After her hidden marriage with the actor, she turned wild

Chapter 127 A Slap in the Face (7)

He reversed the car and stopped silently on the side of the road.

There was a big void in my heart that was sad and desolate, and I couldn't fill it no matter what.

He picked up a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

A large amount of nicotine hit his lungs hard, causing him to cough and not spit it out for a long time.

After smoking several cigarettes in a row, he thought of her proud character, picked up his cell phone, and made a call.

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Qiao Lian was in the room, worrying about how to eat.

If you go downstairs, the nanny will definitely see your face, and put on a mask. I'm afraid it's not good, right?
She hung her head in frustration, and the phone rang.

Open it, and found that there is a constant flow of people in the WeChat group @她.

[The flow is endless: Qiao Lian, are you the reporter who was beaten up on Weibo? @乔恋]

Qiao Lian was taken aback, and hurriedly opened Weibo, only to find the video on it.

She immediately clenched her hands, this Su Meimei!
It's not something honorable to be beaten up, so what did you do to make it known all over the world?
But Chuanliu has been her friend for so many years, and she is unwilling to deceive her.

So, after thinking about it, she replied, "Yes."

The people in the endless stream and the group immediately expressed their concern for her.

Qiao Lian was chatting when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Then she heard the voice of Butler Li outside, "Madam, the food is ready. Madam has something to do with her. Can I bring the people here to help? Are you alone, will there be any problems?"

In one sentence, Qiao Lian's eyes lit up instantly, "No problem!"

Then I suddenly heard a loud noise outside: "Housekeeper Li, Ah Lu's leg was hurt. I took Mr.'s high-quality ointment and used it on her. It's on the coffee table in the living room. Don't throw it away."

After a while, everyone in the villa left.

Qiao Lian pushed open the door, and went downstairs generously, feeling that God really helped me today!
The food on the table in the dining room was very rich, and she ate it to her heart's content.

After eating, I was about to go upstairs when I suddenly saw a box of ointment on the coffee table.

In the hospital, the doctor suggested to prescribe this ointment for her, but she refused it because it was too expensive. Now...it's useless, isn't it?

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Shen Liangchuan was downstairs and stayed until it was dark. Seeing that the lights upstairs had gone out, he waited for a while before getting out of the car, quietly pushed open the door of the villa, and slowly went upstairs.

He didn't feel relieved if he didn't see her face with his own eyes.

The door of the master bedroom was not locked. He pushed it open and walked in, only to find Qiao Lian lying on his side on the bed, already fast asleep.

Walking slowly to the bedside, under the light of the dim bedside lamp, he could see that she was in a deep sleep, her hair was swollen and her cheeks were swollen, and there was an obvious wound on her right cheek, which was so long. Even if a scratch is healed, it will leave a scar, right?
Thinking of this, his eyes turned cold.

In the silent night, he stared at her face for a long time, and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her wound, but his hand paused in mid-air for a while, and finally he didn't dare to touch it.

He didn't leave until late at night.

Going downstairs, going out, and sitting back in his car, he picked up his cell phone and made a call.

Song Cheng quickly answered, sleepy: "Hey, brother Shen, do you want to let people sleep in the middle of the night?"

Shen Liangchuan stared fixedly at the front, "Yesterday, you said that there was a production press conference that invited me to join in. I remember that the male number three of the production team was Wang Wenhao?"

(End of this chapter)