Chapter 824 Chen Bao extra (22)
After he finished speaking, he grabbed Zhou Mian's fist and pushed her down onto the bed.
The blow was quite forceful; any talk of showing mercy was nonsense. Zhou Mian felt as if her limbs were about to be shattered.
However, this was not the most devastating thing for her, because she discovered that she couldn't use her fists, but her entire body!
Suddenly remembering the decadent smell she'd caught when she entered, she snapped to attention, turned to glare at President Zhao, and demanded, "You drugged me?!"
"Drugs? Don't put it so harshly," Mr. Zhao chuckled as he walked over. "It's just something to liven things up, something that will make us both happier, so why not?"
Just as Mr. Zhao was about to lean down and press down on her, Zhou Mian turned her head and rolled to the side, sliding directly off the side of the bed, and then turned and ran away.
Mr. Zhao never expected that a woman who had already been drugged could still be so agile, and he immediately narrowed his eyes.
"Little beauty, now that you're here, don't even think about running away. Sooner or later you'll be under my thumb anyway. If you behave now, I'll let you suffer less. But if you really upset me, you won't get this treatment."
"Go to hell! You're such a lump of flesh, weighing several hundred pounds. I'd be disgusted even if you weren't. You're so old, have some shame!" Since she was determined to tear off the mask of civility, Zhou Mian was too lazy to pretend anymore and decided to just do whatever she wanted.
"Grandpa, have you ever looked in the mirror? Your eye bags are practically drooping down to your stomach. You look like a steamed bun that's been drained of its life force. Oh no, calling you a steamed bun is an insult to steamed buns. You're at best a mixture of three kinds of dough, and a tough, hard one at that that even a mouse wouldn't want to bite."
"With your looks, you think you can mess with young girls? Is your ugliness what gives you your confidence?"
Zhou Mian kept talking, and at first, President Zhao listened, but he gradually got so angry that his fat trembled all over. Finally, he gritted his teeth, got up, and went to grab Zhou Mian.
This is where the advantage of having a large private room becomes apparent.
He chased, she fled, and the two of them began circling the entire room.
Mr. Zhao's goal was to teach this arrogant woman a lesson, while Zhou Mian's goal was only one thing—to buy time.
She knew that if she could just hold on a little longer, the problem would most likely be solved.
After running for a while, she felt her steps getting heavier and heavier due to the effects of the medication, and her whole body felt so hot that she felt like she was about to explode.
And that General Manager Zhao wasn't much better off.
He stayed in the room for even longer. Not to mention that he usually neglected his exercise, and when he ran, he had to drag his several hundred pounds of flesh along. He was panting heavily in no time, looking like he was about to faint at any moment.
Zhou Mian pondered that if they were to fight now, it was hard to say who would be able to take down whom.
It's clear that Mr. Zhao was also aware of this problem.
He stopped in the living room, looked at Zhou Mian not far away, and, panting heavily, clutched his knees: "You can run, I'll let you run again!"
As he spoke, he pressed the watch on his wrist.
Instantly, two burly men pushed open the door and entered: "Boss!"
With a sinister grin, President Zhao said to the two men beside him, "Go, grab that little bitch and put her on the bed, tie her up!"
"yes!"
The moment the two people entered, Zhou Mian sensed something was wrong.
Seeing the two men walking towards her, she gritted her teeth and ran to the edge of the balcony: "If you dare touch me, I'll jump off!"
"Ha, threatening me?" After resting for a while, President Zhao finally caught his breath. With the help of his subordinates, he slowly walked to a spot not far from Zhou Mian, pointed at the window, and said, "Go ahead and jump if you dare!"
This is the seventh floor. Jumping down there is absolutely no chance of survival.
However, Zhou Mian still went to push the window without hesitation—but she couldn't move it.
Undeterred, she pushed the window outward with all her might, but it still wouldn't budge.
At that moment, Zhou Mian admitted that he really wanted to curse.
This place is so cramped, you can't even open a window!
Mr. Zhao laughed until tears streamed down his face: "I advise you to save your energy. Do you think you're the first person standing here threatening to jump? Let me tell you, all the windows here are sealed shut. Even a god couldn't open them! You'd better just surrender obediently."
He then walked over step by step and reached out his hand to Zhou Mian.
Zhou Mian felt a wave of despair as she looked at the fat pig's chubby paws.
Is that unreliable man any good? She's been dealing with him for so long, and the police he promised to be there are nowhere to be seen!
Just a second before Mr. Zhao was about to touch Zhou Mian.
A loud "crack" resounded.
The window right next to her was violently smashed from the outside, sending shards of glass flying everywhere inside!
Mr. Zhao was standing by the glass window when he was pricked so badly he was like a hedgehog. He immediately howled and covered his face, crying out, "My face, my face..."
The turn of events was so sudden that Zhou Mian stared blankly at Murong Chen, who had broken through the window from the outside, and for a moment thought she had encountered a superhero.
He was still wearing his usual black T-shirt, which was fitted to his body and accentuated his strong physique.
After he kicked the car in from outside, he completely ignored the boss's howling and went straight to Zhou Mian's side: "How are you? Are you alright?"
Zhou Mian was still in shock, staring at him blankly, "You... how did you get here..."
What she really wanted to ask him was why he had appeared in this way.
Even if he wants to leave, can't he just use the door?
This kind of entrance is just too...cool!
Murong Chen said somewhat helplessly, "There should be quite a few people like him on this floor. The guards are very strict. I roughly estimate that the door is impassable."
Zhou Mian wanted to ask him how he managed to fall from the sky, but obviously President Zhao next to her didn't want to give her the chance.
His screams of slaughter hadn't stopped, and now hearing the two of them even arguing, he felt like killing someone: "What are you two standing there for! Arrest this guy!"
The two burly men were clearly stunned by Murong Chen's actions.
It wasn't until General Manager Zhao shouted at the top of his lungs that they came back to their senses.
The two responded immediately and rushed towards Murong Chen.
As soon as Murong Chen entered the room, he smelled a decadent atmosphere. Having studied traditional Chinese medicine with Kong Wange for so long since childhood, he instantly recognized what the medicine was for, and his expression grew even colder.
Without saying a word, he raised his hand to meet the two people, but the next moment a handkerchief was placed over his nose.
Zhou Mian's voice rang in his ear: "Be careful, this room isn't clean!"
Murong Chen's heart softened, and he said in a low voice, "I know, go to the window and get some fresh air, so you don't get hurt again."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and went to meet the two of them.
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