She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

Shen Weicang came out of the bathroom and saw that the man's blood had stained the carpet red, and he curled his lips in disgust.

She looked at her clean palms and regretted washing her hands earlier.

Obviously, if she wanted to gain benefits from this man, she couldn't let him die, at least she couldn't just leave him lying on the carpet.

"If you're a pauper pretending to be rich, you're dead!"

Shen Weicang threatened viciously, not caring whether the man could hear him or not.

She pulled the thin blanket off the sofa, turned the man over through the blanket, and made him lie flat on the carpet.

"Forehead......"

The man groaned in pain, frowned tightly, and pursed his bloodless and dry lips.

Only then did Shen Weicang see his appearance clearly.

His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his nose bridge was high, and his face was superior in shape. The warm yellow light from the ceiling easily divided his face into two parts, light and dark, from the bridge of his nose.

He looks quite good, but his lips seem a little thin.

My mother once said that men with thin lips are often heartless. When he wakes up, will he fail to repay me for saving his life?

Shen Weicang took off his watch first, put away the bank card in his wallet without hesitation, and then took out the ID card again.

"Xu Chenqing?"

Although Shen Weicang was born and raised in Country S, her mother is Chinese. She can understand Chinese and have simple conversations with others in Chinese.

She carefully touched his whole body again and found that he was wearing a ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

Judging from the clarity and cut of the diamond on the ring, it was probably not a cheap item. Just as Shen Weicang was about to take it off, her hand was suddenly held tightly.

Caught off guard, Shen Weicang subconsciously raised her other hand to dig the man's eyes. This was the trick that Cen Jing had told her.

However, this trick seemed to have no effect on the man. Before Shen Weicang's hand could reach out, he quickly grabbed her little hand and pulled her into his arms with great strength.

Shen Weicang was so frightened that his face turned pale: "Ah!"

In a flash, she saw the man's dark eyes. He looked at her sharply, then turned blankly, and finally stared at her blankly without taking the next step.

Shen Weicang realized that his hands no longer had the strength they had just now, so he quickly broke free from him, pressed on the carpet beside him, climbed off him, and shrank back in fear.

"Don't be afraid."

The man forced himself to sit up from the ground. Perhaps he realized that he had scared her, so he spoke in a hoarse voice with a soft look, trying his best to make his tone gentle.

But the blood stains on his face still made him look scary, and coupled with the murderous sharp gaze at that moment, Shen Weicang was really frightened.

She could see that the man had no ill will towards her, but he still sat on the carpet, supported himself with his hands, and backed away with tears in his eyes, shaking his head.

"Did you save me?"

The man saw her fear and did not come forward.

Shen Weicang nodded timidly: "You fainted on the road. If I didn't bring you back, you would definitely die."

"Thank you for saving me," the man introduced himself, "My name is Xu Chenqing, may I know your name?"

"Xu Chengqing?"

Shen Weicang deliberately mispronounced the word, and looked at him innocently with a pair of clear eyes, "Are you Chinese?"

Xu Chenqing endured the pain in his body and smiled: "Yes, my name is not Xu Chengqing, my name is Xu Chenqing."

The girl in front of him didn't seem to be familiar with Chinese. He was about to ask her if she was Chinese when she came closer without any defense:

"That's great! Mom said that Chinese people are compatriots. I am also Chinese, but I have never been to China."

The fear she had just shown disappeared, and she happily came closer to him: "I also have a Chinese name! My name is..."

As she spoke, she frowned in confusion, opened her rosy little mouth, and pronounced her name somewhat stiffly: "My name is Shen Wei Cang..."

Shen Weicang pronounced his name clearly while observing Xu Chenqing's expression. Did you hear it?

Don’t mishear the name, and don’t pay the wrong person back next time.

Xu Chenqing repeated her name tenderly and lovingly: "Shen Weicang? Cangcang, your name is so poetic."

Shen Weicang didn't know what poetry meant. She was relieved when she heard Xu Chenqing said her name correctly. As if she suddenly remembered something, she said in annoyance:

"Xu, how do you feel now? I'm sorry, I wanted to treat your wound just now."

Xu Chenqing tried to stand up, but found that his legs were completely powerless, and said apologetically:

"Cang Cang, I can treat my wounds myself, but I need some medicine. Do you have any here?"

drug?

How could Shen Weicang have any medicine?

This house was arranged by Cen Jing. He would come here regularly to help her replenish food and daily necessities, and then arrange for someone to cook for her.

As for medicine, she had no need for it at all. Once she felt unwell, Cen Jing would appear faster than Aladdin's magic lamp.

Shen Weicang was a little conflicted. Should he let Cen Jing know about Xu Chenqing's existence?

If she asked Cen Jing to deliver the medicine now, he would definitely find Xu Chenqing.

But if Cen Jing is allowed to get involved, then wouldn’t Xu Chenqing’s greatest benefactor become Cen Jing? Wouldn’t all his hard work be in vain?

Seeing her embarrassed look, Xu Chenqing was about to say something when the doorbell rang.

Xu Chenqing immediately became alert, forced himself to stand up and protected Shen Weicang behind him.

Could it be that the group of people just now were chasing us?

Those people were probably gangsters, they were very ruthless and even knew when he would leave the hotel alone.

Xu Chenqing sneered in his heart, thinking that the adopted son of the Xu family must have been unable to hold back and finally took action.

Perhaps it was because he knew that he was about to marry into the Tang family and was worried that he could not defeat him.

If it weren’t for Cang Cang today, he might really have lost his life in this foreign country.

But now those people might not give up and chase after her again. Cang Cang is just a weak woman, so innocent and kind, how could she let herself be implicated?

Shen Weicang walked out from behind Xu Chenqing nonchalantly and wanted to open the door directly.

Xu Chenqing grabbed her hand and said, "Cangcang, don't go. There might be bad guys outside the door."

With Cen Jing's protection, Shen Weicang has always been able to get away with it in this area.

She thought it was Cen Jing who knocked on the door, and was about to ask him why he came to see her so late, but Xu Chenqing reminded her that it might not be convenient for her to let Cen Jing in now.

Suddenly, a nervous look appeared on her face: "What should I do?"

She looked around in panic, then took Xu Chenqing's hand and walked towards the bedroom: "Hide here for a while!"

Xu Chenqing was deeply moved by her kindness and innocence, and shook his head firmly: "No, maybe the people outside are coming for me, I can't let you get involved."

Shen Weicang almost rolled her eyes. She rudely pulled the idiot's right hand and walked towards the bedroom: "I have a way, hide quickly!"

Xu Chenqing hissed, then realized that he seemed unable to protect her at all.

He was a little annoyed, but still shook his head: "I can't..."

"boom!"

After a muffled thud, Xu Chenqing fell softly to the ground. Shen Weicang made an impatient "tsk" sound, saying that he didn't want to listen to nice words and insisted on suffering.