After a hidden marriage with the president

Song Qingran was in a complicated mood for a moment, she watched Liu Yansong twice more on TV, as if she wanted to remember his appearance in her mind.

Song Qingran didn't watch it for a long time. After turning off the TV, it was still early for her to watch, so she was ready to draw the first draft.

She went back to the room and took out a piece of white paper and a pen, and went back to the living room to start drawing.

Most of the jewelry on the market contains different emotions.

Friendship, family and love...

The incident between Su Yiran and Mu Yiran broke both her friendship and love, and the only thing she still has hope for is her family relationship.

She misses her mother's gentle hands, her mother's soft voice, and her mother's meticulous care for her...

Song Qingran leaned on the sofa with her eyes closed, and the happy scenes of her family of four when she was a child kept appearing in her mind, and a sweet smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, that sweet world turned black and white, and all the laughter turned into cries.

Song Qingran stayed alone in that not too big room, receiving everyone's sympathetic gazes.

Crying and making noise, Song Qingran had a headache, she opened her eyes suddenly, the incandescent lamp above her head made her eyes hurt, tears almost fell down.

She lowered her head, took a few deep breaths, and waited until she calmed down before starting to write.

Song Qingran didn't know what she wanted to do this time at first, but her mother's hands kept circling in her mind, so she started to paint those hands first.

As soon as she moves her hands, she will be completely immersed in her own world, so she rarely pays attention to the movement outside.

It wasn't until the door was pushed open and the door hit the wall with a loud sound that Song Qingran was so frightened that he threw away the pen in his hand.

She turned her head to look at the door, with panic and astonishment in her eyes.

As a result, the scene that entered the target shocked her even more.

Zuo Chen, covered in blood, was helped into the door, his face pale.

Song Qingran quickly put down the things in his hands and went to pick him up.

He Zhou was in charge of sending Zuo Chen home, but he didn't expect that there was another person in his family, and it was a woman!

More importantly, this woman... looks familiar.

He Zhou looked at the person in front of him calmly.

Zuo Chen naturally felt it too, and explained: "He Zhou, this is your sister-in-law."

He Zhou, "..."

WTF? !
sister in law?

He has been by Zuo Chen's side for so long, Zuo Chen doesn't even have a girlfriend, so just conjuring him a sister-in-law? !

This is really nothing but a blockbuster!

He Zhou decided not to argue with Zuo Chen for the sake of Zuo Chen's current state, and to interrogate him carefully after he recovered from his injury.

"Mr. Zuo, are you alright?" Song Qingran saw that his body was covered in blood, and she couldn't tell where the wound was, so she didn't dare to strike at all.

Zuo Chen's face was pale, and he pulled the corner of his mouth weakly, "No..."

He couldn't speak well, Song Qingran asked He Zhou to help him to sit on the sofa first.

"Mr. Zuo, is there a medicine cabinet at home?"

"Yes, in the cabinet under the left of the TV."

Song Qingran ran over and found a medicine box.

She took the box out, opened it, and saw that there were all kinds of medicines in it.

He Zhou was undressing Zuo Chen to look for wounds, Song Qingran went to boil some hot water, and when he came back, Zuo Chen's shirt had already been stripped off.

There are bluish-purple marks all over the exposed skin, the most obvious marks are on the arms and back, and the most serious mark is on the left shoulder, where there is a long mark across the front chest.

Song Qingran covered her mouth in disbelief, was that... a knife wound? !

Seeing that the woman didn't move, He Zhou took advantage of Zuo Chen's weakness and couldn't help him, so he couldn't help shouting at Song Qingran, "Aren't you going to apply medicine to bandage his wound?"

Only then did Song Qingran slowly recover.

She took a few deep breaths to calm down, and then walked over slowly.

He Zhou actually didn't plan to let Song Qingran come, she just wanted to see how brave this girl is.

From the moment she entered the door, she seemed to be performing a mime, and she didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end. She didn't yell like other girls, and she didn't run out in fright.

This is not normal.

Song Qingran found gauze alcohol in the medicine box, and went to treat his knife wound first, but his hands trembled unconsciously.

He Zhou looked on with his arms crossed, a little amused.

Song Qingran found some cotton balls and dipped some alcohol in to clean Zuo Chen's wound, probably because it was a little irritating after touching it, Zuo Chen became clearer all of a sudden.

He opened his eyes, just in time to see the woman in front of him staring at his wound with a pair of wet eyes, her lips were white, and her hands were still shaking.

Zuo Chen closed his eyes helplessly, "He Zhou, your skin is itchy, aren't you?"

He Zhou, who was still watching the play, couldn't laugh all of a sudden, "Hey hey hey—I think your wound is still too small! You still have the strength to control my skin itching or not!"

Goofy talk, He Zhou really didn't dare to let Song Qingran do anything again.

He took the things from her, and Song Qingran breathed a sigh of relief, "...I'll go and bring some hot water."

After speaking, I ran into the kitchen to see if the hot water was ready.

He Zhou laughed: "Your daughter-in-law can really bear it. She is so scared that she is dying, but she forcibly holds back her voice. It's really hard for her."

Zuo Chen raised one eyelid, "Let's just take it as you are praising her."

He Zhou, "..."

This is protected? !

He pursed his lips, did not dare to stop the movement of his hands, cleaned the wound, applied medicine, bandaged, Hezhou was familiar with the road.

"But that's not why you did it the first time you met her."

Zuo Chen suddenly said this.

He Zhou, "..."

So angry!
He almost swished the alcohol in his hand, let this damn man die of pain!
He Zhou took a few deep breaths, thinking that this man controls his own source of income, and he cannot do without Zuo Chen's "support" if he wants to make a fortune.

Forget it...

Don't get stuck with money...

So when Song Qingran came out with hot water, Zuo Chen leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes tightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

He Zhou was giving him medicine with a look of grievance and grief, and his hands began to tremble...

Song Qingran was puzzled, but he was also afraid? !

It shouldn't be!Didn't she be fine just now, did you deliberately watch her make a fool of herself?
She put down the water and asked, "Mr. He, he...does he need to call a doctor?"

"No need! I'll just deal with it!" He Zhou got angry when he heard her voice, and naturally he didn't have a friendly tone towards her.

Song Qingran was dumb, and pointed to He Zhou's hand, "Mr. please don't shake your hands when you say these words," so that you can be more convincing, okay?

He Zhou, who was poked in the sore spot, put down the cotton ball and looked at her angrily.

Before He Zhou opened his mouth, Zuo Chen said in a daze, "Don't make noise, you have a headache."

He should be dazed from the pain, his voice was a little hoarse, and Song Qingran could hear some hints of being coquettish.

He Zhou didn't dare to be disobedient, so he could only lower his head to treat the wound. He didn't want to be sprinkled with dog food when he sent his boss home in the middle of the night, so he moved his hands faster, cleaned and bandaged, and a series of actions were done in one go.

He also tied a bow on the gauze at the end.

"Help him upstairs to rest in a while, find some anti-inflammatory drugs and anti-fever drugs for him, try to stay by his side at night, in case of fever or wound infection, I will go first."

"Okay, Mr. He, go slowly."

She sent Hezhou to the door.

He Zhou looked at her face for a long time in the dark, and suddenly asked, "Your name is Song Qingran?"

Song Qingran replied blankly, "Yes."

"Then, who are you, Mu Yili?" He Zhou asked again.

Song Qingran didn't know what he wanted to do, so he could only answer honestly, "My ex-fiancé."

He Zhou, "..."

Well, he finally found a relationship!
No wonder the CEO asked him to investigate Mu Yiyi last time. It turned out that he wanted to understand his rival in love, and he was victorious in all battles!
In the end, he really got him back.

He Zhou, who finally found out the truth, left happily.

When Song Qingran returned to the house, Zuo Chen had already sobered up a lot, Song Qingran found some medicine that He Zhou said for him.

"Drink, go to bed early after drinking."

Zuo Chen took it and swallowed it, but he didn't feel like sleeping.

"It's so late, why haven't you slept yet?"

Song Qingran looked at his watch, it was past eleven o'clock, "I forgot to check the time, I was just drawing a design, I didn't pay much attention."

"Hmm..." Zuo Chen moved and sat in a different direction, then saw her half-drawn drawings on the table.

"Miss your family?"

Song Qingran, "..."

How did he know that she missed her family?
Zuo Chen smiled and didn't speak, just said: "Sometimes I also think about it, so when I think about it, I run back to see grandma, I know your parents passed away unexpectedly, and there are no relatives at home, but from now on, my relatives will be yours Darling, I am also your relative."

It's like two lonely people report to each other to keep warm.

Song Qingran bent down and was about to clean up the remnants of the place, but when he heard him say this, he didn't know what to say for a while.

She packed up the medicine box, it was better for her to dispose of the bloody clothes herself, otherwise the servant and auntie would come to work and see them tomorrow, and they would have to be scared to death.

Song Qingran found a plastic bag to pack her clothes, and planned to find a remote place to burn them tomorrow. When she looked up, she saw Zuo Chen looking at her with a smile in her eyes. Under the rendering of the lights, the stern lines became Some soft.

Song Qingran looked a little silly, she saw Zuo Chen reached out to take the bag away, "Let's put it there, let He Zhou clean it up tomorrow."

"Come and sit down for a rest."

Song Qingran put the medicine box back to its original place and sat down on another sofa.

"I scared you just now, I'm sorry."

"No," Song Qingran shook his head, "It's just... a little surprised."

"Not scared?" Zuo Chen smiled, "Then why are you so far away from me, as if I have some kind of infectious disease, and it's contagious if you get close."

Song Qingran blushed, "No, I was afraid...to get too close to you and touch your wound."

Zuo Chen's stab wound stretched from his left shoulder across his entire front chest to his right waist. The amount of bleeding was so large that his entire clothes were red, especially he was wearing a white shirt underneath.

After cleaning, the knife mark looked hideous and terrifying.

Song Qingran had never seen such a scary wound, but when He Zhou applied medicine to him just now, she still watched from the sidelines, even though she almost vomited.

But this can't be said in front of Zuo Chen.

Song Qingran moved closer to Zuo Chen with some reluctance. Although the two were on the same sofa, one was on the left and the other was on the right.

Zuo Chen had a very headache, the person he coaxed with great difficulty got a little closer, but because of this injury, he pulled him away again.

He felt that it was necessary to have a good talk.

"Don't Mrs. Zuo wonder how I got this injury?"

Song Qingran looked at him and asked, "If I say I'm not curious, do you think I don't care about you?"

Zuo Chen, "..." was asked back, he smiled, "No."

"That's good," Song Qingran nodded, "Then let me tell the truth, I'm not curious."

Zuo Chen was helpless, "What's the reason?"

Song Qingran thought for a while, "Curiosity killed the cat. Besides, my gossip is not that strong."

Zuo Chen was satisfied and waited for me to nod, "Okay."

Song Qingran saw that it was really getting late, so he helped Zuo Chen upstairs.

This time she directly helped him into the master bedroom, Zuo Chen gave him a surprised look, "My room is next to yours."

"I know," Song Qingran still helped the person in, "You sleep here tonight, I'll watch over you, if you have a fever, you'll be fine."

Zuo Chen, "..."

It feels so good to be cared about.

He was placed on the bed, Song Qingran broke a cup of cold boiled water and put it on the bedside, then turned off the headlights and only turned on a small desk lamp, the room suddenly became a little cozy.

Zuo Chen watched Song Qingran help him cover the quilt, then went to lie down on the soft chair, his forehead twitched, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Song Qingran looked at him inexplicably, "Didn't you say that I'm afraid you'll have a fever at night, so I won't sleep."