Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

After getting along for a long time, Chu Muhan can see through Song Qianxi's thoughts with just one glance.

He turned sideways, patted her back with one hand, and comforted her: "It's useful, but I forgot to apply it. You can remember it for me in the future."

Song Qianxi leaned into his arms and nodded, whispering hoarsely: "Well, keep painting."

The scars are so obvious that anyone with eyesight can tell they are gun scars at a glance.

With Chu Muhan around, Song Qianxi was able to let go of all her guard, relax her body and mind, and soon fell asleep.

In fact, after returning, Chu Muhan never left with Song Qianxi every night. He only left at dawn, so that Song Qianxi thought that Chu Muhan left after she fell asleep.

"Buzz~~"

The mobile phone placed on the bedside table vibrated. Chu Muhan immediately stretched out his long arms, picked up the mobile phone, and looked at the person in his arms. He frowned slightly and did not intend to wake up. He heaved a sigh of relief and clicked on the message.

The screen of the mobile phone illuminated his face, and the light in his deep eyes was dim.

I couldn't hold back so quickly.

He put down his cell phone, pursed his lips coldly, and carried a somewhat gloomy breath in the dark room.

The person in his arms suddenly groaned twice, his expression changed suddenly, the cold breath no longer existed, replaced by gentleness and doting, like coaxing a child, he patted her back and made a light tune from his mouth.

the next day.

The news that the Chu Group held a general meeting of shareholders hit the headlines of major news in Ancheng.

The reporters rushed to the Chu Group as soon as they received the news.

Sitting in the car, Chu Muhan holding an IPad watched the live broadcast. Crowds of reporters surrounded the gate of the Chu Group, causing great inconvenience to the employees going to work.

Chu Muhan closed the IPad, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes to rest.

Today will be an unforgettable day for Li Zhengzheng.

Suddenly, the car was hit violently. The steering wheel slipped on the fast-moving elevated road and hit the car in front. The car just stopped when it was hit again from behind. Chu Muhan, who was not wearing a seat belt, slammed to the side .

His head hit the car window, making a muffled "boom".

"Bangdang-"

The glass full of water slipped from his hand and shattered to the ground, splashing a piece of water.

Song Qianxi supported her forehead, it was unlucky to break the cup early in the morning.

She took a broom and cleaned it.

"Friends from the audience, the front line brings the latest report. There was a major rear-end accident involving twelve vehicles on the Xialin Road elevated road, causing many injuries and has been sent to the hospital. The traffic has not resumed. Please avoid Xialin Road... ..."

The female anchor's pleasant voice came on the news in the morning. Song Qianxi, who had cleaned up the broken glass, glanced at the TV screen, and was stunned on the spot. One of the cars that rear-ended was a Bentley, which was Chu Muhan's special car.

The Bentley was caught in the middle, and the sedan was badly deformed.

Song Qianxi immediately looked for her mobile phone to call Chu Muhan, but she searched the whole house but couldn't find the mobile phone. After realizing that she dropped it in the women's bathroom of the company yesterday, she hesitated anxiously, her heart was extremely flustered.

Ignoring other things, I picked up the car keys and rushed out of the room to the accident site.

……

"Boss, how are you?"

The car was severely deformed, Tianlin was pressed on the driver's seat and couldn't move, nervously looked at Chu Muhan who was unconscious in the back seat of the car, and kept shouting: "BOSS! Wake up, BOSS!"

Chu Muhan frowned, raised his hand to touch his head, his hand was wet, it was full of bright red blood.

In front of him, his vision was blurred, and Tianlin's voice buzzed in his ears.

"BOSS! How are you? BOSS!"

Tianlin saw that Mu Han's situation was not optimistic, and was anxious like ants on a hot pot.