Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

He involuntarily reached out to smooth her frowning brows, but was suddenly caught by her.

There was a thump in my heart, and my brain was working quickly to consider my words.

When he lowered his head, he realized that she hadn't woken up at all.

The bloodless lips opened and closed, and the voice was very soft, and she didn't know what to murmur.

Curiously, he bent over to her mouth and heard her shout: "Mo Yang..."

Mo Yang, it sounds like a man's name.

In an instant, there was a violent storm in the black eyes.

As if feeling his strong low pressure, the little hand holding him trembled and suddenly let go.

Chu Muhan's heart suddenly went blank, seeing her shivering under the quilt curled up, he sighed helplessly, trying to suppress his hostility.

Song Qianxi also gradually settled down.

When he was about to leave, Chu Muhan caught a glimpse of the antipyretic patch on the bedside.

……

"Dad...you believe me...I never did it..."

"I really haven't done it...let me go...I don't want to marry..."

"No, I don't want to marry Qiu Zhiyu!"

Song Qianxi suddenly opened her eyes, waking up from her slumber, her face was beaded with sweat, her breathing was short of breath and she looked at the strange environment around her, her blurred vision gradually gained focus.

On a rainy night last night, she ran away but was rescued by a kind person.

Song Qianxi had lingering fears, and said happily, "It's okay, it's a dream."

She and Qiu Zhiyu have never had an intersection.

For some reason, all night, there were photos of her and Qiu Zhiyu having a room at the hotel.

When her father found out, he was furious and hit her with a feather duster, breaking two of them.

My mother had a plan in mind, let her marry the Qiu family to weaken the influence of the matter and help the Song Group to a higher level.

But Dad agreed without thinking, and she was put under house arrest in the room if she refused, and she was not given food to prevent her from escaping.

Just last night, she risked escape due to heavy rain and fewer guards in the yard.

In memory, the door was suddenly opened, and Song Qianxi looked over vigilantly——

It was the doctor who treated his wound last night.

She put down her vigilance and smiled at him friendly, "Good morning, Doctor Jiang."

When Jiang Yu came in, he successfully caught the vigilance in Song Qianxi's eyes just now, and gave a cold snort of disdain.

"Not good, not good at all!"

"..."

This doctor Jiang is very prejudiced against her.

Jiang Yu tore off the antipyretic patch on Song Qianxi's forehead, and took his temperature with an electronic thermometer.

"37.5, it's okay, just apply ointment to the wound every day."

"Okay, thank you, Dr. Jiang."

"Thank you so much, I'll leave here, don't let Brother Han's idea!"

"Brother Han..."

"Yes, he is not someone like you who can take a picture!"

"who is it?"

"..."

The corner of Jiang Yu's mouth twitched, and he jumped into a rage.

"You ungrateful woman is the man who brought you home last night, Chu Muhan, Brother Han!"

The man's handsome face appeared in Song Qianxi's mind, and he said calmly, "Oh, so his name is Chu Muhan."

The surname is Chu, is it related to the Chu family?

"..."

Jiang Yu felt as if he had punched the cotton with a fist, holding fire to deal with Song Qianxi's injury, filled with righteous indignation, "I'll tell you again, a person like you will leave immediately after treating the wound!"

Song Qianxi was grateful to Jiang Yu for treating his wounds, and treated him nicely, but the more he said it, the more he went too far, and he asked angrily, "What kind of person am I?"

Jiang Yu sneered, "You know in your heart that you are a girl, so I saved face for you and didn't explain what you said."

Bah, I still have the face to ask!

They all suspected that she was deliberately approaching Brother Han.

Jiang Yu finished treating Song Qianxi's wound with a grim expression, packed up the medicine box and slammed the door to leave.

The loud slamming sound of the door echoed in the room, and Song Qianxi's face gradually turned pale.

She doesn't like being wronged, especially if it affects her reputation.