Hidden marriage wife, wild turn

Chapter 518 If I am lucky, can you give me a chance
"You stopped me and didn't let me go because you were afraid that if something happened to us, the children would not be taken care of or that I would be in danger?" On the private plane, Fu Sicheng asked Song Rao.

The latter pretended not to hear and watched the news on TV.

"The time Zhou Qing drugged me three years ago, I already knew there was medicine in the wine." Fu Sicheng said suddenly.

Song Rao's eyelashes moved slightly, but her expression remained the same.

"I thought at the time, if we could have a child, I would be able to find a way out for myself, and our relationship would naturally ease. will not be separated."

In the end, the child was born, but the two separated because of a misunderstanding. Fu Sicheng was very glad that he found him.

I was hurt like that by her, but I still never thought of really separating from her, and even used this method to think about having a child to tie the two of them firmly, and find a step for myself, Song Rao The hand holding the water glass tightened. To this day, she still doesn't know why Fu Sicheng loves her so deeply.

The more he opened his heart to her, the more he let her know how much he loved her, the more Song Rao couldn't bear such affection and retreated timidly, wanting to escape, the more he felt that he owed him, I'm sorry He was not good enough for him, so he ruthlessly ignored him, and let him feel lost and sad until he gave up.

The plane landed at Yangon Airport, and the two then transferred to the helicopter that had been waiting here early and flew to the camp.

The helicopter hovered over the camp, and before getting off the plane, Fu Sicheng suddenly grabbed Song Rao.

"When you were resting just now, I drew up two divorce agreements. I have signed them and left them on the plane. You can pick them up at any time. Brother Sangbo was killed by my people. I think he is more important than your life. I want my life, so if I die unfortunately, I can't control you if you want to take care of the children alone, or want to be with Lian Sheng, but if my life is fatal, Song Rao, can you give me a chance? "

Song Rao's heart trembled, and she restrained herself from turning her head: "Fu Zongfu has a great life, so he will be safe." After speaking, he pulled his arm out of Fu Sicheng's hand and went down.

Qin Zhao was waiting outside: "Sister Rao."

Song Rao: "Lian Sheng and Uncle Liu haven't come back yet."

Qin Zhao: "No, there is no news, and now I don't even know where they are." Seeing Fu Sicheng get off the helicopter, Qin Zhao immediately frowned: "Sister Rao, he..."

Song Rao: "The situation is grim. Now is not the time to care about personal grievances. It is safe to join hands with 791."

So Qin Zhao glanced at Fu Sicheng, and left him very unwelcome.Song Rao and Qin Zhao walked ahead while talking.

"Has the child come back yet? Is it released to Thailand? I will increase my manpower to protect the child, lest the insidious thing of Sangbo will attack the child." Qin Zhao said.

Song Rao: "No, the country is safer."

When Qin Zhao heard this, he immediately turned his head and glanced at Fu Sicheng unkindly, feeling sorry for Lian Sheng in his heart.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when Song Rao and the others arrived at the camp, and they didn't have time to eat. The group took out a map to guess where Sangbo might tie him up, and prepared a rescue plan. Sheng and Lao Liu.

"Boss, you are back, are you all right? Has anyone been rescued?" Qin Zhao immediately stepped forward.

However, Lian Sheng stared at Song Rao without saying a word, and Song Rao met his gaze and met his gaze. It was obvious that Lian Sheng was angry with her, but Song Rao was frank, and she did not do anything wrong to him.

Fu Sicheng accidentally knocked over the water glass on the table, interrupting the two people's gaze, and also drew Lian Sheng's gaze.

The two looked at each other, like swords and swords, as if they wanted to overthrow the house.Lian Sheng's knife-like eyes swept across Fu Sicheng's face, ignoring the few people sitting in a circle in the middle of the room, walked to the chair by the window and sat down with a murderous look still in his body.

(End of this chapter)