After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Enduring the pain in her ankle, Shen Yanhe just walked to the corner of the stairs leading to the lounge, and was about to take off her high heels for a check while there was no one around.

But at this moment, there was a muffled sound from above, like the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

With a glint in her eyes, she took off the high heels that were getting in the way, hid in the fire hydrant next to her, and strode up with her skirt in her hands.

When she ran to the lounge, she found that the door of the lounge was open, and the things inside were very messy. There was a strong and disgusting smell of alcohol, accompanied by the sound of struggling for help.

"No! Help!"

Shen Yanhe's pupils shrank suddenly, and she picked up the vase with fake flowers at the door and walked in directly. She saw Song Shiwei in disheveled clothes and was forced into a corner by a fat man with big ears and a large bunch of keys hanging around his waist.

She was holding a fruit knife in her hand, and besides being panicked, her pretty face was full of ruthlessness: "Don't come here! Come here again! I'll just stab it!"

The man was drunk, with a lewd smile on his face, he didn't pay attention to the knife in Song Shiwei's hand at all, and he was unfastening his belt: "Little beauty is quite hot, but it's okay, brother loves you Take a bite of spicy food, wait, brother will take you to heaven right now."

Seeing this scene, Shen Yanhe's brain buzzed, without further ado, she went straight forward with the vase in her hand, aimed at the back of the man's head and slammed it down.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the vase smashed on the man's head instantly shattered. The man rolled his eyes and fell directly to the ground, unconscious.

Song Shiwei saw the man fell to the ground, and then she relaxed her tense body, and sat on the ground directly against the wall, holding the handle of the fruit knife firmly in her hand, looking at Shen Yanhe with tears in her eyes: "Xiao Hemiao ..."

With bare feet, Shen Yanhe stepped on the broken tiles and hugged her, her slender hands trembling slightly, and gently patted her on the back: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here."

This time, she arrived just in time.

Song Shiwei let go of the knife in his hand, hugged Shen Yanhe back, and hugged her extremely tightly.

After a while.

Shen Yanhe let go of Song Shiwei, who was still in shock, and asked her with a frown: "What's going on? Why did a man suddenly come in in the lounge?"

Song Shiwei shook her head: "I don't know, I was changing clothes, but he suddenly broke in and hugged me..."

The moment she was hugged, she immediately thought of the disgusting sticky feeling when the inmates ran to her bed in the middle of the night and touched her body in the middle of the night, and her body froze instantly. Missed the time to escape.

She was not as strong as a drunk man, and after a few resistances, she was forced into a corner by him.

If Shen Yanhe hadn't appeared in time, she would have directly stabbed this man.

A cold light flashed in Shen Yanhe's eyes, and Fu Yu's face flashed in his mind.

I'm afraid this matter has something to do with Fu Yu.

She realized that Fu Yu might still have a backup, and she couldn't stay in this room for long.

"Can you stand up?" Shen Yanhe looked at her calmly: "I will take you out of this room first, and then I will ask Qi Yunqian for an explanation."

With Shen Yanhe around, Song Shiwei's mood calmed down a lot, and the sticky feeling like maggots attached to the bone in the memory also dissipated a lot.

As soon as she stood up, when she lowered her eyes, she saw Shen Yanhe standing barefoot on the shattered tiles. The soles of her white and tender feet were already blood-colored, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she exclaimed: "Xiao Hemiao, you feet!"

"You, why did you come up with bare feet? You stepped on the tiles directly! Don't you hurt you?" Song Shiwei was anxious, and she was about to hug her up.

Shen Yanhe gently pushed her: "It's okay, it's just a small injury, it doesn't hurt, let's get out of here first."

Pain is also good.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, she always felt a surge of heat in her body, and the pain in her feet kept her awake.

"Where is the minor injury! You are so injured that you are going to have a tetanus!"

"Don't move around, sit on the bed first, and I'll find you some slippers to put on." Song Shiwei said as she was about to walk past her.

Shen Yanhe fanned the wind with his hands, dispelling the heat on his face, took Song Shiwei's hand, and said, "Leave here first."

Then he dragged her to the door. Before walking, Shen Yanhe kicked the tiles stained with her blood under the bed, and rubbed the blood from the soles of her feet on the dark carpet to erase his own traces.

When the two arrived at the door, they found that the lounge door that had been open when she came in had been closed.

Not just close.

Shen Yanhe's eyes were deep, she stretched out her hand to grab the doorknob and twisted it, but the door didn't move at all.

It was also locked from the outside, and the people inside could not open it.

Song Shiwei's complexion changed slightly. No matter how confused her head was, she came back to her senses after the continuous stimulation.

This is obviously a game against her.

It's just that Xiao Hemiao was forced to end up with her in order to save her.

At the same time, a burst of noisy voices suddenly came from the corridor outside the lounge, as if a group of people were about to approach the room.

Fu Yu's follower is here.

"You can't stay here." Shen Yanhe endured the dense and abnormal hotness in his body, narrowed his eyes, turned around decisively and walked towards the balcony of the lounge.

There is a wide distance between the balcony of this lounge and the balcony of the opposite lounge. If you want to pass, you have to jump.

"I'll jump over to pick you up first." Shen Yanhe didn't pay attention to the width, measured it a little, then lightly jumped onto the balcony railing, stepped on the railing, and landed like a butterfly.

He didn't take the injury on his foot to heart at all.

If it wasn't for the shallow bloody footprints left on the places she stepped on, Song Shiwei would have thought she was not injured at all.

Shen Yanhe leaned on the railing of the opposite balcony, and stretched out her hand in the direction of Song Shiwei: "Come here."

Song Shiwei took a deep breath, lowered her head and quickly wiped away the bloody footprints left by Shen Yanhe with her feet, barely climbed up the balcony railing, and jumped directly in Shen Yanhe's direction with her eyes closed.

Shen Yanhe grabbed her hands in time, pulled her up, and then the two of them pushed open the sliding door of the balcony and hid in another lounge.

As soon as they hid in, the door of that lounge was opened from the outside.

Fu Yu's sharp, extremely excited voice came: "Auntie! I really saw it! I saw Sister Shiwei hugging a man...!"

When she saw that there was no one Song Shiwei in the messy lounge except for a man lying on the ground whose life and death were unknown, she lost her voice for an instant.

What about Song Shiwei?

Where did Song Shiwei go?

The guests who followed Fu Yu to see the excitement, and Mrs. Qi with a livid face came over, and they were shocked when they saw the man lying on the ground in the room.

"Oh! There is really a man here?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, at the engagement banquet, the woman had sex with other men in the room? The Qi family is ashamed!"

"No, what about the woman? This is the only man in this room, and it doesn't look like he's been fornicating."

Mrs. Qi's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot when she heard the guests' discussion, she looked at Fu Yu with great displeasure and asked, "Didn't you say that you saw Song Shiwei hugging a man in? Where is Song Shiwei?"

Fu Yu panicked: "I...I..."

Before she had time to say anything, a group of new media suddenly rushed up, excitedly snapping shots at the lounge.

Mrs. Qi was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, she screamed: "Who allowed you to come up? Get out! Get out!"

Fu Yu was also confused.

Who called these media?She didn't call up at all! !

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At the same time, Fu Yanhe, who had just hung up the phone, heard the five faces behind him say solemnly: "Master, something happened."