Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

Qiao Zhichu opened the door with trembling hands, and when she stepped out, her knees went weak and she fell to her knees on the ground.

She had no idea how scary and creepy she looked now.

His upper body was covered in blood, as well as on his hands, especially on his chin and neck. His cheeks were densely covered with drops of blood.

"Chu Chu!" Wen Bangmeng screamed.

"Help...help," she shouted with her last bit of strength, "Song Weiyi is...inside..."

When Liang Hui heard this, he couldn't stand steadily and almost fainted.

When the police and the bodyguards brought by Liang Hui rushed in, Song Weiyi's knee was pressing on Li Dahui's ribs. He raised his hand and punched him in the face again and again.

Li Dahui had no strength to resist. Blood was flowing from the corners of his nose and mouth, and he twitched from time to time.

"Mr. Song!"

Liang Hui's legs went limp and he knelt beside him.

Song Weiyi glanced at him, stood up, and clapped his hands: "I'm not hurt."

"This blood..."

"It belongs to Qiao Zhichu and Li Dahui."

Liang Hui breathed a sigh of relief.

The police quickly controlled Li Dahui, handcuffed him, and put him in a police car.

Liang Hui stayed in the yard and negotiated with the police.

Song Weiyi frowned and walked out the door, only to see Qiao Zhichu in Wen Banmeng's arms.

My heart, which was lifted up, dropped a little.

But when she thought of her wounds, she felt that even if Li Dahui died a thousand times, it would not be enough to eliminate his hatred.

Qiao Zhichu was dying, her eyes were half open and her face was as pale as paper, but when she saw Song Weiyi, her eyes lit up again.

"Are you...are you okay?" She struggled to get up from Wen Banmeng's arms, "Why is there so much blood?"

Song Weiyi didn't say anything. He pursed his lips, walked over, bent down and picked her up sideways.

The ambulance was parked not far away.

"Wait a minute," Qiao Zhichu said immediately when she realized that he was going to take her to the hospital, "I still have to go back to the orphanage."

He looked at her coldly: "Do you really want to die?"

Song Weiyi's indifference at this moment was like two different people from the way he saved her just now.

"The children and Pan's mother are still hiding in the room," she replied, "I want to go see them..."

"Are you sure you can meet people in this state?"

Qiao Zhichu was puzzled: "What's wrong with me?"

She looked down, touched her face, and realized something.

Song Weiyi kept walking: "Take care of yourself, Qiao Zhichu."

Qiao Zhichu deliberately put her face in front of him and said, "Do I look scary like this?"

"……ugly."

"Ugly is still yours," she suddenly smiled like the rising sun, "Song Weiyi, I will be yours for the rest of my life."

"It seems that the injury is not serious enough, and he can still speak so vigorously."

"It hurts, it hurts a lot," Qiao Zhichu replied, "but when I saw you, I realized that it's nothing."

"That's not what you said when you cut me with the knife just now."

She said: "Because if I cry out in pain now, someone will feel sorry for me."

Song Weiyi looked ahead coldly: "Shut up."

She hooked her arms around his neck, slowly, slowly snuggled into his arms, closed her eyes peacefully, and fell into a deep sleep.

This is an embrace you can rely on.

It has a fresh fragrance that she is familiar with.

The crowd of onlookers only saw a tall, handsome man carrying a slender woman with waist-length hair into the ambulance.