Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

"Come here! Song Qianxi has run away!"

"Come on, come on—"

In the pouring rain, Song Qianxi ran out of Duanmu's villa with injuries all over his body. His clothes were soaked by the heavy rain, and his long hair was wetly stuck to his delicate face.

A pair of clear and beautiful apricot eyes filled with panic.

A group of bodyguards in black chased them out.

"Stop! Don't run—"

After being under house arrest for a week, eating only one bad meal a day, and not running far, Song Qianxi obviously felt exhausted.

But when she thought about the consequences of being caught back, she gritted her teeth and persisted, ran as hard as she could, and rushed to the broad street.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his shoulder, and his hands were cut behind his back and he fell to the ground.

The head was held down, and the white and delicate skin rubbed against the ground, making it painful to shave.

She struggled unwillingly, "Let me go!"

The leading bodyguard slapped Song Qianxi on the back of the head, cursing, "Let you go and let you continue running? Bah, stop dreaming! Take it back!"

Just at this moment, a black car sped towards me, like a beast dormant in the dark night, with two dazzling headlights on...

Song Qianxi had a plan in mind, broke free desperately, and rushed to the street.

"what--"

"呲-"

A scream, a sudden brake, cut through the heavy rain.

There was a dead silence all around, only the sound of rain remained.

In the black car, the handsome man with his eyes closed and rested opened his eyes, and his eyes swept out of the car with a gloomy chill.

The temperature inside the car dropped suddenly, the driver shivered, and stammered: "Young...Master, there was...a car accident. These people are too bold, they dare to touch porcelain in such heavy rain."

Touching porcelain... hitting someone to death... don't blame him, right?

"Get out of the car and have a look."

The man's low-mellow voice was cold and harsh, full of impatience.

The driver and assistant Tianlin got out of the car under umbrellas, ignored a group of men outside the car, and walked to the front.

However, in the heavy rain, they did not find the woman who was hit.

Just when they were feeling very strange, a small white hand suddenly stretched out from under the car. In the stormy night, everyone was startled by that hand.

The distraught woman crawled out from under the car, opened the unlocked door, and climbed into the car with difficulty, "Help...help me..."

The man sitting in the back seat only felt a gust of cool wind blowing. Amid the thunder and lightning, a woman with disheveled hair rushed over, and even though he was not surprised, he trembled slightly.

The woman's face was pale, with a bruise on her forehead, and a few bloodstains on her right cheek.

Seeing this, the bodyguard stepped forward and grabbed the woman's ankle to try to drag her out of the car. Almost reflexively, Song Qianxi grabbed the man's trouser leg, as if pulling a life-saving straw.

"Sir, save me! Please help me!"

"Excuse me sir, our lady is out of her mind."

"Bah, you're the one with a bad brain! Your whole family is all bad brains!"

Song Qianxi raised her free foot and kicked the bodyguard in the face.

The bodyguard lowered his face, grabbed her other ankle, and dragged her hands.

Just when Song Qianxi couldn't bear it any longer, she begged again: "Please...help me...help me!"

The man lowered his head to see clearly the girl's fresh and refined little face under the messy long hair, and a pair of clear eyes without any impurities like stars, looking at him anxiously and full of hope.

The man's heart froze, it was her!

Song Qianxi was dragged out of the car, and the man clearly saw that the light in her eyes dimmed, replaced by restlessness and bewilderment, she reached out her hand and wanted to ask for help...