After a hidden marriage with the president

When it was time for Song Qingran to leave school in the afternoon, Zuo Chen had just finished his work, so he asked He Zhou to drive to Nanhua to pick her up from school.

When Zuo Chen arrived at the school gate, he sent Song Qingran a text message, but no one replied for a long time.

At first he didn't think much about it, he just waited and waited. It was a long time since school ended, and Song Qingran hadn't come out yet. Zuo Chen took out his mobile phone and dialed the landline in Qianwan, asking if his aunt Song Qingran had gone home.

Aunt said no.

Only then did Zuo Chen have a bad feeling.

"Hezhou, help me locate Song Qingran." Zuo Chen knew that it would not be very disciplined to find out in this way, but he always had to check, otherwise he would not be able to sit here and wait.

He Zhou knew something was wrong as early as Zuo Chen made the first phone call, but seeing Zuo Chen's complexion was not very good, he endured without asking, lowered his head and started calling.

As time passed bit by bit, the man sitting behind the car frowned, and He Zhou, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked at the man in the rearview mirror. Although the ground was expressionless as always, the surrounding temperature was low and scary.

He Zhou didn't dare to take a breath, the atmosphere in the car was so quiet that it seemed that only the air flow and the slight sound were left.

Song Qingran's disappearance was not accidental, even if she was angry, she would never refuse to answer the phone like this, not to mention he hasn't made her unhappy recently.

So Zuo Chen immediately searched from the people around her who could best contact her, all the way to Shen Lun.

Song Qingran's driver recently had a suspicious amount of money transferred into his account.

Zuo Chen assigned Shen Lun to Song Qingran's side at the beginning because Shen Lun grew up in Zuo's parents and was brought back by the old lady, so he could be trusted, but he never expected that he could be bought with money.

Zuo Chen followed the vines and found out that he was the one who saw Song Qingran last.

As for where he is now, it is still unknown.

He Zhou asked the driver to stop the car by the side of the road, turned around and asked the people behind him, "President, where should we find Madam now?"

The man's voice was low and hoarse, with some emotional fluctuations in his voice, and his eyes were dark: "Wait first."

There is no other way than this.

Thinking that she might be suffering in a dark place, Zuo Chen felt as if he was caught by an unknown person.There was a crack in the expression on Zuo Chen's face.

He Zhou, who had followed him for many years, could hear the man's forbearable anger with only three words, and silently offered incense for the driver in his heart.

It's not good to offend anyone, so I have to touch the boss' Nilin.

On the open grass, Song Qingran watched the sunlight disappear bit by bit, and the darkness hit bit by bit, she shrank in place, her eyes were full of vigilance looking at the two people, her palms were full of sweat.

She gritted her teeth, looked at the setting sun in the sky, and the uneasiness in her heart continued to magnify.

I don't know if he will find out that she is missing, or... come to find her.

Probably not, after all she...was their pawn to save him from the very beginning.

Forget it, take a gamble!After all, she has never seen him since the beginning.

Song Qingran suddenly felt that his life was a bit desolate, he gritted his teeth, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear.

Song Qingran laughed, "Old grandmother, does Zuo Chen know that you brought me here?"

The old grandmother was taken aback, and her slightly cloudy black eyes met the clarity of her eyes, "This has nothing to do with you, you just need to know that this is an irreversible matter today. As for Zuo Chen, I will explain it to him of."

That's why he doesn't know!

Song Qingran breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his heart again, and negotiated with her with family affection: "Aren't you afraid that he will have bad feelings for you when he finds out? I am also his wife. According to Zuo Chen's personality, he may Feeling cold for you, don't you care?"

The old lady looked down at her who was tied up, and her upper body leaned forward slightly, "I don't want to see this kind of situation, but as long as I can save him, even if it is, I don't care, what about you? You don't want to save him? Or Said that you are willing to watch him die like that?"

Mentioning the word she was least willing to imagine, the old lady's voice trembled a little.

As long as her grandson can live healthy and healthy, nothing else matters.

Song Qingran had nothing to say for a moment, the old lady's attitude was really resolute, it was like nothing.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a word, she just lowered her head slightly.

In all fairness, she didn't want to, let alone see it.

But... she was going to die.

Song Qingran didn't say a word, the rope on her wrist hurt her hand, the master was at her side, every move of her was under her nose, not to mention, there was nothing around her that could tear the rope.

The setting sun in the sky gradually slanted to the west, and the clouds in the sky slowly slanted in after the afterglow of the setting sun, and one of them happened to fall on her face.

The master has already started practicing the Dharma.

Song Qingran glanced at the weird things on the table in the middle, and lowered his eyelids.

It seems... there is really no escape.

She closed her eyes in resignation, and suddenly thought of that handsome and stern face in her mind, and she wanted to know what kind of expression he would have when he knew about it.

Will... be sad?

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The car on the side of the road had been parked for almost half an hour, Zuo Chen thought about many possibilities, every second was like stabbing him with a knife, but there was nothing he could do.

Eagerness is exhausting.

The transaction information of Song Qingran's driver, Shen Lun, was specially encrypted, and even Zuo Chen couldn't easily decipher it in a short period of time.

The other party seemed to be doing it on purpose, maybe it was just delaying time.

I don't know what the other party's purpose is. If it is him, there is no news about it now.

Finally, after No.308 minutes of torment, a message popped up on the cell phone of the man sitting behind.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zuo Chen sent the location to He Zhou and the driver, suppressing the strangeness in his heart, "Hurry up."

After a cursory glance, he immediately started the car. The driver stepped on the accelerator and said, "Okay, sit down."

It was about an hour's journey, but was abruptly shortened to 20 minutes by the driver.

Looking at the three small dots in the distance, gradually turning into three people due to the shortening distance, Zuo Chen's eyebrows twitched, the car hadn't stopped, and the man behind the car had already jumped out of the car.

He Zhou hurriedly followed.

On the grass, the master took a container to fill a bottle full of blood. The bright red blood contrasted sharply with her pale face.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Zuo Chen made a sudden noise, causing the master's hands to tremble in fright, some blood spilled from the unsealed bottle and fell on the grass, which was particularly eye-catching.

Before he could recover, a figure flashed in front of his eyes, and he walked quickly in the direction of the person behind him.

The sudden change made everyone present stunned. The old grandmother stood up, frowning tightly, and immediately stepped forward to stop him

He said sharply: "Chen'er, what are you going to do! You will succeed soon, no one can take her away today!"

Zuo Chen narrowed his eyes imperceptibly, looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, and suddenly smiled.

At this moment, all the questions in my mind had answers.

No wonder Shen Lun would choose to betray, and no wonder, she was the only one who could easily take away people under his nose and block him everywhere, delaying time again and again.

Shen Lun was brought out by the old lady, apart from Zuo Chen, only the old lady can order him.

Zuo Chen guessed everyone, except the old lady.

His own grandmother.

"Grandma, it's over."

His voice was low, with obvious warning.

The old lady saw him still wanting to move forward, and was anxious for a moment, grabbed his arm and tried to pull him out of the circle: "It's almost over, come here quickly, don't interrupt Master !"

Zuo Chen dropped his eyes on the arm she was holding, and brushed it down calmly, ignoring her words, and walked past the monk in two steps at a time.

Anxiety was mixed in the familiar voice, and Song Qingran, who was lying on the ground, was a little cloudy in consciousness. After struggling to open his eyes, he fell into a pair of dark eyes that couldn't see to the bottom.

Suddenly I felt at ease.

"You came."

Her voice was weak, like the sound of mosquitoes, her eyes were half closed and she leaned against him following his movements.

Even though he was low, Zuo Chen could still hear clearly. He brushed the loose hair from her face to the side of her ears, looked down at her, "I'm sorry, I'm late, don't sleep, I'll take you away."

There was visibly trembling in the voice.

Song Qingran really wanted to tell him it was okay, but he opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Twitching the corner of his mouth with difficulty, the next second, the scene in front of him began to erratic, his consciousness was swallowed by the huge darkness, and he lost consciousness.

Zuo Chen personally came to lead the people, and if the ceremony was interrupted, it meant that all previous efforts were wasted. The monk frowned and walked up to the old grandmother, "What should I do?"

The old lady watched her grandson get into the car with someone in his arms, and sighed. Zuo Chen was stubborn. Even she was not sure about this incident, maybe even she would hate him now.

"Leave this matter to me, and please delay the master for a little time."

After speaking, he got into the car with He Zhou.

Zuo Chen didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately sent him to the hospital in the city center. Song Qingran lost a lot of blood and didn't wake up until the hospital.

People entered the operating room, Zuo Chen, the old lady, He Zhou and others stood outside and waited.

Zuo Chen leaned against the wall, his tone was low, his eyes fixed on the ground.

However, his face was expressionless, making it hard to guess.

"Why do you still have to do it?"

The old lady did not give up, looking at her increasingly thin grandson, she felt distressed in her heart, but she said very forcefully: "I know that I am sorry for Qingran, but I can't stop this matter, even if you blame me , everything is fine."

Zuo Chen raised his head, without blinking, he clenched his right hand by his side, "That's a life, it's your granddaughter-in-law!"

"I just know that I just want my grandson to live well, and that's the only choice I have."

If she had any other choice, she would definitely not trade one side for one life, such a selfish way.

Zuo Chen took a few steps forward, stood still in front of her, and said lightly: "Then if I say that I won't live alone without her?"

The old lady raised her head suddenly, her eyes were full of disbelief, "What did you say? Say it again!"

Zuo Chen looked away and stopped looking at her, as if extremely disappointed, and said to He Zhou who was also a little shocked: "From today on, without my permission, grandma can no longer step out of the old house, no matter what I will tell you all the requirements, and you will prepare."

He Zhou raised his head and glanced at the old lady, "Yes."

The old lady's eyes were full of disbelief, and she suddenly raised her voice: "You want to restrain me! For a woman?"

Zuo Chen still didn't move, and said lightly: "I just take care of your and her safety, nothing else."

After losing, he told He Zhou beside him, "It's getting late, take grandma back."

There was no room for discussion in his tone.

After He Zhou sent the person away, the emergency room fell into silence again, as quiet as if a needle could be heard.

He didn't dare to think about what she would do if she went one step later.

What should he do.

That heart couldn't calm down.

The red light in the emergency room was still on, like his heart, which was hard to settle down for a long time.