Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Dark night.

The original cold moonlight was also hidden behind the clouds, and the sky and the earth were dark.

Mu Wan'an was firmly pressed down by the man.

The smell of evil and the smell of sweat on the man's body penetrated into her nose, and her fear was overwhelming, and the calmness she wanted to maintain was gone.

She bit her lip tightly, and was pinned down so that she couldn't move. When the man was looking at her wantonly, she suddenly slapped him.

"Pa—" a clear voice sounded.

The man was startled.

The homeless people watching around burst out laughing instantly.

The man on top of her had a fierce look in his eyes, and he slammed "Pooh" fiercely on the ground, "Tear--" With a brute force, he tore open her neckline.

With a little bit of whiteness exposed in the air, Mu Wan'an shivered from the cold, and her heart became even colder.

Caught off guard, the man slapped her across the face. Her ears were buzzing. Before she could react, the man unzipped the skirt on her lower body.

"Get out!" She gritted her teeth, trying to push the man away.

The man was tall and strong, pressing down like a mountain, and her resistance had no effect at all.

"Snapped--"

A tear couldn't be held back, and fell out of the eye socket.

She is afraid, she regrets.

At this moment, she regretted it more than ever, if she hadn't negotiated with Song Bingjue, if she hadn't chased the thief like a headless chicken, maybe she wouldn't have encountered all this...

Song Bingjue...

For some reason, this name flashed across her mind, and her tears fell more and more fiercely, and the despair in her heart almost overwhelmed her...

She resisted with all her strength, but she lost to the man in the slightest.

Until her hand was firmly grabbed by the man and pinned to the top of her head, as if sentenced to death, her heart was ashamed, and she looked at the sky with empty eyes...

In the ear is the man's rough panting.

The body is touched by a man's rough touch...

And that group of people, gloating and laughing...

"Ouch—" She didn't even want to bear it, and the moment the man's lips came close, she vomited out.

After being touched like that, the man also froze suddenly, and even let go of the hand that was restraining her.

Mu Wan'an hurriedly tried to escape from under him, but at the moment she completely left, when she raised her eyes to look forward, she suddenly froze.

Not far away, the man who was supposed to be in the hospital appeared there.

His figure was tall and tall, and his whole body seemed to be hidden in the night, only his eyes were faintly filled with indifference and coldness.

indifferent.

At that moment, Mu Wan'an, who originally thought that she was about to be saved, froze, as if all her feelings had been emptied.

cold.

The bone-piercing cold made her feel even colder than when she was pressed under another man just now.

She suddenly thought of what she had said to him in the hospital before.

She said: "They need to keep their distance.

She said: Let him stop meddling in her business.

But now, as if to verify what she said, she encountered such a thing, and he appeared in front of her, indifferent.

The soreness in her chest spread, and she couldn't help trembling all over, but if she wanted to ask for help, at that moment, she couldn't say it at all.

Before she could react, the man who had been vomited by her cursed, pulled her hair, and pulled her into his arms again.

Mu Wan'an didn't realize it, she just looked at the man not far away.

In the next second, she saw the man look at her, then stepped forward and turned around.

She felt like she was in an ice cellar.

Also, even if he found her, so what.

There are so many people here, and even if he saves her, he will have to pay a huge price.

Normal people would choose to turn a blind eye, let alone him...

Knowing that this would happen, she still couldn't help sobbing, the pain was unbearable.

The man behind her was already about to take off her coat, and when her skirt was completely taken off and the last line of defense was about to be completely lost, she didn't know what she was thinking, knowing that the man had gone far, but she still Couldn't help it, sobbing loudly——

"Song Bingjue..."

"Song Bingjue..."

"Song... Bingjue..."

As if wanting to give herself a little courage, she called his name over and over until she was almost desperate.

Suddenly, she even lost her mind.

Just when she thought she was completely finished and closed her eyes, she heard a muffled groan, and the weight on her body suddenly lightened.
The laughter around him also stopped abruptly.

As if with a premonition, she suddenly opened her eyes.But before she could see the surroundings clearly, she was pressed into his arms by the man, and the coat covered her entire head.

The familiar scent of mint from the man hit her, and she was taken aback, hugged tightly by him like a rag doll.

Her face was deeply buried in his chest, and her nose was hurting from the pressure, but she didn't seem to feel it, and there was only one thought in her mind.

She was saved by him.

She was saved by him.

After being completely sure that he was saved, an unprecedented collapse hit.

Her emotions rose and fell, and she hugged him irresistibly, and burst into tears.

She hugged him tightly, unwilling to let go at all, just like a person who fell on the edge of a cliff and wanted to cling to the life-saving branch.

"Song Bingjue..." She cried and called his name all the way, tears streaming down her face.

Han Xiu, who arrived in time, had already sent people to control the scene.

Song Bingjue's face was cold, and he carried her out.

Until being carried into the car, Mu Wan'an still couldn't contain his emotions, let alone let him go.

"Song Bingjue..." She trembled and kept repeating her name.

Suddenly, the coat covering her body was lifted off.

With red eyes, she met the man's emotionless black eyes.

In the next second, the original crying stopped abruptly.

Even if the fear and grievance in her eyes haven't dissipated.

"Song..." Facing the man's dark eyes, the escaped rationality in her mind was slightly retracted, she opened her lips tremblingly, and then stopped.

Subconsciously wanted to pull away from his arms, but still did not act because of fear.

As soon as she opened her mouth, she saw the man pursed his lips tightly, then reached out and wrapped his coat tightly around her.

The man's eyes were filled with anger and killing intent.

She was scantily clad, her fair skin was exposed, her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were red. No matter how you looked at her, people had the urge to ravage her.

Mu Wan'an had complicated emotions, and she subconsciously avoided his scrutinizing eyes. Just as she was about to retract her gaze, the man gently pinched her jaw.

Looking at each other, Mu Wan'an clearly saw his own embarrassment in his pupils, and cold words spit out from the man's mouth:
"Do you dare next time?"

Do you dare next time?

As soon as these words came out, Mu Wan'an, who was holding back her tears, suddenly felt the soreness in the corners of her eyes.

"What do you mean?" She asked with a trembling voice.

"Tell me to keep a distance from me, tell me not to meddle in your business anymore, say..." Before he could finish his sentence, Mu Wan'an's tears fell again.

The original accusation was put aside and turned into annoyance.

Even the forced coldness no longer exists.

He held her in his arms again, tightly as if rubbing her into his body.

Thinking that even in the situation just now, she was unwilling to stop him, so he couldn't help but hate it.

this woman...

This woman, what should he do with her?
He was annoyed at her stubbornness, annoyed that she always wanted to separate himself from her clearly.

But, even if you get annoyed and angry again, so what?
In fact, when he turned around just now, he regretted it...

He shouldn't have made her so desperate.

So, he was punishing her just now?
So, he could save her, but he did it on purpose?
How could he... how could he do this!

At that moment, Mu Wan'an couldn't hold back, thinking of everything that happened just now, the emotions that had been squeezed broke out in an instant.

She opened her mouth and bit his shoulder suddenly, like a little wild cat, venting her anger.

"Song Bingjue, you bastard!" Her teary eyes were full of grievances.

"Yes, I'm an asshole."

He is.

The man admitted, and then felt the pain in his shoulder, but he only let out a muffled groan, and still did not let go of the hand holding her, allowing her to bite.

The car was silent, only the whimpering sound of the woman biting.

I don't know how long it took before Mu Wan'an stopped slowly.

After realizing what she was doing, she paused suddenly, and then thought of the injury on his back, the breath that was stuffed in her chest let out, and she froze.

"I'm sorry." She said hoarsely, admitting her mistake sincerely.

The arrogance just now disappeared, and the whole person looked like a little white rabbit.

Seeing him still hugging her indulgently, her heart was complicated.

She understood that everything that happened tonight was her problem and had nothing to do with him.

But she still couldn't help being involved in him.

"Your injury..." She slightly pushed away from his arms, took a deep breath through her sniffling nose, and asked in a muffled voice.

She lowered her eyes, her eye sockets flushed with pain.

"I'm fine." The man paused, and then let go of her. Seeing that her eyes were red, her body was still trembling slightly, and her heart was filled with pain, he still couldn't hold back. He took her into his arms again, and comforted her gently. .

"Don't be afraid..." He comforted in a low voice, as always, not as cold as before.

That tenderness flowed into her icy heart like a warm current. Mu Wan'an closed her eyes, but did not break free, and silently shed tears in his arms, venting the fear and anxiety of the night.

Until Han Xiu took care of everything, she had already fallen asleep in the man's arms.

Wrapping the blanket tightly around her, Song Bingjue looked up at Han Xiu who was sitting in the driver's seat.

"It's been dealt with cleanly?" He lowered his eyes and saw that the woman was still frowning even in her sleep, full of uneasiness, and her eyes were even colder, pouring out murderous intent.

Han Xiu nodded, not daring to look at the situation in the back seat through the rearview mirror, but asked, "President, should we go to the hospital, or...?"

"Go to the hospital." The man opened his lips and hugged the woman into his arms.

Hearing this, Han Xiu stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove away from the original place.

And in the original alley, the previous silence was restored...

Death, general silence.