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

Although both of them were dirty and bloody, they looked as disheveled as if they were fleeing from a disaster.

But this scene looks like a blockbuster movie.

.........

Hospital, senior ward.

Qiao Zhichu slept quietly in bed, with gauze wrapped around her neck and her lips still pale.

Song Weiyi closed the door gently.

"Boss Song," Liang Hui had been waiting outside for a long time, "everything has been handled."

"Suppress the news and keep a close eye on all major news media." He ordered, "Also, I want Li Dahui's right hand."

That hand actually tried to touch Qiao Zhichu. It would be no pity to throw it to the dogs.

"I've already informed you, Mr. Song. However, Li Dahui is guilty of murder and cannot escape the death penalty. If you go to get his hand, I'm afraid it will give people a reason to criticize you, which will have a very bad impact on your image and reputation."

Song Weiyi asked back: "Can't you do it more cleanly?"

Liang Hui nodded: "Okay. But, the Si family..."

"Don't make it public, keep it secret."

"Boss Song," Liang Hui said, "If the Si family knew about what happened today, they would definitely not allow Miss Qiao to stay with you! From the moment she showed up, she..."

"Liang Hui," Song Weiyi took out a cigarette, lowered his head and lit it, the smoke curling, "From now on, I don't want to hear a bad word about her from you anymore."

It is a warning, but also an order.

Liang Hui looked stunned.

"Seeing her is like seeing me," he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, "Do you understand?"

"Mr. Song..."

Song Weiyi glanced over with a narrow gaze: "Do you understand?"

After a few seconds of silence, Liang Hui lowered his head and said, "I understand."

Miss Qiao's status is no longer the same as it was before.

For Miss Qiao, the hostage-taking case was a small investment with a big stake.

She saved her life, which meant she saved her wealth and glory, and solidified her position in President Song's heart. From then on, her future was smooth.

Why is Mr. Song, a young talent, so obsessed with a woman of unknown origin and evil intentions?

After finishing a cigarette, Song Weiyi said calmly: "Send more people to guard around the hospital, you go back."

"Mr. Song, will you stay in the hospital tonight?"

"Well, I'll stay with her."

In the ward.

Qiao Zhichu slowly opened her eyes.

The treated wound was medicated and felt painful, itchy and numb. She scratched it through the gauze and sat up by supporting herself on the bed.

She looked at her hospital gown and her clean white hands, without a trace of dirt.

Qiao Zhichu smiled.

If we lose our horses, we can't know what a blessing is.

This unexpected incident unexpectedly made her successful.

The door creaked open, and Song Weiyi's low, hoarse voice said, "Awake?"

"Thirsty," she said.

Song Weiyi brought a cup of warm water and handed it to her.

Qiao Zhichu gulped down half a cup in one breath, and then she felt her throat was better. "Have you never served anyone before? You haven't even done something as trivial as pouring water?"

He stood beside the bed and looked down at her: "Can you talk less?"

"It seems that I was right."

He snorted softly, and suddenly stretched out his hand and placed it on the gauze.

Before Qiao Zhichu could say anything, Song Weiyi suddenly pressed hard.

Qiao Zhichu hissed and frowned.

The force in his hands was even greater, and that spot was pressed down so hard that it became indented.

"Song Weiyi, it hurts!" Qiao Zhichu shouted, "What are you doing!"

"Does it hurt?" He leaned over, placed his other hand on her ear, and trapped her in a small space. "Do you know how to cry out in pain now?"