After a hidden marriage with the president

After hanging up the phone, Hezhou felt a little strange for no reason, but he couldn't say what was so strange.

Song Qingran and Zuo Chen continued their cold war, but because of the awkwardness between the two of them, Zuo Chen either stayed at the company at night, or waited for her to fall asleep before coming back. Anyway, the two of them just didn't meet.

Although Song Qingran was depressed, this could indeed calm him down.

But today seems a little different.

First, He Zhou called her to ask if he knew where Zuo Chen had gone, and showed her the text message Zuo Chen had sent. Before she understood what it meant, Zuo Chen came back.

"What did you do today?" Song Qingran took the initiative to speak out, trying to relieve the cold atmosphere of so many days.

Zuo Chen paused for a while while undressing, and smiled when he turned his head, "I didn't do anything, I went out to meet someone, and then I came back."

Song Qingran was taken aback by his smile, and then a little pleased. Brother Chen was actually not angry with her at all, otherwise he wouldn't have smiled at her, right?

"The text message you sent to He Zhou surprised him." Her tone was also much lighter.

Zuo Chen took off his clothes, sat on the sofa, and explained: "It's okay, I explained it to He Zhou."

"Well," Song Qingran pursed her lips, and then asked cautiously, "Brother Chen, are you not angry with me?"

"Huh?" Zuo Chen clasped his hands together unconsciously, he seemed a little nervous, his face tensed, "Why should I be angry with you?"

"." Song Qingran always felt that he was a little sensitive today, otherwise why would he always feel that something was wrong with Zuo Chen, it seemed that he was too easy to talk to.

But Song Qingran turned her head and thought again, if Zuo Chen was really angry with her, she really didn't know how to coax her.

As it was approaching noon, Song Qingran planned to cook in person today, so as not to let her aunt come over.

Surprisingly, Zuo Chen didn't go to the study to work today, but sat in the living room watching TV.

In fact, it can't be counted as watching, the TV was on, Zuo Chen leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Song Qingran didn't bother him. In the past, Zuo Chen took the initiative to care and greet her, but now he is suddenly so indifferent, is he still angry?
Should not be!

He acted as if nothing had happened.

Song Qingran was full of doubts about going to cook, and just halfway through, she suddenly heard some movement in the living room, she thought it was the program coming - every meal time, the program would come to eat.

She poked her head out of the kitchen to investigate, only to find that Zuo Chen knelt down on the ground at some point, holding his head in pain.

Song Qingran realized that Zuo Chen was ill, and hurried out.

"Brother Chen!" Song Qingran lifted him up and hugged him in his arms.

Zuo Chen's consciousness was chaotic, and when he sensed that someone was coming, he instinctively leaned over to suck blood.

Song Qingran was taken aback, she didn't know Zuo Chen like this at all.

In the past, no matter how uncomfortable Zuo Chen felt, he would not hurt her, what happened this time.

It's not that Song Qingran is unwilling to use her own blood to relieve him, on the contrary, she is very happy.

She had never seen Zuo Chen who jumped at people. Song Qingran was so inattentive that he bit him on the neck. The pain made her instantly clearer, and she pushed him away.

Zuo Chen's eyes were bloodshot red, and the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, making him look very creepy.

He wanted to rush over again, but Song Qingran dodged it all at once, picked up the phone on the table and dialed Program's phone skillfully.

"Procedure, come here quickly! Zuo Chen is sick!" Song Qingran explained concisely.

The program said "Fuck" exit, took the things prepared before, and then quickly went out the door and rushed here.

He didn't let Song Qingran hang up the phone, so now he could clearly hear the chaotic voice on the phone like a battlefield.

Program always thought that the house he rented was not far from Zuo Chen's house, and he never felt such a long distance on weekdays, but today, it seems that the road is a bit long.

Zuo Chen is really strong as a man, and he didn't seem to deliberately control his emotions this time, Song Qingran tried to wake him up but failed, so he could only do his best to avoid him.

The blood on Song Qingran's neck kept flowing out, and the smell of blood stimulated Zuo Chen's brain, forcing him to keep getting closer to the bloodline.

The program entered the password to open the door, and saw Zuo Chen rushing towards him like crazy,

Before he had time to think about it, he pinched the prepared needle directly on his arm.

Zuo Chen seemed to twitch, and then passed out.

"Procedure, what did you do to him?" Song Qingran asked with some doubts.

Program threw away the needle in his hand, "It's nothing, just inject him with a little serum and let him calm down for a while. Your injury, are you okay?"

"It's nothing serious, just bitten by him."

The procedure briefly treated her wound, first disinfecting it with alcohol, and then wrapping the wound with gauze.

Song Qingran helped Zuo Chen to the sofa, with a dignified expression.

The program glanced at the unconscious Zuo Chen, and asked, "What's going on? He hasn't had an illness for a long time, and he hasn't behaved like this before..."

Song Qingran couldn't tell what was going on, she shook her head, "I don't know, maybe... I can't bear it."

Zuo Chen's endurance has always been extraordinary, but no matter what, he is still human, and he may not be able to bear it.

Program patted her on the shoulder, looked at her with admiration, "It's really hard work for you."

The corner of Song Qingran's mouth twitched, and he didn't speak any more.

-

It was already night when Zuo Chen woke up again, his muscles were sore all over his body, especially his arms.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have been given an injection before he passed out.

"Brother Chen, you're awake." A soft voice sounded, and he came back to his senses, but for a moment he didn't realize where it was and who the person in front of him was.

When he saw the gauze on Song Qingran's neck clearly, he narrowed his eyes and felt a little flustered.

Did he get into trouble? !

If she hurt someone, would she become suspicious? !
"I'm sorry." Zuo Chen lowered his head to admit his mistake, his eyes flicked wildly, and he didn't dare to look at Song Qingran at all.

Song Qingran smiled, "Brother Chen, I'm fine, just a little injury, don't blame yourself. I made some porridge, would you like some?"

Zuo Chen froze for a moment, confused by her gentle tone, he boldly took a look at Song Qingran, and found that she didn't seem to be angry, and her speaking attitude was the same as before.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his hand to touch her wound, "I'm really sorry, I...I can't control it." He lowered his head a little annoyed.

"I said it's okay, I know you didn't mean it. Let's eat."

Song Qingran served him a bowl of porridge, Zuo Chen gave her a grateful look, and then drank it slowly.

At this point, the cold war of several days was completely over, and the two returned to their previous state.

But Song Qingran always felt something was wrong.

Zuo Chen didn't show his emotions easily before, and he only felt a little bit of jumping when he was forced by her several times, but now, Song Qingran can see through people at a glance, and the expression on his face seems to be more...

I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

-

The real Zuo Chen had already been taken away by a masked man and locked in the basement of the castle.

He was unconscious when he brought it, and when he opened his eyes, the surroundings were already pitch black, only the blue candle flames danced in the darkness, and he could vaguely see a person standing at the foot of the wall.

"Mr. Zuo, you're finally awake." The man's cold voice echoed in the closed room.

Zuo Chen moved his body, but he was bound without accident.

"What do you mean?" he asked coldly.

The masked man smiled, "Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you."

"Help me?" Zuo Chen repeated, "Thank you, I don't need it."

"No." The masked man came out from the corner and slowly walked to Zuo Chen's side, his face was still half of the silver mask, shining coldly in the darkness, "You can't help but refuse."

Zuo Chen frowned, "You just tied me up like this, aren't you afraid they won't find me and call the police?"

"Of course I'm not afraid." He seemed to have heard a very funny joke, and his expression suddenly became very lively, "Don't worry, Mr. Zuo will take your place, stay in your place, and no one will notice of."

Zuo Chen's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly remembered that before he fell into a coma, he seemed to have indeed seen a person who looked very similar to himself, walking out from behind the curtain...

"What on earth are you trying to do!" His reaction finally got a little fierce.

That double is by Song Qingran's side, what if he wants to do something!
Clearly... Zuo Chen was a little worried.

The man seemed very satisfied with his current state, smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm here to help you, trust me."

After finishing speaking, he put his hands behind his back and paced out.

As soon as the door opened and closed, the man walked out, but another person walked in.

Zuo Chen squinted his eyes, always feeling that the figure in the dark was somewhat familiar, and he didn't see clearly who it was until someone approached.

"Gong Xin?" His voice was a little unbelievable.

Gong Xin knelt down in front of him, her gaze was very gentle, she reached out to hold Zuo Chen's hand, and he was bound, there was no way to avoid it, but the unconcealable disgust in her eyes made Gong Xin's hands tremble.

"Brother Chen, I miss you so much." She said in a low voice.

Zuo Chen turned away in disgust, and asked coldly, "Why are you here?"

"Me?" Gong Xin raised her head, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, "Why am I here, don't you know?"

There was a resentment in that voice, Zuo Chen could hear it, and he didn't want to refute anything, he was too lazy to speak.

Gong Xin held onto his hand relentlessly, "Brother Chen, I don't blame you. I just... miss you."

It's only after leaving Zuo Chen's side that he knows how good he is, even if he doesn't like her, he won't torture her, Gong Xin is really scared now.

Zuo Chen frowned and looked at the person in front of him. She was no longer as domineering as the eldest lady of the Gong family. Now she was thin and out of shape, her face was pale.