"Qi Chuan was seriously injured and unconscious, so Song Zhiyuan, is Song Zhiyuan dead?" After listening to this, Su Mujun hurriedly asked.

"No, I heard that the second young lady was not injured."

When Su Mujun heard this, his face suddenly collapsed.

"People are now—in which hospital, you know?" Zhou Jiangyuan asked again.

"Yes." The housekeeper nodded and told Zhou Jiangyuan the hospital where Zhou Qichuan was.

"Prepare the car and go to the hospital immediately."

……

In the hospital, in the intensive care ward, Song Zhiyuan sat on the edge of the bed, holding Zhou Qichuan's big palm that was colder than himself, and his heart had become extremely peaceful.

As long as Zhou Qichuan is alive, it is the best thing in the world.

Now, as she wishes, Zhou Qichuan is really alive, so what is she not satisfied with.

Sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, Song Zhiyuan's eyes did not blink, and he stared at Zhou Qichuan's face quietly for nearly an hour, and then his gaze slowly moved down and fell on his hand.

It was a pair of hands that had brought her so much joy and pleasure that she had never observed before.

Looking closely now, I see that his hands seem to look better than his face.

It is fair and slender, with elegant bones, well-defined knuckles, very short and clean nails, and healthy crescents on the nails.

It's just that, because of the excessive blood loss, his hands are the same as his face, and there is no blood in sight.

Song Zhiyuan thought, when Zhou Qichuan wakes up, okay, she has to start cooking, cook all kinds of tonic soup for Zhou Qichuan every day, replenish his blood and qi, and let him recover as quickly as before.

"Knock knock-" "Click~"

Suddenly, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside, only thinking that it was a medical staff, Song Zhiyuan didn't look at it, until Zhuo Mu walked to her side in a sterile suit and respectfully called her "madam", she raised her eyes and looked over.

"Madam, the VIP ward is empty upstairs, your suitcase has been taken to the ward, you go wash and rest."

Looking at Song Zhiyuan, who had obvious blood stains and tears left on his face, Zhuo Mu respectfully and respectfully, "Don't worry, before you come back, I will definitely guard the boss inch by inch." ”

Song Zhiyuan looked down at his blood-stained hands.

Indeed, it's too dirty, you have to wash it, otherwise Zhou Qichuan will dislike it.

Nodding, reluctantly, she let go of Zhou Qichuan's hand, stood up, and then, leaned down, lightly imprinted a kiss on Zhou Qichuan's forehead and said, "I'll wash it up and come over to accompany you." ”

As if in response, suddenly, Zhou Qichuan's eyelashes trembled invisibly.

Song Zhiyuan seemed to see it, curled his lips and smiled, and then stepped out.

When she got out of the intensive care ward, she was relieved to see the guards on the three floors outside the ward, and then another bodyguard took her to the VIP ward upstairs.

The things she and Zhou Qichuan brought when they went to Jianghuai on a business trip were all in the ward, including their mobile phones.

Song Zhiyuan went to get her mobile phone, left a message on WeChat, explained some work things to Chi Xue, and appointed a senior manager of the personnel department to temporarily replace her work.

After doing this, she took her clothes and went into the bathroom.

There was blood all over my body, and I stood under the unkempt head for a long time to wash away the blood stains on my body.

In her mind, she recalled the picture of her holding a sharp knife and stabbing at the bandits, and she did not have the slightest fear.

Because those people deserve to die.

Washed from head to toe, Song Zhiyuan dried her hair and changed her clothes, and the nurse brought breakfast.

Although he didn't have any appetite, Song Zhiyuan still ate some.

Because she knew that Zhou Qichuan needed her to take care of her, she absolutely couldn't do anything, even if she had a cold.

Halfway through breakfast, she went downstairs to the intensive care unit.

"Ma'am." When she arrived outside the intensive care ward, before she had changed into a sterile gown, the bodyguard came to report to her, "Chairman Zhou and Mrs. Zhou are here, just downstairs, they want to see Mr. Zhou and you." ”

Song Zhiyuan took the action of the sterile gown for a moment, hesitated for a moment and said, "Let them come up." ”

"Just the two of them." She admonished again.

"Yes, ma'am." The bodyguard nodded and immediately ordered the brothers below.

After a while, there was a soft sound at the elevator entrance, and Zhou Jiangyuan and Su Mujun walked out of the elevator, just the two of them.

Song Zhiyuan did not enter the intensive care ward, but stood in front of the glass window outside the intensive care ward, quietly looking at Zhou Qichuan who was lying motionless on the hospital bed inside, breathing extremely weakly.

Zhou Jiangyuan and Su Mujun walked out of the corner, and when they saw Song Zhiyuan at a glance, the two of them agreed, and their already unsightly faces became even more gloomy.

"Zhikite, you are also out of luck now, we want to see our son, and we have to get your consent first." Approaching, Zhou Jiangyuan snorted coldly, and spoke in a strange manner.

Song Zhiyuan heard Zhou Jiangyuan's voice, so he slowly turned around and looked at them, with a skeletal expression, and said expressionlessly, "Dad, Qichuan now, I can't stand any intentions-" outside.

"Smack!"

Song Zhiyuan's last word "outside" did not fall, Su Mujun rushed over, raised his hand and slapped her in the face.

Suddenly, a crisp slap resounded throughout the empty corridor, and even Zhuo Mu, who was in the intensive care ward with the door closed, heard it, and looked up in panic to check the situation outside.

A few bodyguards not far away almost rushed over, intending to put Su Mujun down.

Fortunately, Song Zhiyuan was fast, and when she saw the bodyguard who was about to rush towards her, she raised her hand in time and stopped it.

With this slap, Su Mujun used the strength of milk to count all the new and old grudges against Song Zhiyuan.

If she could, she really wished that this slap could directly slap Song Zhiyuan to death.

Therefore, her slap not only missed Song Zhiyuan's head, but also quickly appeared a slap mark on her white face that was not stained with any trace of fat powder.

"Song Zhiyuan, why is it not you who had an accident, but my son, my son is lying here now, are you very happy, if he dies, are you happier, ah?"

Where can a slap relieve anger, Su Mujun gritted his teeth, was furious, and his extremely resentful eyes slashed at Song Zhiyuan, and he raised his sharp voice and continued to roar, "You are a broom star vixen, Qi Chuan is lying here now, and even almost died, he was killed by you, it's you!" ”

"If you don't play some fox tricks all day long to confuse Qi Chuan, if it weren't for your stubborn refusal to divorce Qi Chuan, how could Qi Chuan have an accident, and if Xu Nianhe married Qi Chuan, how could he buy someone to kill him?"

"It's all you who hurt my son, it's all you!" The more Su Mujun scolded, the more he scolded, scolded and scolded, and raised his hand to fall towards Song Zhiyuan.

The first slap, Song Zhiyuan can understand, Su Mujun, as a mother, is worried and afraid of her son's accident.

But this second slap-

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