After cheating into marriage, the perverse and evil young man turns into a wife slave in seconds

Zheng Zhihui watched Zheng Shaoyuan being taken away. She gasped in pain and looked hard at Zhang Boxuan, who was hugging her. Her eyes were full of begging, "Let me go...brother."

She was so angry that it was difficult to speak.

The blood on her chest was dyed red and her white skirt was still seeping out. Zhang Boxuan looked at her pale and colorless face and felt that his breathing was trembling with pain. He took a breath and put his hands through her knees in a panic to hug her. She gets up.

However, Zheng Zhihui struggled with all her strength, grabbing his collar as if refusing, and begged him hard and stubbornly, "I don't want...my brother to die, please...at least, at least...leave him alive..."

She is dying, her father will leave, and she only has one brother left in this world.

Before she died, she just wanted to keep him.

Zhang Boxuan was worried about her injuries. He nodded almost without thinking and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, okay, I promise you."

"I'll take you to the hospital first." He picked up the person and left, choking with sobs and comforting her, "Don't be afraid, Xiaohui, it's okay."

Zheng Zhihui was held by a pair of strong and inexplicably familiar arms. Her head was resting weakly on the man's chest. The rapid and panicked heartbeat could be heard from close range in her ears, and the words——

"Don't be afraid, Xiaohui, it's okay."

Zheng Zhihui suddenly remembered the car accident in which she was kidnapped by Guo Yong when she was out.

When she was unconscious, the embrace that held her, the sound of her heartbeat, and the nervous and concerned words "Don't be afraid, Xiaohui, it's okay." were like those in a dream, and the feeling she felt now being held by Zhang Boxuan. , exactly the same.

Although Zhang Boxuan held him firmly, the bumpy walking still caused a sharp pain in Zheng Zhihui's wound. She frowned and groaned in pain, and the tearing pain in her chest spread throughout her body. She weakly grabbed Zhang Boxuan's clothes and whispered softly. Noh:

"Brother Xuan, it hurts so much..."

Zhang Boxuan looked at her painful look, and his heart ached, but he could only bear the pain, and while speeding up his pace, he comforted her, "Don't be afraid, the car is just ahead, you will be fine when you get to the hospital."

Zheng Zhihui shook his head, "It hurts, please don't leave anymore, let me... let me down, okay..."

There were throbbing pains from the wound, and every breath she took felt like being cut by a knife. She could even feel her blood pouring out. She was probably... going to die.

Hearing this, Zhang Boxuan did not dare to move anymore, so he could only place her gently on the ground, then kneel down and hold her upper body, and shouted to Assistant Qian on the side, "Call an ambulance quickly."

Assistant Qian quickly took out his mobile phone to call a taxi.

Zhang Boxuan covered her wound helplessly, trembling to comfort her and himself, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the doctor will be here soon."

Zheng Zhihui pulled her lips weakly, but in fact she didn't care anymore.

She was content to be able to talk to him in his arms before she died.

Zheng Zhihui calmed down the pain in her body, and then looked at him with a trace of spirit, "I... have something to ask you."

Zhang Boxuan's throat tightened, "You ask?"

Zheng Zhihui looked at him, "In that... that car accident, the person who took me out of the car and sent me to... the hospital... was you?"

Zhang Boxuan nodded, "It's me."

Zheng Zhihui's pale lips raised an arc.

It's really him.

It turned out that it was not her fantasy. The person who saved her that day and left with her in his arms... was really him.

"Why...hidden it from me?"

Why save her?

Since you saved me, why didn't you let her know?

"Do you know...if I knew it was you, I would...be very happy..."

Zhang Boxuan's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse and difficult to distinguish, "I'm sorry..."

Seeing her frowning and gasping in pain, Zhang Boxuan's hand covering her wound couldn't stop shaking, and he looked at her with blurred vision: "Does it hurt?"

Zheng Zhihui saw the panic look on his face for the first time.

She smiled.

She tried her best to slow down her breathing before speaking softly:

"My dad said...he regretted his dealings with the Zhang family..."

Zheng Zhihui looked at the man in front of her and tried to keep her voice steady and loud, "My father is right, this grudge... should end with his death."

"Brother Xuan, my father killed two of your parents back then. Now... my father has been sentenced to death, and I, I am about to die too..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhang Boxuan interrupted her excitedly and shook his head violently, "You'll be fine."

Zheng Zhihui just smiled at his words, then stared at him deeply and continued to say intermittently:

"Two people from our Zheng family died... Two lives are worth two lives. Can you... let go of the hatred in your heart? Brother Xuan, I, I really hope that you... can... be happy in your future life... …”

A good person like him should have a wonderful life, and should not be bound and wasted by hatred.

Listening to her words and looking at her frail look, Zhang Boxuan's heart felt like a knife.

He looked at Assistant Qian anxiously and shouted, almost crying, "When will the ambulance arrive?"

Assistant Qian also stamped his feet anxiously: "The reply will arrive in three minutes."

Zhang Boxuan is usually cold and calm, and seems to treat everything with a cold and steady attitude. This is the first time Zheng Zhihui has seen him so anxious and flustered.

She even saw him cry.

Is he so nervous... because he cares about her?

Is it because you don't want to let her die?

For a moment, Zheng Zhihui saw strong and obvious distress and reluctance in his eyes.

She suddenly remembered...

When she was a child, before the two families fell out, he was... very good to her.

Beautiful memories came back one after another. She didn't know whether it was because of the pictures in her memory or because the pain from the wound made her vision gradually blurred. She felt that her breath was getting weaker and weaker.

"Brother Xuan, have you ever loved me?"

She breathlessly asked a question that she had always wanted to know.

But after asking, she regretted it again.

Because she didn't want to hear his cruel rejection before she died.

She wanted to say: Forget it, you don’t need to answer.

But she struggled to move her mouth and found that she was unable to make any more sounds.

Realizing that she was grasping his clothes in vain and unable to speak, Zhang Boxuan quickly held her hand and said to her bitterly and tremblingly, "Love."

What he said was - love.

It’s not that I have loved you before, I have always loved you.

A simple word, but it is a deep feeling that he hides deep in his heart, that he cannot love, or even express with his mouth.

He knew that it was impossible for them to have hatred between them. So I can only alienate her with coldness and ruthlessness, and even reject her cruelly again and again.

What he fears most is that he will hurt her when dealing with the Zheng family.

He felt that rejecting her and letting her give up on him was the best protection for her.

But in the end, he still failed to protect her.

Damn it for her to get hurt for herself.

Zheng Zhihui's vision gradually became blurry, and the image of the man she loved deeply in her vision became increasingly blurry...

But before she lost consciousness, she seemed to hear that deep voice in her ears - "Love."

A whistle sounded in the distance.

"Mr. Zhang, the ambulance is here."

When Assistant Qian's voice came, Zhang Boxuan watched helplessly as the person in his arms slowly closed his eyes...

"Xiaohui——"

Heart-rending screams echoed all around.