Youyao looked at the man's hard and handsome face and the action of shooting the scarred man. He only felt it was awesome.
Considering the original host was a college graduate just entering society, it was inevitable that being too composed might raise suspicion.
"Ah..."
She suddenly possessed the spirit of a melodrama queen, began to tremble all over, the appearance seemed to be scared by the scene, screamed one time, and then fainted.
Chen Zhongyuan's expression changed slightly, casually throwing the gun aside, and with a long stride, he caught her before her body could collapse to the ground.
Glancing at the rope binding her body, a violent rage flashed in his eyes.
He kicked the scattered long knives on the ground, grabbed one in his hand, and lightly cut the rope.
The rope fell to the ground, and the long knife was thrown aside.
Chen Zhongyuan carried Yuyao horizontally and brought her back to the half-mountain villa.
Zhou Chen had already been waiting in the villa. On the way, Chen Zhongyuan had called him over.
He is Chen Zhongyuan's personal doctor, serving only Chen Zhongyuan alone.
He originally thought that Chen Zhongyuan must have something wrong, which led him to be called over at this ungodly hour.
But after a while, he saw Chen Zhongyuan hurriedly return to the villa with a woman who was covered in blood in his arms.
"Mr. Chen, what's going on?"
Zhou Chen quickly approached, and he recognized Yuyao at a glance. He had previously treated this girl's face at the Peninsula Hotel.
He still had some impression of it.
"How did she end up like this? This is terrifying."
He frowned and asked.
"Don't waste time, quickly examine her."
Chen Zhongyuan carried Yuyao upstairs, gently placing her on the luxurious large bed in the room, and furrowing his brow at Zhou Chen, who was following with a medical bag.
His tone was not good.
Zhou Chen knew Chen Zhongyuan was annoyed, but he didn't mind.
He placed the medical box aside in his hand, quickly opened it, took out the medical instruments he had brought, and began a full-body examination of Yuyao.
A moment later.
Zhou Chen put down the medical instruments in his hand and turned to Chen Zhongyuan, "She's not in serious trouble. She just suffered some skin injuries and shock. I've already treated her wounds and bandaged them. You tell her not to touch the wounds with water, and I'll come over to change her dressings in the afternoon."
"By the way, don't let her work for the next couple of days. Let her rest properly."
Zhou Chen repeated his instructions.
He already knew that this woman had become Chen Zhongyuan's secretary.
Chen Zhongyuan nodded slightly, walked to the bedside, and sat down, looking down at the disheveled girl on the bed.
The girl had her eyes tightly closed, a pale face, and no trace of color. She lay quietly there, like a broken doll, which made him extremely heartbroken.
He felt his heart being twisted tightly, very uncomfortable.
He dared not imagine what the consequences would be if he had been delayed by another step.
Yuyao didn't faint at all, she was just pretending, but as she kept pretending, she really fell asleep.
Chen Zhongyuan tenderly caressed her eyebrows and eyes, bending down and lightly kissing her lips, full of tenderness.
The person was saved, and his tense nerves from the whole night relaxed. Now, he felt exhausted all over and was incredibly sleepy.
He freshened up and ate something to fill his stomach. Then, he lay down by her side and fell asleep.
He held her in a big embrace, gently wrapped her in his arms, and soon fell asleep.
Zhou Chen had left at some point, and the room was quiet and peaceful, only the even and light breathing sounds of the two remained.
The morning in Hong Kong is like an unrolled canvas, full of poetry and art.
Zhou Jiatong got up early today because her friend had invited her to have brunch.
She hurriedly dressed up and drove out with her bag in hand.
But when she was only halfway in her car, several cars encircled her, forcing her to stop.
Zhou Jiatong's temper flared instantly. She pressed down the window and half of her body leaned out of the car, swearing at the car in front of her that was blocking her way: "Hey, how do you drive? Get out of my way right now!"
Several men wearing sunglasses got off the cars and quickly approached.
Zhou Jiatong was also a little scared. She immediately realized that these people were blocking her on purpose.
Before she could react, the men had rushed to her window and violently smashed her car door. They roughly dragged her out of the car.
"What are you doing? Let me go! Do you know who I am? My father won't let you off!"
Zhou Jiatong's anger boiled over, and she shouted at the men.
"Haha… Even if your father comes, he can't save you. Come with us…"
The men roughly dragged her towards the sedan parked in front.
Zhou Jiatong was very scared at that moment. She wanted to call for help, but her phone and bag were stolen by the attackers.
She cursed at them angrily, saying whatever was unpleasant, completely without the image of a rich girl.
She was like a street fighting woman.
"Keep quiet, you son of a bitch."
One of the men was angered by her swearing, and directly slapped her.
Zhou Jiatong's half-face instantly swelled up, and blood oozed from her mouth. She dared not curse anymore.
The men roughly bound her hands and feet, and directly stuffed her into a limousine.
"Let me go. Do you want money? How much do you want? I can give it to you. Just let me go…"
Zhou Jiatong was extremely scared, but she made every effort to stay calm and coaxed them.
Zhou Jiatong thought she had encountered bandits. As the daughter of a real estate tycoon, it was not strange for someone to want to kidnap her.
She was regretting why she didn't have a bodyguard with her like Chen Zhongyuan, so she wouldn't have encountered such an event.
The men seemed to find her too loud, so they simply sealed her mouth with duct tape.
With her mouth sealed with duct tape, Zhou Jiatong couldn't say anything anymore, and could only make muffled sounds or give those who kidnapped her a fierce stare with her eyes.
"The boss ordered to take her to the Philippines and dispose of her. We'll fly there on a private jet; the pilot is already waiting over there."
A man inside the car said to his companion.
"Understood."
The driver in front replied, and the limousine quickly left.
These men spoke without concealing their words from Zhou Jiatong, mainly because in their eyes, she was already a dead person.
Zhou Jiatong realized that these people were not kidnappers, but those who were going to kill her. She became increasingly scared in her heart.
She had no time to think about who was going to kill her. Her eyes were filled with terror, and she violently twisted and struggled, even trying to hit the window with her head.
Trying to jump out of the window.
A man inside the car scolded her for being too noisy, and with a flick of his wrist, he chopped her across the neck. Zhou Jiatong immediately fainted.
This was completely quiet now.
After about ten minutes, a huge silver private jet was speeding down the runway, accompanied by a series of loud roars, as it gradually accelerated and soared into the azure sky.
It wasn't until 2.5 hours later that the plane landed at an airport in a city in the Philippines.
After several turns, Zhou Jiatong was taken to a remote village in the Philippines by several men.
The men dragged her out of the limousine and took her to a forest with very few people, where they threw her onto the ground.
Zhou Jiatong fell onto the ground, sitting with her hands and feet bound, her mouth sealed with duct tape, unable to speak, and her eyes filled with fear.
"Mwahaha…"
Please, please let me go.
Zhou Jiatong looked at the few men in front of her with pleading eyes and kept twisting and struggling on the ground.
She wanted to speak, but couldn't, only making sounds of "uh-uh."
Zhou Jiatong knew that these people had brought her here to kill her, and she was terrified that she might faint from fear.
But she knew she couldn't faint.
She still didn't understand who wanted to kill her.
In fact, as soon as she saw that private plane, she had a vague guess, but dared not believe it.
She dared not believe that the man she liked since childhood would kill her for another woman.
The men ignored her struggling and pleading, and directly pulled out a gun and pointed it at her, their expressions cold.
Seeing a gun pointed at her, Zhou Jiatong was scared to death, and her expression became increasingly terrified.
To save her life, she abandoned all dignity and pride of a rich girl, fell to her knees, and kept begging for mercy on the ground.
