CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

Twenty minutes ago, Lu Yiran gently cleaned Han Zhiyu up and covered her with his coat. He got up and returned to the driver's seat. The car started again.    

The speed of the car returned to normal along the way.    

Until the car stopped on the parking platform. . .    

When the car stopped, Han Zhiyu had already gotten up from the back seat. The coat on her body slid off and she did not pull it.    

Just now, when Lu Yiran helped her clean up, he also helped her tidy up her clothes. He clearly made her feel so much pain, but he let her gently clean up the mess. He did not feel happy. He only felt that it was a bit funny.    

Han Zhiyu's legs were still hurting. When she got up, she could still feel the tearing pain when she pulled her body.    

When her legs fell from the seat, her face turned pale.    

She saw that after Lu Yiran parked the car, he immediately opened the door and got out of the car. He walked to the back seat and opened the door. She opened the door from the other side and got out of the car.    

When her legs touched the ground, Han Zhiyu's body swayed unsteadily.    

It really hurt.    

Lu Yiran opened the car door and missed. He immediately took his coat and went around to the other side. He put the coat on Han Zhiyu's shoulder from behind.    

Han Zhiyu's slow pace suddenly sped up. She hurriedly turned to the side and looked at him. She asked coldly, "Is it meaningful?"    

She had just forced her to do that just now. Was there any meaning in doing all of this now?    

Lu Yiran looked at Han Zhiyu's cold face under the night sky and clenched his hands tightly.    

Han Zhiyu's body was very uncomfortable, especially the tearing pain from her legs. She did not look at Lu Yiran's expression under the night sky and continued to move. She gritted her teeth and walked to the door step by step. She opened the door and walked in. Her figure quickly disappeared from his sight.    

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Lu Yiran sat on the sofa and took one mouthful after another. He was smoking in a way that was close to maiming himself. The originally empty urn in front of him quickly had a few new cigarette butts.    

When he pressed the fifth cigarette butt again, Lu Yiran looked down at the time on his wrist with a gloomy expression. It had been almost half an hour since he called.    

Regarding Han Zhiyu, Lu Yiran did not have the patience to wait. His mind was filled with the blood on the wet tissue when he wiped Han Zhiyu.    

He reached out and took the black thin phone that was placed at the side. He found Dr. Jiang and dialed. . .    

"Dr. Jiang!"    

"Sorry, Mr. Lu, there was a small accident on the way. I have reached the door as fast as I can. . . "    

Before Dr. Jiang could finish his words, the door was pulled open from the inside. Lu Yiran appeared in his line of sight. He spread his hands in front of him, simple and crude.    

When he saw Mr. Lu standing in front of him, Dr. Jiang had a puzzled look on his face.    

He was originally resting, but he was summoned by Lu Yiran with a fatal button. At that time, he heard Lu Yiran say that he had hurt Mrs Lu.    

Dr. Jiang was so scared that he immediately ran all the way over, and even charged into three red lights.    

"Director Lu, Mrs Lu, she. . . " Dr. Jiang carefully asked.    

"Give it to me. " Lu Yiran's arm was still there. He looked at him coldly, as if he did not want to say anything.    

Dr. Jiang looked at Lu Yiran's eyes. He had never seen him so tired before.    

Although his expression was as calm as before, the complex emotions between his eyebrows made it obvious that he was anxious and couldn't control himself from hurting his wife. Now, his heart ached so much.    

Without any delay, she took out something from her pocket and handed it to him. She could not help but remind him, "Director Lu, Mrs Lu's health has always been not very good. If possible, you should pay more attention to the next time you go to the house. "    

"Yes. " Lu Yiran's face was calm. He lowered his head to look at the thing in his hand and said softly, "There is nothing else for you here. You can go back now. "    

Dr. Jiang originally had the duty of a doctor. He wanted to say a few more words, but after seeing Lu Yiran's attitude, he could only sigh in his heart and turn around.    

Han Zhiyu dragged her heavy footsteps and walked step by step into the house. After entering, she closed the door and continued to walk upstairs.    

There were no footsteps behind her. It was a little difficult for Han Zhiyu to walk. It was really painful. Every step she took would tear the wound. The pain made her heart tighten.    

When he was in the car just now, he did not care about her feelings at all.    

He clearly knew that she was not ready yet, but he still did not care.    

He clearly knew that it would be difficult for her to bear him, not to mention today's situation.    

She truly felt pain, as if her body had been forcefully torn in half.    

This kind of pain was even more painful than the first time the two of them had experienced it.    

The more pain she felt, the more she resisted, and the more aggrieved she felt in her heart.    

This man was the man she had placed in the bottom of her heart, and he was also the man who had compromised and given in step by step. Because, from the beginning, it had been an agreement, and the difference in status between the two of them was huge. She had clearly tried very hard to catch up to him.    

But why did he do this to her?    

Furthermore, what right did he have to do such a thing to hurt her!    

Those extremely forceful interrogation, who did she belong to. . .    

She wanted to say that she belonged to him. But she said. . . Was she his?    

Apart from satisfying his big man's attention, what could change the outcome?    

Since he wasn't pretending to be her in his heart, then her reply was just a joke.    

She didn't want it!    

Step by step, she felt pain as she walked into her room and reached out to close the door.    

Han Zhiyu directly walked to the bedside and laid on it.    

There was no sound behind her and he did not follow her. Han Zhiyu could not help but heave a sigh of relief. After lying down for a while to recover, she took out her phone from her pocket.    

She pressed the button and found that it was turned off. Han Zhiyu frowned slightly and did not pay much attention to it. She thought that she accidentally touched the switch button and pressed Hee Yuanze's number with her thumb.    

Lu Yiran's attack just now was heavy, and she was taken away in a hurry. She did not have time to check Hee Yuanze's injuries, so she could not help but worry.    

Before the phone rang twice, the other end of the phone had been picked up. Hee Yuanze's gentle voice came from the other end of the line.    

Lu Yiran closed the door and went upstairs. After a few steps, he stood outside Han Zhiyu's room. He held the medicine in his pocket and lifted one hand to knock on the door. He thought for a moment, and his hand fell down. He reached out and twisted it.    

The door was not locked, so Lu Yiran directly opened it and entered.    

"Yuanze!"    

As soon as he opened the door, Lu Yiran heard Han Zhiyu's worried and nervous voice. She called, Yuanze. . .    

Hee Yuanze!    

She was calling Hee Yuanze!    

Han Zhiyu was originally lying on the bed, but when the line connected, Hee Yuanze's voice came from the other side.    

"Zhiyu, are you alright?"    

His first sentence was to ask if she was alright.    

There did not seem to be any problems with his voice, but after he finished speaking, the sound of his heavy breathing caught her attention.    

Her heart instantly jumped to her throat.    

She had seen how ruthless Lu Yiran's actions were.    

Every punch and every kick used 100% of his strength. If an ordinary person were to withstand such punches and kicks, they would definitely fall to the ground and not be able to get up.    

She was taken away by Lu Yiran and left alone in the same spot as Hee Yuanze.    

She had made this call to confirm if he was alright.    

If he was seriously injured, she would let him go to the hospital.    

Today was his birthday, so she definitely couldn't ignore the fact that he had been beaten up for no reason.    

Furthermore, Lu Yiran's fighting style was completely to take Hee Yuanze's life.    

"Yuanze. . . "    

How are you?    

Han Zhiyu struggled to sit up from the bed and supported herself with one arm on the bed. Before she could ask a question of concern, the phone in her hand was suddenly snatched away by a big hand.