Bringing a wife into his arms: The president prefers to be loved

Shen Xueman looked at Yu Fen with eyes full of impatience and disappointment.

"If you hadn't taught me to grab everything since I was a child, if I didn't, I would have just watched Shen Xueyao take everything from me."

"If you hadn't taught me that I am the daughter of the Shen family, and that Shen Xueyao is an outsider, I wouldn't think she is inferior to me everywhere."

Shen Xueman took a deep breath and said, "The reason why I became like this is because of your teaching."

Yu Fen's expression was a little tense, and she said in a hasty tone: "Mom is really doing it for your own good, how can you think so?"

"I am doing everything for myself. If I hadn't been thinking of you, why would I have expended so much energy?!" Yu Fen was obviously in a hurry, so she raised her voice and argued.

However, before Yu Fen could finish speaking this time, Shen Xueman coldly interrupted: "Aren't you doing it for yourself?"

Yu Fen suddenly choked with anger and couldn't speak, his chest heaved violently, obviously because he was so angry.

"Maybe you think that everything you do is for my own good, but you think the best things are only money and power! You forced me to get those, and that's what you think is good!"

"Of course!" Yu Fen said dissatisfiedly, and gave Shen Xueman a blank look.

"Then what is the most important thing? Have you forgotten how I came here before? If I hadn't entered Shen's house, would you have such a comfortable life?"

"After entering Shen's house, how many times do you have to bring up your "beautiful" history? Don't you think it's glorious for you to be a mistress to seduce other people's husbands?" Shen Xueman looked at Yu Fen, her face full of tears. With contempt, and deep disgust.

"Everything you taught me has made me the laughing stock of the whole city time and time again. Do you want people all over the world to see me as a loose woman?"

After the hateful voice was finished, Shen Xueman knew that Yu Fen would not understand at all, so she ignored her, squatted down and hugged Xiaobao, and said softly: "Little Bao, Aunt Xueman will take you to see your mother, don't cry, okay?" good?"

Only then did Xiao Bao stop her tears, and nodded silently.

Ignoring Yu Fen any more, Shen Xueman carried Xiao Bao to the hospital.

In a low-rise house, Qi Hao felt that his body was hot and cold, and there were bursts of sharp pain from behind, dragging him out of the dream little by little.

So Qi Hao woke up abruptly from the pain of the wound. When he opened his eyes, he felt that his eyes were black, and he had a splitting headache and shortness of breath.

Not only that, his whole body was sore and weak, and his throat was dry and tight.

At this time, I was lying face down, the pillow under my chin smelled of damp straw, and my back was burning with pain.

Qi Hao's consciousness gradually came to his senses, and he began to roll his eyes to look at the surrounding environment.

The room was very low, and the front wall was a little dirty with black and gray. It was obviously old, with a machete and a raincoat hanging, and a lot of messy things piled up underneath.

He vaguely remembered that when he passed out, he seemed to be dragged away by someone, so the little girl's?

Thinking of this, Qi Hao's heart suddenly trembled. If someone wanted to harm him, what happened to that little girl?

Could it be Zhou Pengfei?

Qi Hao moved his hands and feet, and then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, my hands and feet are still free and not bound.

Struggling to get up, his back felt a tearing pain because of his movements, and there seemed to be something sticky.

Puzzled in his heart, Qi Hao stretched out his hand to touch the back carefully, and unexpectedly touched green juice.

His wound was treated by someone?Could it be that someone saved him?
The doubts in his heart became more and more intense, Qi Hao gritted his teeth and sat up, then felt dizzy for a while.

After sitting stiffly for a long time, Qi Hao finally came to his senses, and his eyes finally became clear.

However, at this moment, two footsteps, one light and one heavy, sounded outside the door, getting closer.

Qi Hao's eyes showed a look of vigilance, and they turned quickly, trying to find something to defend himself.

The door was opened, but the person who came in surprised Qi Hao for a moment.

"It's you?"

The person in front of him was none other than the dumb man who brought Qi Hao up the mountain, still looking simple and honest, with a bowl in his hand that was steaming.

Seeing Qi Hao getting up, the man seemed to be taken aback, and then a look of anxiety appeared on his face.

Putting the bowl in his hand on the low table beside him, the man gestured to Qi Hao, pointing at him and the bed at the same time, shaking his head desperately.

Qi Hao knew that he didn't want him to get out of bed.

A small head protruded from behind the man, and Qi Hao was surprised to find that it was the little girl. Her face had been washed clean at this time, and she looked timid, with big eyes staring at Qi Hao curiously.

"You're still here, what's the relationship between you two?" Qi Hao was startled, and asked, but his heart felt much more at ease.

"Uncle, this is my father." The little girl whispered while holding the dumb man's hand.

It's such a coincidence that this little girl is the child of a dumb man. Qi Hao stared at the man with a slightly deeper gaze.

But the man didn't seem to notice it at all, but brought the bowl to Qi Hao again, which contained a dark brown liquid with a strong herbal smell.

It must be some kind of local prescription for anti-inflammatory, that's all Qi Hao can think of.

My man handed the bowl to Qi Hao, with some expectation in his eyes, the little girl said at this time: "Uncle, this medicine is specially made for you by my father. My father said that you are injured, and you need to drink the medicine to get better."

The man nodded and passed the bowl again.

Qi Hao frowned, with a slight resistance on his face, but after seeing the eyes of the man and the little girl, he had no choice but to take the bowl and drink it down.

The bitter taste of grass juice spread in his mouth, Qi Hao's eyebrows furrowed even tighter, and his throat felt astringent.

"You also took care of my wound, thank you."

Qi Hao said, took out his mobile phone, he didn't know how long he passed out, maybe the mobile phone can store some power.

The phone turned on, and it showed that the battery was still [-] percent, and it was already the next day.

Instead of calling Shen Xueyao, Qi Hao called his assistant.

"President Qi? Is it really you?" The assistant connected the phone almost immediately, with a tone of disbelief.

"Where did you go? Are you okay? Do you know how anxious I am? It is rumored that you have encountered an accident."

Before the assistant could finish the series of words, Qi Hao immediately interrupted: "My battery is low, so to make a long story short. Zhou Pengfei did hurt me. I was still in Shicun. He ran away. I want you to bring someone to find him immediately."

"Is the injury serious? Mr. Qi, do you need me to send someone to pick you up? I will send someone to find Zhou Pengfei."

"I came here by car, and I can go back right away." Qi Hao just finished speaking when the phone vibrated, and the voice on the other end went hoarse.

It seemed that the battery had run out, Qi Hao sighed slightly.

She has been missing for a long time, Yaoyao must be very worried, right?Qi Hao was very anxious.

"Thank you for saving me. Can you take me out? My car is parked at the foot of the mountain. I have to go back." Qi Hao stood up while supporting the wall beside him, still shaking a little.

The man was taken aback, and gestured to the little girl.

The little girl nodded and said, "Uncle, Dad said you have to go to the hospital right away, and we'll send you out right away."

Qi Hao nodded, the man immediately stepped forward to support him, and the little girl followed behind anxiously.

The mountain road was a bit rough, Qi Hao only felt that the wound on his back was getting more and more painful, presumably the herbs on his back had gradually lost their effect.

His face was pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, and Qi Hao held on.

Not far away, his car was still parked there, and a few curious villagers had already gathered around.

Qi Hao stepped forward to take a look, his eyes turned cold when they touched the front tires.

The tire had completely collapsed, Qi Hao noticed a knife lying on the ground with sharp eyes, it was Zhou Pengfei who stabbed him.

Looks like he did the flat tire.

It seemed that even if I was lucky enough to make it down the mountain, I still wouldn't be able to go back to the city.
There was a hint of anger on his face, and Qi Hao clenched his fists fiercely. He will definitely make Zhou Pengfei pay for what he did.

Someone came forward curiously and asked, "You look like you are from the city, right? This car has a flat tire and can't be driven."

"Is there a place to repair tires nearby?" Qi Hao asked through gritted teeth.

"No, it's only available on the edge of the city five kilometers away, and we don't usually need to repair tires." The man shook his head and said.

There is no place to repair tires, so he has to wait for someone to pick him up, Qi Hao couldn't help frowning.

"I want to make a call and borrow your mobile phone." Qi Hao took out a hundred-yuan note from his pocket and handed it to the person beside him, saying.

The man's eyes lit up immediately, and he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and handed it to Qi Hao, taking the note and stuffing it back into his pocket.

Qi Hao entered Shen Xueyao's number, but he couldn't get through. He took down the phone and saw that the signal value was empty.

Qi Hao couldn't help but clench his lower lip, Qi Hao's heart was filled with irritability.

When the person saw it, he said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, the signal here is always up and down, so wait a little longer."

He didn't intend to hand over the money he had pocketed.

A hint of impatience flashed across Qi Hao's eyes: "Is there a direct bus to the city?"

The villagers glanced at each other and shook their heads shyly: "We have trucks going into the city every three days, and usually there are no cars going straight to the city. If you are in a hurry to go back to the city, you have no choice but to wait. Back in the truck together."

The fist tightened and then loosened, Qi Hao was extremely helpless but had no other way.

"it is good."