Due to excessive blood loss and fatigue, Song Yan lost her original alertness and slept drowsy all night without any consciousness.

Now that Song Yan thinks about it again, she only doubts whether she fell asleep or fainted.

When she regained her mind again, she felt someone was patting her face.

Song Yan is still trapped in a nightmare.

In the dream, she was chased constantly and could not escape no matter what. Then she ran faster and faster, and more and more people were chasing her behind. Just as the person in front was about to catch her, Song Yan suddenly opened her eyes.

There is an enlarged face in front of me.

Song Yan sighed in his heart that there is such a handsome man in this world.

The next second, the mind returned, and Song Yan widened his eyes and screamed.

But her voice was covered in her mouth by the man.

Song Yan opened her eyes wide in horror and took nearly half a minute to accept the fact that the man in front of her was the person she rescued.

He was obviously lifeless last night, but now this man looks more energetic than her?

Song Yan is demented.

She had thought that people like them must have stronger recovery ability than normal people, and this man has a high probability of being able to withstand it.

But it's not so exaggerating.

Why did he become so lively when one night passed?

“What are you afraid of?

I am a human and not a ghost. Don’t yell like a woman. What if someone attracts me?"

The man's voice was a little hoarse, but it still did not affect his magnetism.

"You saved me last night."

Song Yan couldn't help but roll her eyes.

I am a woman.

Looking at the original but very effective bandage on his body, the man knew that the woman in front of him was very attentive to treat him.

When Song Yan was asleep, he looked at Song Yan carefully. Even though she fell asleep, her right leg still looked awkward. With the fixed tiles on it, he knew that the woman's leg was broken.

With his broken leg, he was able to take care of him so thoughtfully that the man's heart couldn't help but touched him.

After experiencing the knife wound on his body, there was no pain at all. With the bitterness in his mouth, the man knew that she had fed her medicine.

Usually too many people respect and support him, but most people are because of his status. However, like now, a stranger who does not know his identity but can give all his help to him, so the man is naturally moved.

But he won't express it.

Looking at Song Yan, he just said, "I won't let you save me for nothing. I'll give you the compensation you want after you go out."

Song Yan shook her head.

"Why, do you think we can't get out, or do you want me not?"

The man was a little unhappy when he saw Song Yan rejecting him.

"Also, I don't like to owe favors. If you don't want anything, I will give you money directly, and the amount is up to you."

Seeing Song Yan's clothes that were sluggish, she could not see her original clothes at all, the man guessed that she was probably not rich.

Money is the most useful to the poor.

So men think they have given very generous conditions.

If an acquaintance hears a man say this, his chin will definitely fall off.

He is a top ten global wealth rankings for many years, not to mention that these incomes are just the open income that does not include hidden income.

He was described as the top rich people since they were not enough.

Song Yan should be grateful, but she still shook her head.

The man was not as calm as he was at the beginning: "You don't want money either, then what do you want?"

He didn't think Song Yan had any more excessive intentions, because the two of them didn't know each other and didn't know each other's identity. Moreover, he was so seriously injured yesterday, so it was a question whether he could wake up. This woman must have not thought about saving him.

For some reason, the man trusted Song Yan very much.

Song Yan looked at the man frowning, as if he was very worried, and couldn't help but curse in his heart: You fool, you let go of me if you want me to speak. How can I answer you if you cover my mouth like this?

I have to say that a man’s ability should be far above her.

Song Yan is considered top among bodyguards, but in order to act low-key, Song Yan usually does not reveal her full strength.

This is to reduce trouble for yourself.

But just now, Song Yan wanted to break free from the man's shackles, but found that he could not use any strength. It turned out that the man had subconsciously seized his life.

Who is this man?

And just now, I could agree to any conditions and say how much money she could ask for. The man must be very rich.

Is he a rich man?

But in theory, the rich should not have such good skills. They have the ability and capital to hire the best bodyguard team.

"You talk!"

The man's voice interrupted Song Yan's thoughts.

Song Yan sighed silently. As expected, the beautiful people are all vases. Do you only care about talking and not checking what is happening now?

He covered his mouth tightly, how could he speak?

It was unrealistic to make the man react. Maybe when he found out, he would be suffocated to death, so Song Yan tried his best to relax his body and reduce the confrontation between the two.

Then Song Yan blinked gently.

The man was slightly stunned.

The woman under her was clear eyes and her face was like peach blossoms. Her slender eyelashes seemed to be thorning on his heart, itchy.

The man subconsciously let go of his hand.

Song Yan pushed the man away, but the quick-witted man didn't have time to dodge and sat straight on the ground. The wound on his body stinged for a few seconds due to the vibration.

"You let go of your hand and let me talk. Are you a fool?"

Song Yan got up and beat and scolded him.

"I'm going to be suffocated by you."

The man was not angry, but apologized without any guilt: "Sorry, I forgot."

Seeing that he had no regrets, Song Yan was speechless.

But she didn't bother with this person.

"The injuries on your body are healing very quickly."

Song Yan looked around the man.

"This is life-long, I was still alive yesterday."

Song Yan admitted that she was a little jealous of his perverted repair ability.

“This is nothing.”

Men don't find it strange.

"If you can get used to the days when you get hurt every day, this kind of skin trauma is a trivial matter for you."

In a word, Song Yan knew that he was definitely not simple.

But when I saw him, I knew that he had an extraordinary identity. At this moment, Song Yan had no intention of regret or fear.
Chapter completed!