After a hidden marriage with the president

Before Song Qingran was completely surprised, the closed door was suddenly opened.

The person who came in was wrapped tightly in a black and loose robe, Song Qingran couldn't see anything, only felt that the person coming was very strange and frightening, she took a step back subconsciously.

"Don't be afraid, little girl."

The voice was a bit old, but the hands in the cuffs were as white as a young man.

Song Qingran was not compensated by the comforting voice, standing in front of the mirror, her voice trembled a little.

"who are you?"

"Dark wizard." The man said concisely without any further explanation.

Song Qingran frowned, "Why did you arrest me here?"

The black wizard let out a sneer from under the hat, "Little girl, knowing too much is not good for you."

After speaking, he took out a needle tube from his wide cuff.

Song Qingran's pupils dilated instantly, "What do you want to do?"

"Don't be afraid, I just draw a little blood, you'd better not try to resist, it will hurt."

Song Qingran's legs gave way, and she just fell down on a chair beside her. Looking at the sharp needle point, she was afraid, but she really didn't hide.

The needle tube is very small, if she doesn't resist being drawn a little blood, it's fine, but if she resists, it's not necessarily so.

So Song Qingran sat there without moving, the black wizard rolled up her sleeves, found a blood vessel on her thin white arm and tied it in the morning.

Song Qingran turned his eyes away, and waited until the black wizard finished smoking and left her before looking over, it was already fine.

Song Qingran went to the door and pulled it, but it was locked.

She returned to the person beside the bed a little dejectedly, staring out the window blankly.

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The black wizard went to his laboratory with the freshly drawn blood, stayed there for nearly half an hour, and ran out excitedly with the test sheet.

"Master! I found it! I found it!"

"This little girl's blood is really different from ordinary people's!" Heiwu said that one hand was the test sheet, and the other hand was Song Qingran's blood.

The man took the test sheet and glanced at it, the corner of his mouth curled up.

"You have to be careful and don't act rashly. That Zuo Chen is not easy to mess with. We will be the ones who will suffer when he recovers in a few days." The man reminded aloud.

The black wizard put away the test sheet and nodded, "Don't worry, I will act carefully."

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Song Qingran was alone in the room with nothing to do, she glanced out the window, it was pitch black and she couldn't see anything clearly.

"Drip-"

Suddenly there were two sounds from her ears, Song Qingran was startled, and suddenly remembered that she still had the earrings Zuo Chen gave her, she felt a little joy, she stretched out her hands to touch her two ears, only to find that one was missing, but there was still Well, the other one is still there.

"Qingran, can you hear it? Answer if you hear it." The voice of the program came from the ear.

Song Qingran quickly replied: "I can hear it."

"That's good, that's good, I'm scared to death!" Program gasped, "You don't know, you disappeared suddenly, your Mr. Zuo almost beat me to death..."

Then there was a sudden hissing of electric current, which almost deafened Song Qingran's ears.

Song Qingran was dumbfounded by his words, and at the same time, a strange feeling came out.

Zuo Chen must have been terrified, and he would definitely blame her for being disobedient.

"Qingran, the signal on your side is not very good. Are you okay?" Program's concerned voice came again.

Song Qingran also knew that the signal on her side was not very good, and she didn't know when the signal would be cut off suddenly, so she could only say everything that needed to be said while there was still some signal.

"Brother Xu, I'm fine. I found that the wishing pool and here are connected by a mirror. As for the transmission medium, I don't know what it is, and there is a big, big space here, and there is a black wizard who claims to be I don’t know the rest, so don’t worry about me.”

After a long time since the program answered, Song Qingran asked softly, "Brother Xu, did you hear that?"

"Well, I heard you."

"..." Song Qingran was taken aback, it was Zuo Chen's voice.

When did the earphones come into his hands?
Zuo Chen's throat was a little dry, "The signal over there is not very good, and I can't find your location for the time being. Promise me that I must protect myself, and I will definitely rescue you until I find you."

Hearing these words, Song Qingran was satisfied, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

As soon as the voice fell, there was another burst of electric current in the earphones, and then there was no movement at all.

Song Qingran's life here is really boring, except for that dark thing who comes to draw blood every day and doesn't allow her to leave the house, she actually has a pretty good life here.

Every day, people come to deliver food to her, and the food tastes good.

But the person who brought her food should have been given some kind of ban, and no one who talked to her was willing to talk to her.

Song Qingran had blood drawn for five days in a row. Although she didn't draw much every day, the amount added up. On the fifth day, she had already started to feel dizzy, and she felt as if she was stepping on cotton when she walked.

The door was opened, and the dark wizard who had met once today appeared in front of her again.

Song Qingran was a little surprised, this person usually wouldn't appear in front of her twice a day!

"Miss Song, Master is here to invite you." The black wizard said in a respectful tone.

Song Qingran raised his eyebrows. Although he knew that he might not answer, he still asked, "Who are you talking about as the master?"

"Miss Song will find out when you come with me."

"..." Song Qingran had no choice but to follow him.

Passing through a long dark corridor, Song Qingran entered a wide hall. The room was dimly lit, and the dark wizard retreated without knowing when, and a figure on the high platform turned his back to her.

After pausing for a long time, the man turned around slowly, Song Qingran only saw a half silver mask on his face, and there seemed to be a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Song Qingran was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this person to be so vigilant and even wear a mask.

"who are you?"

"Ha." The man chuckled, walked towards her, finally stood in front of her, glanced at her, and suddenly grinned, "Miss Song and your mother look quite alike."

Song Qingran was taken aback, "You know my mother?"

"Yes, I know her, you and your mother are really similar."

Song Qingran asked curiously how he met his mother, but the man was unwilling to say any more.

With his hands behind his back, the man suddenly said, "You and Zuo Chen are married, aren't you?"

Song Qingran was shocked again, "How did you know?" The two of them simply received a certificate, and no one informed them. How did they know this person had never met.

The man chuckled, "You don't need to worry about how I know, I just want to tell you something."

Song Qingran felt that it was not a good thing to say, but she still asked curiously: "What is it? Say it."

"Stay away from him." The man's tone was low and mellow, and he turned around suddenly, looking directly at Song Qingran.

She was startled and took a few steps back, her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

She collected herself and asked coldly, "What do you mean?"

"Little girl, I'm doing it for your own good. You know that Zuo Chen is sick, but do you know the specifics of his illness?"

"..." This question got to the point, Song Qingran really didn't know at all.

She only knew that Zuo Chen's illness was cursed by someone, but she didn't know how, why, or even how to cure it. Zuo Chen never said it, maybe even he himself didn't know.

Song Qingran blinked, his eyes gradually lost focus.

She asked, "Then...you know?"

"Haha. Little girl, don't try to trick me, I'll tell you what I need to tell you. Zuo Chen's illness was cursed by someone, a curse cast by a senior black wizard at the cost of his own life, he is destined not to survive At the age of 30, even if you get away with it, you are almost useless, and I let you leave him for the rest of your life."

Song Qingran was dumb, her throat was a little dry, her tears were so desperate that she wanted to jump out, she held back her forcefully, gritted her teeth and said, "Then, don't I have to thank you? I don't want it, even I, a woman, won't accept my fate easily, I I believe Zuo Chen will not, no matter whether he can survive or not, I will not leave him easily..."

She repeated the last sentence several times as if to comfort herself.

The man stared at her for a while, then shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Forget it, you're disobedient, just don't regret it in the future."

Song Qingran shook his head stubbornly, expressing that he would never regret it, and then began to feel dizzy.

It was only then that she remembered that she had such a situation after the blood was drawn today. From time to time, her eyes turned black and her legs felt weak.

"I see you are not feeling well today, go back and rest first." After speaking, the man changed direction and left.

Song Qingran covered her head and returned to her room the same way.

Although her head swelled and the pain became more and more severe, she couldn't help but think of what the man said.

——He won't live past the age of 30, and even if he survives by luck, he's almost useless.

Song Qingran couldn't imagine what the crippled Zuo Chen would be like.

Such an excellent person should stand on the stage of life to shine, why would he fall in the middle, that is... what a pity.

Song Qingran was sure that he had lost a lot of blood in the past few days, and the moment he touched the big bed, he couldn't help but collapsed, closed his eyes, and passed out completely.

At the same time, the moment Song Qingran just left his room on Zuo Chen's side, the signal value reached full bar, the program seized the time to locate, and started to act after determining the specific location.

When Zuo Chen kicked open the door of Song Qingran's room, only she fell on the bed with a pale face, with a thin layer of sweat on her face.

Zuo Chen asked the program to take someone to search the castle carefully, not to miss anything, and carried Song Qingran to the hospital by himself.

Song Qingran woke up again, with the smell of disinfectant lingering in her nose, she knew she was in the hospital.

When she opened her eyes, Zuo Chen's handsome face appeared in front of her eyes.

For some unknown reason, Song Qingran suddenly felt a little wronged, and regardless of the hand that was holding the needle, she directly reached out to him for a hug.

Zuo Chen was shocked, as if he had never seen Song Qingran like this before, he was at a loss for a while, but Yi Xun instinctively responded to her.

Fearing that something would happen to her hand with the needle stuck, he pressed that hand down without letting her move.

"Mrs. Zuo, are you scared? Look, I told you I wouldn't let you go, you are disobedient." Zuo Chen's voice was gentle, without the slightest sign of blame. child.

Song Qingran had a sore nose, and the tears that had been suppressed with great difficulty almost flowed out again.

She sniffed, "No, I'm so brave!"

"What's the matter?"

"When you found me, was there anyone else?" Song Qingran asked without answering.

Zuo Chen shook his head, "No, we might go one step too late, and you will be the only one left when we arrive."

Song Qingran was aggrieved again, "That dark-haired person, he drew a lot of blood from me." She rolled up her sleeves, there were several bruises on her slender arms, and upon closer inspection, there were still some small pinholes.

Zuo Chen narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous aura, "No wonder the doctor said that you fainted because of excessive blood loss."

Song Qingran put down his sleeves, and belatedly realized that he... seemed to be a bit over the top.

She touched her nose and didn't bother with the question any more.

She told Zuo Chen about the conversation with that "master", without any concealment.

The latter didn't react much after listening, but just patted Song Qingran's head and asked, "Do you believe it?"

Song Qingran bit her lip and shook her head, "I don't want to believe it."

It's not wanting to believe, not disbelief.