Hidden Marriage Chief Marry One Get One Free

"..." She suddenly didn't want to say anything more.

What is the use?

In Su Muchen's heart, he had already sentenced her to death.

Her explanations were all sophistry, her evidences were all lies, her pain and struggles... were nothing more than holding her own dignity and trampling it under his feet!

Song Yan held back her tears and suddenly smiled.

"I was wrong."

She lowered her eyes and said softly: "Su Muchen, I found out that I was really wrong..."

Su Muchen stepped forward, just about to say something, but saw Song Yan raised her head, her eyes were full of ashes, and his shadow could no longer be reflected.

She said word by word: "The worst thing I did was to expect someone who didn't believe me at all to believe me... I was wrong..."

"..."

Su Muchen's heart trembled violently, a sharp pain flashed faintly, and his fingertips trembled.

After Song Yan finished speaking, she turned and left disheartened.

At this time, a dozen men in well-fitting suits and sunglasses suddenly walked over from the other end of the corridor, stopped her in front of her, and asked in a cold voice, "Are you Song Yan?"

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, and frowned slightly: "Who are you?"

She doesn't know these people.

"Miss Song, please come with us, our boss wants to see you!" The man took a step forward with a tone that could not be refused.

Song Yan suddenly had a bad premonition and subconsciously wanted to back away.

"Who is your boss? I don't know..."

Before they could finish speaking, several men suddenly rushed over, grabbed her hands, held her up in mid-air, and wanted to take her away forcibly!

"What do you want to do? Let me go!"

Song Yan was shocked and struggled desperately, but she couldn't break away from the strength of several men. Her arms were firmly grasped, her body was suspended in the air, and there was no room for resistance.

"Yanyan!"

Su Muchen also changed his face, and shouted: "What are you doing?! Let her go..."

As he spoke, he was about to rush up, but Song Xuewei grabbed his arm behind him, his face was full of nervousness: "Brother Muchen, what are you doing?"

"Didn't you see that they were going to kidnap Yanyan?"

Su Muchen struggled to break free from her hand.

"What does this have to do with you? There are so many of them, I don't allow you to take risks!" Song Xuewei was frightened and furious, clutching his arm tightly, refusing to let go no matter what.

Su Muchen became anxious and snapped her finger hard.

When she turned her head, she saw Song Yan being knocked out, her body fell limply, and was carried away by a man on her back.

He was so anxious that his eyes turned red, and he yelled at Song Xuewei: "Quickly let go!!"

"I won't let go!"

Song Xuewei burst into tears in pain, and her voice was full of grievance and resentment, "What does it matter to you that she was kidnapped? Are you disregarding your own safety? Do you still like her in your heart?!"

Su Muchen's anxious face froze, and he blurted out: "I didn't..."

"You still want to lie to me? If you didn't still have her in your heart, why would you be so eager to protect her? Brother Muchen, I am your fiancée, how could you treat me like this..." Song Xuewei cried heavily.

"..."

Su Muchen was speechless.

Just as he was hesitating, he heard a "ding", and those men had brought the unconscious Song Yan into the elevator.

"Xuewei, trust me! I can't leave Yanyan alone like this, I will explain to you slowly when I come back!"

Su Muchen was sweating profusely, and forced Song Xuewei's hand away, pushed her away, and then ran after her.

Song Xuewei was pushed to the ground by him, and her ankle twisted violently. The heart-pounding pain instantly turned her face pale, and she raised her head with tears in her eyes, but only saw Su Muchen's back without turning her head...

Song Xuewei sat on the ground, crying bitterly.

"Brother Mu Chen——"

……

Su Muchen ignored her cries.

When he chased to the elevator entrance, those men had already taken Song Yan off the elevator.

"Damn!!"

He gritted his teeth, hating his own hesitation in his heart, and couldn't imagine what would happen to Song Yan if she fell into the hands of those men.

He panicked, and immediately turned around and ran to the stairs, chasing him all the way down.

But where can I catch up?
When he stumbled down the stairs, he looked around, and Song Yan was nowhere to be seen...

……

private hospital.

It was already the next morning when Song Yan woke up.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the white ceiling of the hospital.

Fever, blood donation, and excessive drinking, she just felt like something was beating desperately in her head, her consciousness was drowsy, and she had a splitting headache.

Powerlessly reaching out to hold her forehead, she realized that something was wrong with her body, and when she lowered her head, she was stunned.

A small child was lying on her body, with her arms spread out, hugging her waist tightly, her little face pressed against her chest...

This little guy is about four or five years old. He is delicate and cute, carved with jade, but there is a thick gauze wrapped around his neck.

The snow-white cotton yarn was wrapped around his head from his neck several times, and finally, it was tied into a cute bow on top of his head, which looked like a little rabbit from a distance.

At this moment, "Little Rabbit"'s eyes and nose were still red, as if she had just cried, and she was looking up at her eagerly with her little head up.

"..."

Song Yan's mind was a little dull, and it took her a while to react.

Didn't she donate blood to save the child before?

How could you lie on top of her?

and also……

This way of bandaging the wound is really childlike!

The little guy who is already delicate and soft has a pair of big red eyes and a pair of cute "rabbit ears" on his head. He looks very funny.

Seeing that she woke up, "Little Rabbit"'s eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he called out childishly, "Mom!"

"..." Song Yan almost choked on her saliva.

Mother? ?
"you're awake."

The man's deep and magnetic voice sounded out of nowhere.

Song Yan was startled, she followed the voice and saw an enlarged version of the "little rabbit"...

Eyebrows and facial features look exactly the same.

The man is sitting on a chair with a cold expression on his face. A hand-cut suit outlines his shape without hesitation. His shoulders are wide and his waist is narrow. His long legs overlap. His posture is elegant and arrogant, just like the ancient nobles in Western oil paintings , with proud eyebrows and indifferent eyes, there is a kind of unattainable height that makes people look up to.

His facial features are as deep as engraved, and he is handsome. A pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes are sharp and beautiful. The eyes are full of deep black. Against the expressionless face, they are like cold and snowy mountains, cold and sparse.

Four eyes facing each other.

Song Yan only felt that the man's eyes fell on her body, like a thin ice blade, penetrating inch by inch from the skin to the bone, which was creepy.

Song Yan shivered, and was about to get up, but was pressed hard by the little dumpling lying on her body, so she stretched out her hand and pushed, "Little guy, get up first."