Trapped with the CEO

Song Zhiqing, who had been slowed down, wanted to question Shao Jiayi strongly. But thinking that Dingli was next to him, he brewed some emotions, and said softly, "Dingli, my waist hurts..."

Si Dingli was a little irritable and called Shi Xiao, "Send Miss Song to the hospital!"

Hearing his instructions, Song Zhiqing bit her lower lip unwillingly. Does this man really know how to pity Xiangyu?

Shi Xiao took Song Zhiqing and left the president's office.

There were only two people with big eyes and small eyes left in the room. "Relieved?" The man spoke first, and put the angry little woman in his arms.

But the little woman didn't appreciate it, and struggling to stop him.

"Why? Distressed?" Shao Jiayi decided not to trust this man with two boats in the future, so he coaxed Song Zhiqing to say that she was his sister.

Hug and hug her again.

"Don't make trouble, Mianmian, I only have you in my heart. Song Zhiqing is just a cover." Steinli still held her in his arms and pecked her red lips.

"What kind of pretense? What reason do you think of fooling me?" Shao Jiayi bit his lips with dissatisfaction, and his anger slowly dropped.

Si Dingli sighed secretly. Didn't this little woman understand what he had just said to Song Zhiqing?

Just without waiting for him to explain to her, Stingli's cell phone rang, and I don't know what was said over there, Stingli's face suddenly changed and he let go of Shao Jiayi.

"Is Song Zhiqing injured? Who is the other party?" He quickly took out a gun from the bottom drawer and pinned it to her waist.

"Well, I'm going down now." Ending the call, Stingli looked at Shao Jiayi, "I will ask the bodyguard to take you back. There is something wrong with Song Zhiqing, I must rush over."

Shao Jiayi's first reaction was, "Song Zhiqing had an accident, what did you do in the past?" However, when she thought that she was Steinli's real girlfriend, she secretly mocked herself for being stupid.

Si Dingli walked in front of her, looked at her eyes seriously, and groped her smooth face with his thumb, "Mianmian, for you, I can't break up with Song Zhiqing."

Originally, he had just decided to break up with Song Zhiqing in order not to make Mian Mian unhappy. However, at this moment he changed his attention again.

Even if he breaks up with Song Zhiqing, he will find other women to act on the scene.

Because someone kidnapped Song Zhiqing, and dropped a sentence, let him save his woman!

Therefore, the other party came at him, and Song Zhiqing made a rake.

"Pop!" Shao Jiayi slapped his big palm, and Stingli became more and more inexplicable. It made sense to step on both boats!

Stingli was too late to explain to her, and walked to the office door.

His wrists were held by a pair of small hands, "Song Zhiqing has an accident, and the police, you don't want to go." She didn't want him to commit dangers for other women.

"Hey, Song Zhiqing was in an accident because of me. I must rush over and go back with the bodyguard first." Si Dingli pecked her red lips and hurried out of the office.

Shao Jiayi didn't understand what Sidingli said, what is Song Zhiqing's cause for him?

Also, can't you break up with Song Zhiqing for her?

In order to confuse her, can Sidingli's lying skills be higher?

Shao Jiayi looked at the empty office, completely lost.

But thinking about that woman again, Shao Jiayi felt jealous for the first time.

Holding both hands tightly, Sidingli is hers and has nothing to do with Song Zhiqing. Si Dingli was reluctant to break up with Song Zhiqing, so she went to Song Zhiqing and let Song Zhiqing take the initiative to break up with Si Dingli!

When I walked to the company square, a large area was cordoned off, and many police officers came.

Stingli didn't know where to go, Shao Jiayi indifferently looked at a few drops of blood on the ground not far away.

Whose blood is that? Stingli said that Song Zhiqing had an accident, is that Song Zhiqing's blood?

At one o'clock in the evening, Dingli hadn't come back. Shao Jiayi held the doll while looking at the bedroom alone, and suddenly felt that his thoughts were a bit ridiculous.

Stingli has nothing to do with her, at best it is a *, but she is looking forward to Stingli coming back here every night.

His mobile phone has been turned off after several calls.

I don’t know what happened to Stingli, is there any danger? Thinking of the few drops of blood in the square again, she was really scared...

Stingli, you must be well.

After two o'clock, Shao Jiayi dialed Si Shaozhe's cell phone. Si Shaozhe seemed to be sleeping again, his voice hoarse, "Mianmian?"

"Well, does Stingli...Do you know where Stingli is?"

Without him, she really didn't feel any sleep, so she called in one night to listen to the movement of the apartment door.

Si Shaozhe in the hospital office rubbed his sore eyebrows, "He is in the hospital, Song Zhiqing... has a gunshot wound and is still in a coma."

"...Where is Stingli? Is there anything wrong with him?"

"Well, I got a knife scratch on my shoulder, but it's fine."

Shao Jiayi immediately opened the quilt and got out of bed. "I see, which ward is he in?"

Hurrying into the cloakroom and getting the ward number, Shao Jiayi took out the clothes she went out to change.

More than three in the morning

The Mercedes Benz left on the water side and rushed to Chengyang Private Hospital.

8022 Ward

Stingli had just lost a bottle of anti-inflammatory water, and after removing the needle, he sat casually beside the hospital bed.

I remembered that since I was in the hospital, I didn't contact Mianmian. I went to my pocket and touched my mobile phone. Nowhere.

It was probably dropped during a fight with the gangster.

I don't know if the little woman slept, and if she slept soundly without him.

The person on the bed moved, and Stingli leaned over, "Song Zhiqing?"

Song Zhiqing seemed to have a nightmare, muttering to herself, "...no, let go, Dingli..." Some words fell into Steinli's ears.

He touched her forehead, not hot, and when he closed his hand, his big palm was caught by the woman.

Si Dingli looked at the hand he was holding, and there was a touch of disgust in his eyes, trying to pull his hand back, but Song Zhiqing kept calling him, "Dingli, go! Dingli..."

When he remembered confronting the gangster, Song Zhiqing blocked a bullet for him...

Just let her pull her own hand.

He just didn't know what was going on. After Song Zhiqing was quiet again, he fell asleep in a daze.

Outside, a Mercedes-Benz car steadily parked in the parking lot. A woman wrapped in a scarf and a lilac coat hurriedly entered the eighth floor of the inpatient department in high Martin boots.

I found the ward mentioned by Si Shaozhe and opened the door silently.

The woman was sleeping quietly on the hospital bed with gauze wrapped around her forehead. Next to her was Stingli who was also sleeping on her stomach.

She suppressed the accelerating heartbeat, approached the two people, and also saw the hands of the two tightly held together...

His heartbeat returned to normal in an instant, and his breathing became tight.