Sheng Mian's consciousness was very groggy, but she could clearly feel the pain and the car that kept driving.
There was a smell of gasoline in the car, which made her vomit.
The man's voice lingered in her ears, and she even felt his hands wandering around her body.
The car hasn't stopped yet, and the man doesn't dare to do anything else.
Until the car stalled in an abandoned factory. It was not far from the city, but it was being demolished recently. There was no one at night, and there were only cold machines parked on the side of the road.
Sheng Mian was thrown to the ground, and when she opened her eyes in a daze, two men, one fat and one thin, stood in front of her, their eyes glued directly to her body.
"Don't tell me, this woman is really pretty. I've never seen anyone so pretty."
"Brother, you come first. When you are satisfied with your play, I will also drink the soup."
The man who was called eldest brother puffed up his stomach with joy. He hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed one of Sheng Mian's legs and dragged him this way.
Sheng Mian struggled helplessly, and her palms were cut red by the gravel on the ground.
The pain caused her to wake up briefly, and she slapped her quickly.
"roll!"
The man received this slap and was so angry that he grabbed her hair.
"I think you are tired of living!"
He raised his hand and slapped him back.
Sheng Mian's mouth was filled with the taste of blood, and her eyes were scarlet.
The man's hand had already reached the collar and tore her coat open.
Sheng Mian opened her mouth, but not a single word came out.
Powerless and hopeless.
She would rather die if she was defiled by such a man.
When hope was shattered, the sound of cars and the wailing of men could be heard in my ears.
She forced herself to open her eyes, but she only saw a black suit with a familiar cold pine smell.
Beads of cold sweat dropped from her forehead. She swallowed, and heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground again, as well as the curses of the two men.
But the scoldings soon turned into calls for mercy. Sheng Mian was unable to look, so she quickly picked up a stone and held it in her hand. The sharp pain finally allowed her to regain some clarity and see clearly who was coming.
A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he quickly realized that he must have dialed the wrong number at random.
Fu Yancheng hugged her sideways and walked directly to the car.
The two men had already been controlled. At this moment, they probably knew that they had provoked a big shot. They were so scared that they shrank their necks and did not dare to say a word.
After Sheng Mian got in the car, she felt extremely hot all over.
But that time in the hotel was embarrassing enough. At this moment, she could only huddle in the corner as much as possible, close to the car window, trying to use the coldness of the car window glass to cool herself down.
But this little bit of coldness is simply insignificant.
The stone in the palm of her hand had edges and corners. It was a very small piece, and it had become hot when she held it. The sharp edges cut the palm of her hand, and blood flowed out.
Fu Yancheng originally didn't want to care about her. After all, he came to save people out of kindness, but now he heard her slightly sobbing voice and froze.
Sheng Mian's palm hung to one side, and blood stains ran down the palm and flowed into the seat.
Fu Yancheng glanced at it, took the handkerchief, stuffed it into his palm, and then took the mobile phone from Qi Shen.
This mobile phone was sleeping. It just fell on the ground and has been picked up.
He handed her the phone.
"Call your husband."
Sheng Mian's consciousness was a little blurry at the moment and she didn't hear the words clearly. She only raised her hazy eyes to look at him.
Fu Yancheng grabbed her uninjured hand and handed her the phone.
