Ye Xinqi cried so desperately, so heartbroken!

Big tears gushed out of her eyes...

"What are you still doing in a daze, knock her out quickly..."

Song Bowen, who was disturbed again, yelled at the two subordinates impatiently.

After the two subordinates received the order, they immediately aimed at the back of Ye Xinqi's head without hesitation and gave it a hard blow.

After a burst of severe pain, Ye Xinqi's eyes immediately went dark, and she leaned softly against the tree.

Seeing the woman he loves knocked out by those two bastards, Song Yifeng was so angry that he wanted to stand up immediately and fight Song Bowen.

However, his whole body is weak now, and he can't exert any strength at all.

The cold pistol hit Song Yifeng's temple again, and Song Bowen laughed loudly.

"boom……"

After a dull gunshot.

Song Yifeng's body trembled unconsciously, he thought he had been shot.

But who knows, Song Bowen's painful wailing suddenly sounded in his ears...

At this moment, Song Yifeng saw that Song Bowen was kneeling on the ground with a face full of pain, and his calf was still gurgling with bright red blood.

Then I saw Song Bowen's two subordinates preparing to flee in panic, but they were kicked down in the grass by the people chasing after them.

And the pistol in Song Bowen's hand just now fell on the grass not far away because of a fall.

At the same time, several people quickly rushed to Song Yifeng.

Isn't the man in black who rushed to the front exactly Zhou Yang?

Zhou Yang rushed forward and quickly helped Song Yifeng up, asking nervously.

"President, are you okay now? The subordinate will send someone to take you and Miss Ye to the hospital immediately!"

"Zhou Yang, I'm fine...Thank you for coming in time!" Song Yifeng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead vigorously, and said happily.

And Song Bowen, who was lying on the ground, also knew that he was doomed this time, but he still didn't give up. He still wanted to try to make the last resistance, so he fell on the ground with difficulty to pick up the pistol...

But his sneaky movements were discovered by one of Song Yifeng's subordinates, who immediately stepped forward and stepped hard on Song Bowen's wrist.

"Ah...it hurts to death, let go of your feet quickly..." Song Bowen's screams like killing a pig sounded in the woods.

Then, Zhou Yang and his team rushed Song Yifeng and Ye Xinqi to the hospital as quickly as possible.

When Ye Xinqi woke up again, it was already the next morning, and she was lying in the hospital ward.

Ye Xinqi immediately sat up from the bed, feeling her head still hurting.

What about that man, how is he doing now?

But now there is no Song Yifeng in the ward, only a maid from the Song family is dozing beside the bed.

"Where's Mr. Song? Is he okay?" Ye Xinqi looked around, but she didn't see Song Yifeng.

At this second, she panicked, she remembered that Song Yifeng seemed to be injured yesterday, and his arm was bleeding a lot...

God, what happened to him after that?

"Miss Ye, don't worry! Mr. Song is resting in the next ward right now! Eat something first, and you can go see him in a while!"

The maid rubbed her sleepy eyes and explained to Ye Xinqi respectfully.

Ye Xinqi nodded, she looked up at the wall clock on the wall, it was only past seven o'clock in the morning.

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