The large patch of dark red blood on the bed and the faint blood in the air made Chu Huandong's hands cold. So much blood, even the white walls, were splashed with blood. Obviously, it was not caused by ordinary minor injuries. Such a messy scene must have been a thrilling battle.

There seemed to be a scene in front of him. Song Liangyu was like crazy, stabbing a knife on Wang Zhanzhu. Wang Zhanzhu's eyes were desperate and painful... She was waiting for her to come to save her, but she was late after all!

Chu Huandong's face was gray and he was so scared. He didn't want to admit it or was unwilling to admit it. However, such an obvious scene of the murder forced him to admit this fact: Wang Zhanzhu was not seriously injured, but also died...

A Zheng, who was following Chu Huandong, felt a little reluctant even though he looked at Chu Huandong's despairy look.

A Zheng was calmer than Chu Huandong, and his eyes were extremely sharp. He glanced at the room and saw the bloody glass fragments in the corner of the big bed. He hurriedly walked over happily and said excitedly: "Mr. Chu, these bloods may not be Miss Wang's!"

Chu Huandong was just fascinated by the sudden sorrow. Now, after A Zheng reminded him, he immediately noticed the broken glass and immediately understood that even if the blood had the Wangzhangzhu, it would not be all her own.

Song Liangyu captured Wang Zhanzhu and threatened him with her for the purpose. He would not really want to kill her. Even if he wanted to kill her, a person like him would not have a childish way and weapons to kill Wang Zhanzhu with broken glass.

I guess this bloody glass was used by Wang Zhangzhu to defend himself, but what could make Wang Zhangzhu so crazy about hurting people with a small glass. Without thinking, Chu Huandong also knew.

Song Liangyu must have wanted to invade Wang Zhanzhu, so Wang Zhanzhu resisted so resolutely and crazyly. Thinking of this, Chu Huandong's heart twitched and twitched. Wang Zhanzhu hated Song Liangyu so much. He misunderstood that she would marry Song Liangyu and wrongly accused her of pregnant children for Song Liangyu...

If there were no misunderstandings and without those injuries, Wang Zhanzhu would not have left her and lived in the Su family. Naturally, there would not be the situation today. He had deep self-blame attacked Chu Huandong again.

A Zheng did not have as many sentiments and thoughts as Chu Huandong. He checked every corner of the house professionally and touched the bed and said, "Mr. Chu, Miss Wang should be nothing big. There is water on the bed and buckets on the ground. It is very likely that Miss Wang was knocked unconscious during the tearing. Song Liangyu asked someone to splash her with cold water!"

Chu Huandong felt even more bitter without realizing it. Ah Zheng was used to life and death. He felt that being knocked out was not a big deal, but his heart was about to hurt when he heard it.

"Mr. Chu, only buttons of clothes were found on the bed, but no traces of the clothes were found. Miss Wang's innocence should be preserved." A Zheng continued to analyze calmly.

Chu Huandong was smoked by his calmness and formulaic tone, and suddenly said coldly: "You are so good at observing and analyzing, but you haven't gone outside to see where Song Liangyu has run, and why are you still rubbing here?"

Only then did Azheng realize that he was talking too much. Even if he was good at analyzing, he shouldn't have analyzed the boss's woman. Looking at Chu Huandong's sinister eyes, he responded in fear and turned around and walked outside.

Chu Huandong is not a sentimental person, but he stood alone in the room where Wang Zhanzhu struggled to the death not long ago, with various scenes quickly turning in his mind, and he felt indescribable sadness in his heart.

When Wang Zhanzhu woke up, she found herself lying in a room. Sunlight shone in through the glass window. It took her a long time to see things clearly.

Since her head and face were beaten by Song Liangyu, she has been feeling dizzy and wanting to vomit. Her eyes were blurred, as if she was separated by a layer of film. She tried her best to open her eyes and looked around in a hazy way. It seemed like an abandoned factory, with a large area and a cold surroundings. She leaned against a concrete load-bearing column.

It was cloudy outside, and the sunlight shone in through the glass window, making the room even darker and colder.

Song Liangyu didn't know where she went. There was only one bodyguard beside Wang Zhanzhu. Her head was still groggy and her mouth was extremely dry and thirsty. When the bodyguard saw her awake, he threw her a bottle of water.

Wang Zhanzhu was so thirsty that she shrank on the stone pillar and forced herself to cheer up. She sat up straight, took the mineral water with her left hand, and twisted the bottle cap with her right hand, but as soon as her hand hit the bottle cap, she felt a heart-wrenching pain. Her right hand was holding the broken glass when she was entangled with Song Liangyu before, and it was already bloody and fuzzy.

She was thirsty now and didn't care about the injuries and pains on her hands, and wanted to continue to twist the bottle cap with her hands... At this time, she suddenly realized that her hands were not obeying the command and could not retract freely.

Wang Zhanzhu was shocked and tried to clench his fists twice, but only his little finger was retracting it. He shrank, and the other few fingers were just hanging softly. In an instant, Wang Zhanzhu's cold sweat fell.

She moved several times unwillingly, but the result was still the same. At this time, she had to think of a fact that her right hand was ruined. In the previous entanglement with Song Liangyu, she tried her best to stab him to death. While hurting him, her tendons might have been cut off.

Wang Zhanzhu looked at his right hand that was unstoppable and suddenly laughed. From now on, he would become a disabled person.

The bodyguard saw Wang Zhanzhu silently holding the mineral water, thinking that she was playing with her attitude. If it were someone else, he would have been fist-and-pinching.

But Wang Zhangzhu is now the hope of all the people of them. Song Liangyu's attitude towards this woman was unconscious. He could only lazily hand a bottle of mineral water that had been unscrewed and the caps to Wang Zhangzhu. He also took a few pills and some of them, put them all in front of Wang Zhangzhu. He said angrily: "Drink water, and then take the medicine, hurry up, otherwise I will feed you personally!"

Wang Zhanzhu glared at the thick man, naturally picked up the water bottle with her left hand and drank it in big mouthfuls. She couldn't let these people know that their right hand was useless, otherwise they would be even more unscrupulous when they bullied themselves.

Seeing that Wang Zhanzhu had taken the medicine in obediently, the bodyguard sat aside and stared out the window and fantasized about the future.

Since you are not dead, you have to find a way to survive. Dad said that no matter how desperate a person falls into, as long as he is still breathing, there will always be a glimmer of hope.

Images of Niu Niu and Chu Huandong appeared in Wang Zhanzhu's heart. A huge courage to survive rose in her heart. The terrible death was that we would never see the closest people in the world again. She must live and meet Niu Niu and Chu Huandong.

Wang Zhanzhu's throat was so painful that she had no appetite when she looked at the dry food, but she still struggled to stuff the dry bread into her stomach. She missed her daughter and many people, and she had to work hard to survive.

When she finished eating the food, Song Liangyu came back with a bodyguard. The other bodyguard disappeared. His heavy shoes drove the floating soil on the ground, and Wang Zhanzhu couldn't help but cough twice.

Song Liangyu was attracted by her voice and walked over and approached little by little. The smell of smoke caused by a lot of smoking was sprayed heavily on Wang Zhanzhu's face. Wang Zhanzhu had already disgusted with him very much. At this time, he approached like this, but she felt disgusted.

After so many battles with Song Liangyu, Wang Zhangzhu knew this man a little bit. When he was aggressive, she did not hide or turn her head. She did not doubt the man's violent means at all, but forcibly restrained herself from showing any fear at this moment.

With the same fierce look, she stared at the twisted and terrifying face in front of her, gritting her teeth.

Song Liangyu was furious when she was staring at her. She raised her left hand and wanted to slap Wang Zhanzhu again. Wang Zhanzhu proudly raised her head to him, narrowed her eyes provocatively, and smiled coldly.

In Wang Zhanzhu's small black pupils, Song Liangyu seemed to have seen the scene of her fighting with him before. The wound on her neck jumped a few times without realizing it. He spat lightly in a discouragement, "Damn girl, have the same virtue as your dead ghost dad!" Then he stood up in disappointment and walked away.

Song Liangyu and a few bodyguards sat aside to eat, whispered in a low voice, or lie on a scrap newspaper to rest, but no one came close to Wang Zhangzhu anymore, just like some terrible plague on her body, making people afraid to get close.

Seeing that they stopped harassing him, Wang Zhanzhu loosened his tense nerves and leaned against the stone pillar and fell asleep again.

By the evening, it started to rain outside, and the empty abandoned building seemed even more cold. Listening to the sound of rain outside the window, Song Liangyu and several bodyguards also closed their mouths. Such weather could easily make people sad.

Wang Zhanzhu stared at her big eyes and looked outside with a blurry gaze. The one she thought the most was Niu Niu.

She is a woman who likes to cry on weekdays. Although life has made her realize that tears are the most useless things, and crying is meaningless, but she just likes to cry.

But every time she faces difficulties and is forced into a dead corner by fate again, she doesn't want to cry anymore, and she just looks out the window stubbornly.

This day and night were difficult for Wang Zhangzhu, and even more difficult for Song Liangyu. He looked at the drizzle outside the window and his heart was turbulent. He was always quite conceited and thought he was a wise person. He was smart, he was tolerant, and he was wise, but now he had some recognition of his own strength.
Chapter completed!