After the flash marriage, the fierce Jiuye kissed and hugged every day

"Gardenia!"

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

Fu Yuheng frowned coldly, and drove out of the Fu family manor anxiously like he was on a hot wheel.

It was dark outside and the rain was getting heavier.

In a panic, Wen Zhihe tripped over rocks and fell onto the muddy ground.

Raindrops continued to hit her body, her clothes were soaked, there was no one around, only shadows of the trees, and it was dark and terrifying. The invisible cold fear kept eating away at her bones.

Wen Zhihe felt scared. People usually wear thin clothes in summer. When she fell, a big cut was scraped on her thigh. Bright red blood kept spreading outward, staining her blue jeans and looking glaring.

She ignored the injury on her leg, picked up the phone that had fallen on the ground, and got up.

From childhood to adulthood, she has suffered countless injuries, big and small, no less than a hundred times, but she can still withstand this injury.

The phone screen is black and I can't open it at all.

Wen Zhihe could only find a place first. She couldn't keep running aimlessly like this, as the situation would only get worse.

As I was running, I saw a ray of light not far away, which seemed particularly clear in the darkness.

She ran into an abandoned factory.

He raised his hand to wipe away the water droplets on his eyes. He felt much better without the beating of heavy rain on his body.

She walked inside carefully and cautiously.

Fu Yuheng called his assistant Xu Qingan.

Let him mobilize people to investigate.

Anyone who dares to touch him will die a miserable death!

Xu Qing'an, who was very efficient, found out where the boss lady had the accident.

Inform your boss of all urgent situations.

Based on the information provided by Special Assistant Xu, Fu Yuheng sped towards where Wen Zhihe was.

Wen Zhihe found a place to hide and hid herself. She now had almost no strength to run.

The blood on her thigh was like a big gash, flowing more and more. She leaned weakly against the cold stone wall, her head was dizzy, and her consciousness gradually became confused.

Am I going to die here today?

She was shivering, her lips were pale, and her face was bloodless.

Even if someone like her died, I guess no one would worry about her, let alone feel sorry for her.

I don’t know if it was tears or undried rain that covered her cheeks, but her vision seemed to be almost blurred.

No no no!

She can't die!

Wen Zhihe relied on the last bit of his rationality, reached out and groped for the wooden stick beside him, and held it tightly in his hand.

If that bad guy found her, she would fight him, at worst one life for another.

The driver also ran in at this time.

Looking at the wet shoe prints on the ground, he searched along the way.

As the driver got closer and closer, Wen Zhihe's heart was in her throat, beating so hard that it was about to burst out of her chest. Her body was tense, like a drawn bowstring.

Wen Zhihe held the wooden stick tightly in his hand, determined to fight to the death.

The driver walked up to a black cloth and lifted it up. There was nothing inside except dust and bricks.

Then he walked to another black cloth and pulled it open, but there was no woman there.

The driver continued to walk inside.

With every step he took, Wen Zhihe's heart beat violently and his whole body trembled uncontrollably with nervousness.

The driver walked over to a pile of tattered discarded oil drums and stood still.

His vicious eyes glanced back and forth at the oil barrel.

Wen Zhihe hid in the oil barrel, his heart beating faster and he didn't even dare to breathe, he was tense.

He raised his hand and was about to touch it.

"boom--"

The cold sound of weapons suddenly resounded throughout the abandoned factory.

Hit the driver's feet.

The driver was so frightened that he almost peed his pants and backed away.

Wen Zhihe, who was hiding behind an oil drum, was almost frightened by the sudden sound of cold weapons. She covered her mouth to prevent herself from making any sound out of fear.

She didn't know what was going on outside, so why did another group of people come?

I don’t know if he is a good guy or a bad guy like the driver?

If the driver is a bad guy, then she will be in an extra layer of danger.

She can't expose it casually, otherwise the consequences will be serious.

Wen Zhihe could only hide behind the oil barrel temporarily and observe the situation.

At this time, a man in a high-end black suit walked in from outside, holding a cold weapon between his bony fingers.

He was followed by dozens of bodyguards in black suits.

They were all tall and strong, and they looked very imposing, a bit like black...

The leading man waved his hand, and the bodyguards following him rushed out and quickly surrounded the driver.

The driver tried to fight back and hit the bodyguard.

The driver is quite capable, but not as good as the bodyguard.

After a few moves, the driver was pinned to the ground by a bodyguard and could not move at all.

The driver's face was pressed against the dirty floor, veins bulging. "Who are you? Why did you attack me?"

Fu Yuheng walked up to him, a strong sense of oppression approaching, looking down at him with a deathly coldness, staring at the driver as if he were a dead object, "Tell me, where is the girl now?"

Wen Zhihe, who was hiding behind an oil barrel, heard the noise outside and her pupils widened. She was very familiar with the voice of one of the people.

"It's his voice! Impossible, impossible!"

I must be hallucinating. He was clearly on a business trip abroad, so how could he appear in this deserted, abandoned factory?

I must have heard wrongly.

The driver shuddered at the chilling feeling. "I, I, don't know."

"what--"

As soon as the driver finished speaking, a hysterical scream came out of his throat.

The driver was shot in the left leg with a cold weapon.

Fu Yuheng's eyes were as cold as the night, and his low and cold voice sounded, "Do you understand now?"

The driver was twitching in pain. "I told you, I only saw her running in. I looked for her for a long time but couldn't find her. I'm telling the truth."

“It’s really his voice!”

Wen Zhihe heard it clearly this time; it was Fu Yuheng's voice.

Her heart, which was originally extremely nervous, was like a door opened for her in the endless darkness after hearing Fu Yuheng's voice, and light shone in.

Wen Zhihe stood up from behind the oil drum, walked out, and looked towards the crowd, "Yuheng!"

When Fu Yuheng heard Wen Zhihe's voice, he immediately turned around and saw a little girl standing not far away.

He was soaked, as if he had just been fished out of the river, his face was pale and weak, and his hair was disheveled.

Fu Yuheng felt heartbroken when he saw this.

"Gardenia!"

Fu Yuheng ran over and hugged the wet girl.

I hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go.

"Zhizhi, it's really you. How are you now? Are you injured anywhere?"

The moment Wen Zhihe saw Fu Yuheng, her tense heart finally relaxed.

She wrapped her arms around his waist tightly and rested her head on his warm chest. "You're finally here. I, I'm so scared. I'm scared. I..."

Wen Zhihe didn't know what was wrong with her. She was obviously very strong, but after seeing him, she couldn't stop crying.

His embrace was so warm and comfortable, making her feel really safe.

The sobbing sound of the little girl hit Fu Yuheng's chest, and he hugged her tightly with great distress, "I'm sorry, I'm late, Zhizhi, don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here."

Fu Yuheng gently stroked her hair and gently soothed her fear.

Even he himself did not realize how much he cared about her and how worried he was about her.

After hearing that she was in trouble, he, who was usually calm and composed, panicked at that moment.

Wen Zhihe felt like she was walking on cotton, leaning weakly in his arms.

Her vision became blurry and she fainted in Fu Yuheng's arms.

Fu Yuheng noticed it and called her name anxiously, "Zhizhi!"

He placed his palm on her forehead, "Why is it so hot!"

Fu Yuheng simply picked up the unconscious Wen Zhihe.

A bodyguard stepped forward and asked, "Master Jiu, what should we do with this man?"

Fu Yuheng's narrow and long phoenix eyes were frighteningly cold, "Take him away first and treat him well!"

Fu Yuheng is most concerned about Wen Zhihe now. As for the driver, he will let him know what price those who hurt him will have to pay.

The bodyguard nodded and said, "Yes."

Fu Yuheng carried her, who had fainted, into the car.

The lights in the car were on, and the glaringly bright bloodstain on the girl's leg caught his eyes.

Leng Jun's eyes were full of heartache.

Fu Yuheng said coldly to the driver, "Go back to the manor."

The driver drove the car away from the abandoned factory.

Fu Yuheng held Wen Zhihe in his arms, took out his cell phone and made a call.

Gu Tingan was resting when the cell phone under his pillow suddenly rang.

He squinted his eyes and reached out to grope for his vibrating phone, "Who is it this late?"

He squinted his eyes and looked at the caller on the phone screen. "This guy, why are you calling him so late at night?"

Gu Ting'an answered the phone and put it to his ear, "Hello, Yuheng."

Fu Yuheng said coldly, "Gu Ting'an, I give you five minutes to come to the Fu Family Manor, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

Gu Ting'an, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

"Stop talking so much nonsense. Just come if I tell you to. My wife is injured. Hurry up!" Fu Yuheng shouted anxiously on the other end of the phone.

"Oh oh oh, okay, okay." Gu Ting'an quickly agreed.

When he heard the word "Madam", Gu Ting'an, who was originally very sleepy, sat up from the bed and asked in surprise, "Wait! Madam! When did you get married!"

Fu Yuheng frowned and said impatiently, "I'll say it again, now, right now, come to the Fu family!"

After saying that, before Gu Ting'an could digest what he said, Fu Yuheng hung up the phone.

"Madam, this boy is really good. He doesn't even know when he got married."

Gu Ting'an quickly put on his clothes, took the things he needed, and left the Gu family villa.

The driver had a rag stuffed in his mouth because he was too noisy and his mouth had to be blocked. He was taken to a car by several bodyguards and drove in another direction.

Luxury cars drove into the Fu family manor one after another.

The driver parked the car and Fu Yuheng carried her up to the second floor.

Lay her gently on the bed.

The Gu family and the Fu family were not too far away, and soon Gu Ting'an also hurried to the Fu family with a medicine box.

I came to the bedroom and saw the girl lying on the bed.

He always felt a vague sense of familiarity.