

Ah Zheng, who was following behind Chu Huandong, even though he was cold and cold, looking at Chu Huandong's desperate appearance of losing his soul, he felt a little unbearable in his heart

Ah Zheng was calmer than Chu Huandong, and his eyes were extremely sharp, he glanced at the room, and saw the bloody glass fragment in the corner of the big bed, and hurriedly walked over happily, and said excitedly: "Mr. Chu, these blood may not be Miss Wang's!"

Chu Huandong was just fascinated by the sudden sadness, and now after Ah Zheng reminded him like this, he immediately noticed the broken glass, and immediately understood that even if there was Wang Zhangzhu, it would not be all her own.

Song Liangyu took Wang Zhangzhu and threatened himself with her is the goal, he wouldn't really want to kill her, even if he wanted to kill her, a person like him has countless methods and weapons, and he won't naively take a broken glass to kill Wang Zhangzhu.

Presumably, this piece of bloody glass was taken by Wang Zhangzhu to defend himself, but what is it that can make Wang Zhangzhu take a small piece of glass so crazy to hurt people, without thinking about it, Chu Huandong also knows.

Song Liangyu must have wanted to violate Wang Zhangzhu, Wang Zhangzhu would be so resolute and crazy to resist, thinking of this, Chu Huandong's painful heart twitched all at once, Wang Zhangzhu hated Song Liangyu so much, he misunderstood that she would marry Song Liangyu, and wrongfully accused her of conceiving a child for Song Liangyu......

If there were no misunderstandings, if there were no injuries, Wang Zhangzhu would not have left him to live in the Su family, and naturally there would be no situation today, and deep self-blame invaded Chu Huandong again.

Ah Zheng didn't have as much sentimentality and thoughts as Chu Huandong, he checked the corners of the room very professionally, touched the bed and said: "Mr. Chu, Miss Wang should not be a big deal, there is water on the bed and a bucket underground, it is likely that Miss Wang was knocked unconscious in the tearing room, Song Liangyu asked someone to splash her with cold water to wake her up!"

Chu Huandong's mouth was even more bitter, Ah Zheng was used to seeing life and death, he felt that it was not a big deal to be knocked unconscious, but when he heard it in his ears, his heart was about to break.

"Mr. Chu, only buttons of clothes were found on the bed, but no traces of broken clothes were found, Miss Wang's innocence should be preserved. Ah Zheng calmly continued to analyze.

Chu Huandong was angry by his calm and formulaic tone, and suddenly said in a cold voice: "You are so good at observation and analysis, why don't you go outside to see, in which direction did Song Liangyu run away, and what are you still rubbing here?"

Ah Zheng realized that he was talking too much, even if he was good at analyzing, he should not analyze the eldest woman, looking at Chu Huandong's yin owl eyes, he responded in fear, and hurriedly turned around and walked outside.

Chu Huandong is not a sentimental person, but standing alone in the room where Wang Zhangzhu was desperately struggling not long ago, his mind was spinning quickly with various scenes, and there was indescribable sadness in his heart.

When Wang Zhangzhu woke up, she found herself lying in a room, the sunlight shining through the glass window, and her eyes could see clearly for a long time.

Ever since her head and face were violently beaten by Song Liangyu, she has been feeling dizzy, wanting to vomit, and her eyes are blurry, as if they are separated by a membrane. She tried her best to open her eyes wide, and looked around dimly, it seemed to be an abandoned factory, the area was large, the surrounding was empty and cold, and she was leaning against a concrete load-bearing pillar.

It was a bit cloudy outside, and the sunlight shone in through the glass windows, making the room even darker and colder.

Song Liangyu didn't know where she went, there was only one bodyguard guarding Wang Zhangzhu's side, her head was still groggy and her mouth was extremely thirsty, the bodyguard saw her wake up and threw her a bottle of water.

Wang Zhangzhu was really thirsty, shrunk on the stone pillar, she cheered up, sat up straight, took the mineral water with her left hand, and twisted the bottle cap with her right hand, but as soon as her hand touched the bottle cap, she felt the pain in her heart, and her right hand had been holding the broken glass when she was entangled with Song Liangyu before, and the flesh and blood that had been cut were blurred.

She was now dying of thirst, and she couldn't care about the injuries and pain in her hands, and wanted to continue to twist the cap with her hands...... At this time, she suddenly realized that her hand did not listen to the command and could not expand and contract freely.

Wang Zhangzhu couldn't help but be taken aback, and tried to make two fist movements, but only the little thumb was coming to retract and shrink, and the other fingers were just hanging softly, and in an instant, Wang Zhangzhu's cold sweat came down.

She moved a few more times without giving up, but the result was still the same, at this time, she had to think of a fact, her right hand was abolished, in the previous entanglement with Song Liangyu, she desperately wanted to stab him to death, and while hurting him, her hand tendons may have been cut.

Wang Zhangzhu looked at his right hand that did not listen to the move, and suddenly smiled, he will become a disabled person from now on.

The bodyguard saw Wang Zhangzhu holding the mineral water silently, thinking that she was playing with her attitude, if it was someone else, he would definitely go up and add punches and feet.

But Wang Zhangzhu is now all the hope of these people, Song Liangyu's attitude towards this woman is unpredictable, he can only lazily hand a bottle of mineral water with the lid unscrewed to Wang Zhangzhu, and by the way, he also took a few pills and some food, put them all in front of Wang Zhangzhu, and said angrily: "Drink water, and then take the medicine, hurry up, otherwise I will feed you personally!"

Wang Zhangzhu glared at this rough man, naturally picked up the water bottle with her left hand, and drank it in a big gulp, she couldn't let these people know that her right hand was useless, otherwise they would be even more unscrupulous when they bullied themselves again.

The bodyguard saw that Wang Zhangzhu had taken the medicine obediently and that his task was completed, so he sat on the side, staring out the window and fantasizing about the future.

Since you are not dead, you have to find a way to live, Dad said that no matter how desperate a person falls into a desperate predicament, as long as he is still breathing, there will always be a glimmer of hope.

Wang Zhangzhu's heart was flooded with the image of Niuniu and Chu Huandong, a huge courage to live rose in her heart, death was terrible, we will never see the closest person in the world again, she must live, to see Niuniu and Chu Huandong.

Wang Zhangzhu's throat hurt terribly, looking at those dry foods, she didn't have any appetite at all, but she still struggled to stuff those dry breads into her stomach, she thought about her daughter, thought about many people, she had to work hard to live.

When she finished eating, Song Liangyu came back with one bodyguard, and the other bodyguard was nowhere to go, his heavy shoes drove the floating soil on the ground, and the choked Wang Zhangzhu couldn't help coughing twice.

Song Liangyu was attracted by her voice, walked over, and approached little by little, the smell of smoke formed by a large amount of smoking sprayed heavily on Wang Zhangzhu's face, Wang Zhangzhu was already disgusted with him, and at this time he was so close that it just made her feel disgusted.

After so many fights with Song Liangyu, Wang Zhangzhu somewhat understood this man, when he was aggressive, she did not dodge, nor did she turn her head, she did not doubt this man's violent methods at all, but forcibly restrained herself from showing any fear at this moment.

With the same fierce gaze, she stared at the twisted and terrifying face in front of her, gritting her teeth.

Song Liangyu was furious when she stared at her, raised her left hand, and wanted to give Wang Zhangzhu another slap, Wang Zhangzhu proudly raised her head at him, squinted her eyes defiantly, and smiled coldly.

In Wang Zhangzhu's small black pupils, Song Liangyu seemed to see the scene of her desperately fighting with him again, and the wound on her neck suddenly jumped twice, and he snorted a little discouragedly, "Dead girl, be a virtue with your dead ghost father!" and then got up and walked away.

Song Liangyu and a few bodyguards sat aside to eat, whispered, or lay down on the waste newspaper to rest, but no one approached Wang Zhangzhu anymore, as if she had some kind of terrible plague on her body, which made people dare not approach.

Seeing that they no longer came to harass him, Wang Zhangzhu's tense nerves relaxed, and he leaned on the stone pillar and fell asleep again.

At night, it was raining lightly outside, and the empty abandoned building was even more cold, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, Song Liangyu and several bodyguards also closed their mouths.

Wang Zhangzhu stared at the big eyes, looking out with a blurred vision, thinking about Niuniu the most.

She is a woman who likes to cry on weekdays, although for so many years, life has made her understand that tears are the most useless thing, crying, meaningless, but she just likes to cry.

But every time she faced a predicament and was forced into a corner again by fate, she didn't want to cry, she looked out the window stubbornly.

This day and night is difficult for Wang Zhangzhu, and it is even more difficult for Song Liangyu, he looks at the drizzle outside the window, his heart is turbulent, he has always been quite conceited, he thinks that he is a person with great wisdom, he is clever, he is forbearing, he is wise, but now he has some recognition of his strength.

He can rely on his blood and strength to defeat the iron-blooded hero Wang Dacheng in his last years, but he can't defeat the scheming Chu Huandong, and in this game with Chu Huandong, he lost.