The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

As it got darker, people in the office left work one after another. Only Zhou Yian and Huang Bo were still busy in the office.

After returning from a business trip to the United States, although the two received a considerable bonus, because after the contract was signed, there was still information that needed to be updated synchronously, so the workload of the two naturally increased a lot.

After working overtime for almost two hours, Huang Bo finally finished uploading the information in his hand. He stretched his waist tiredly and said, "Yian, have you finished it? Do you need my help?"

Zhou Yian lowered his head and replied: "No, I'm almost done. Brother Bo, you go first. I'm almost done too."

Huang Bo nodded, and replied while packing his things: "Okay, I'll leave first."

After Huang Bo left, Zhou Yian was the only one left in the office. It was so quiet that there was no sound except the typing of the keyboard.

By the time Zhou Yian finished his work, it was almost half past nine.

She quickly packed up her things and left work. Just a few steps out of the company door, a strong light suddenly shone towards her ear.

"An An, be careful..."

Before she could react to what was happening, she was pushed away forcefully.

At the same time, she heard a loud "bang" behind her and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

When she turned around, she was stunned by the scene in front of her. A small black car quickly reversed and escaped from the scene, leaving a person crawling on the ground. Under the person, a stream of bright red blood was spreading and expanding.

Zhou Yian was still terrified as he watched the scene in front of him. Suddenly, he ran towards the man, knelt down beside him, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Xu...Xu Zehao?"

The man was face down, his entire profile covered by his hair, so his features could not be seen clearly. He lay there motionless as if he was dead, without any response.

Zhou Yian couldn't believe that the person lying here was Xu Zehao. She reached out and gently lifted the hair that was covering his face. After seeing the man clearly, her expression became dull and she collapsed to the ground. At this moment, she felt unprecedented fear.

It was really him. The person who was hit by a car while saving her was Xu Zehao.

Zhou Yian suddenly burst into tears, and cried out at the top of his lungs: "Help, help! Someone was hit by a car, help me save him."

She was at a loss, crying and shouting, and soon several people came to watch. However, faced with this situation, no one dared to move Xu Zehao rashly. A kind-hearted person helped to call the police.

The blood flowed more and more, slowly spreading along the outline of his body. The glaring blood flowed all over the ground, which was shocking and frightening.

Zhou Yian looked at Xu Zehao helplessly, his hands shaking uncontrollably. He finally took out his cell phone and pressed 120 to get through to the emergency number.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yian stayed beside Xu Zehao, calling his name sadly. He stretched out his trembling hands several times to pull him up, but his hands froze in mid-air and he didn't dare to let go, and he never dared to touch him.

After waiting for a while, the ambulance arrived at the scene with sirens blaring.

After the medical staff arrived at the scene, they carefully gave Xu Zehao a simple examination. After confirming that everything was normal, they carefully turned him over and lifted him onto a stretcher, and then hurriedly lifted him into the ambulance.

When he was turned over, Zhou Yian finally couldn't control himself and burst into tears.

She saw that Xu Zehao's chest was covered in blood, making it impossible to tell where he was injured. The side of his face where he landed was severely scratched. His once handsome face was now a bloody mess.

His eyes were closed, his face was pale, and he had fallen into a deep coma.

Zhou Yian followed the doctor into the ambulance. She watched in horror as the doctor put an oxygen mask on him and examined his chest which was covered in blood.

"Doctor, is he... is he okay?"

"Will he die?"

While examining Xu Zehao, the doctor replied, "It depends on how serious the patient's injuries are. We can't tell how serious his internal injuries are right now."

Zhou Yian clutched his clothes tightly and looked at Xu Zehao with a sad expression. He couldn't believe that the man lying motionless on the hospital bed with a chubby face was the Xu Zehao who was once full of vigor and vitality.