The Hidden Married Wife of a Paranoid Boss

The whole person was so weak that he could only rest on the sofa in the end.

Seeing Qiu Moxi's skin turn slightly red, Song Chaoyang knew it all at once.

Leaning on the sofa, looking at Qiu Moxi's wine glass on the table, she smiled slightly.

Long before she came, while sending the secretary out to get the wine, Song Zhaoyang quietly wiped some potion on the inside of the cup.

The potion is colorless and tasteless, but it will immediately take effect when it encounters high-concentration wine.

Because it is mixed with wine, even people with sensitive tastes can't pay it off.

There was a reaction soon, Qiu Moxi was drowsy and always felt dry in his throat.

Song Zhaoyang intentionally blew the wind in her ear softly.

Qiu Moxi suddenly felt as if something electrified her body, from beginning to end.

Vague consciousness, suddenly sober for a moment.

She suddenly turned her head to look at Song Zhaoyang, her eyes widened.

Song Zhaoyang was smiling slightly at him, and said pleasantly, "What's wrong? Is there something uncomfortable?"

She hesitated for a long time before shaking her head.

He put his arm on Qiu Moxi's shoulder, and said: "Actually, the two of us can become friends, for example, the kind of friends in the mall who are relatively close, and we have money to make money and have fun together." .”

The heat of the body has made Qiu Moxi not know how to answer, she just nodded silently.

Song Zhaoyang smiled slightly, shifted his hand to her chin, and squeezed it lightly.

"Actually, you are really an attractive woman. You know, there are really not many who can catch my eye at first sight."

After saying this, his hands began to be dishonest on Qiu Moxi's body.

His body was limp, as if he was lying on the surface of the sea, and his limbs were completely useless.

Moreover, Song Zhaoyang didn't even feel anything when his hand fell on him.

I just feel so tired and want to sleep.

With her eyes not fully closed, Qiu Moxi could still see Song Zhaoyang's face rubbing against her body, and she was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

In the end, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push Song Chaoyang at all.

But there was obviously a fire on her body, and she was so anxious that she didn't know what to do.

Her mouth was slightly opened, and she breathed heavily for a long time without saying a word.

All he knew was that Song Chaoyang was even more presumptuous on himself.

She suddenly understood that Song Zhaoyang used a new phone number to lure her here just to do this kind of thing to herself, not the cooperation he said.

Suddenly feeling angry and humiliated, Qiu Moxi began to beat him desperately.

She relied on her consciousness to move her limbs, and finally only heard the sound of glass shattering, and Qiu Moxi fell to the floor in response.

After struggling a few more times, she suddenly felt a pain in her hand.

It was only when Song Zhaoyang carried her back to the sofa that she realized that what she was holding tightly in her hand was a small shard of glass.

Without time to think about it, Qiu Moxi just wanted to get out of here quickly.

Putting it away and falling, his left arm was already bleeding.

Seeing this scene, Song Chaoyang froze for a moment, and quickly picked up the napkin on the table and covered it for her.

Unexpectedly, the scratch was too deep and too long, and the paper towel couldn't stop the bleeding from her wound at all.

"You're crazy!" Song Zhaoyang suddenly became angry, and grabbed more tissues to cover her wound: "You don't have to do this if you want to die!"

He didn't look like he was just sleazy at all.

While pressing the wound for her, a bean of sweat suddenly fell from Song Chaoyang's forehead.

Feeling the pain, Qiu Moxi immediately felt it, and desperately tore at Song Chaoyang's body.

Song Chaoyang wanted to keep Qiu Moxi from struggling, so as not to deepen the wound or get infected by something.

He fixed Qiu Moxi with one hand, preventing her from moving.

Shen Yihan, who ran to the villa after her, heard the sound of struggling breaking in from inside, and when the image of Song Chaoyang pressing on Qiu Moxi was printed in his mind, he didn't know anything.

All he knew was that he was like a lunatic, a lunatic who had gone crazy, rushed up and grabbed Song Chaoyang, and it was just a hard punch.

Then he hugged Qiu Moxi in his arms, the sofa was already covered with blood, after checking where the bleeding was, Shen Yihan rushed to Song Chaoyang's side and beat him violently.

"You mad dog! You even dare to touch my woman! You're probably impatient!!"

Song Zhaoyang had never been beaten like this before, his whole head was in a daze, and he finally fell on the floor.

He watched helplessly as Qiu Moxi was carried out by Shen Yihan who rushed over.

He frowned deeply, his headache was splitting and he felt very uncomfortable, and when he fell on the floor, he was full of thoughts.

"Send it to the hospital, send it to the hospital quickly."

When the secretary heard voices coming in from the outside, he found blood on the sofa and Song Chaoyang lying on the floor.

Hastily rushed over and shouted twice: "Mr. Song! Mr. Song!!"

No one responded, and he hurriedly sent Song Chaoyang to the car.

It was originally two people discussing business, but the secretary didn't know how the business ended up like this.

Looking at the blood stains on the sofa, he was surprised and scared.

It was as if something had suddenly been seen through.

Shen Yihan on the other side did the same, carried Qiu Moxi into the car, and took a first aid kit from the car.

Yunjia Nanbaiyao, who had managed to stop the bleeding, treated the wound briefly, then wrapped her arm with cotton gauze and bandages.

However, the wound stopped bleeding very quickly, and within 10 minutes, Qiu Moxi's wound was stopped bleeding.

Only then did Shen Yihan let out a long sigh of relief.

As for Qiu Moxi, she was lying unconscious on the co-pilot's seat.

Seeing her drowsy, blushing cheeks, she reprimanded angrily: "You too, what are you doing in this kind of place alone? Don't you think there are not enough things? How can I rest assured that you are like this?" and Sissy."

Although he complained on his mouth, he was always worried in his heart.

Knife Mouth Tofu Heart is talking about Shen Yihan.

Now it shouldn't be possible to say that it's a knife-mouthed bean curd heart. Seeing this kind of situation, any man will be nervous, right?
After all, there was such a long wound on his arm. When he first entered the villa, he looked like he was bleeding profusely and the floor was bright red.

It is indeed shocking.

After the wound was treated, Shen Yihan closed the car door and prepared to take Qiu Moxi back.

The car quickly drove out of the villa area, Shen Yihan looked towards the place where Qiu Moxi lived.

The journey back is not very far, just a few traffic lights, and it's not a rush hour.

So soon the distance is half gone.

However, Qiu Moxi, who was lying in the co-pilot, became restless instead.

She leaned on the co-pilot's armchair, staring intently at Shen Yihan in front of her.

It's still as cold as it used to be, but for some reason, all I can think about is their ups and downs.