Ziyang's whole heart was wet. Fu Hong carried her to the car, forced her into the car, and stood outside the car with lust.
Fu Hong stood up straight and looked at Dong Zhuo who was still standing motionless at the door of the breakfast shop from a distance. His hands clenched and the joints creaked: Dong Zhuo, I will not let you go!
A gaze as cold as iron was shot from a distance, and Dong Zhuo leaned against the wall for a moment. A trace of indescribable pain flashed in his eyes. What on earth did he just say!
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Ziyang put her fist to her mouth, bit it hard, and struggled to swallow the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes.
She looked at the furious Fu Hong and felt extremely uncomfortable, as if the word "dirty" was written in his eyes as he looked at her.
Ziyang swallowed hard. She didn't know why she wanted to explain. She just didn't want her image in his heart to plummet. Even though she felt that she didn't have much image in his heart in the first place, a drunken woman who acted like a hooligan to him would.
What a good image?
But she stubbornly wanted to explain: "I didn't."
"Don't cry!"
"I really didn't—"
Before she even finished her words, Fu Hong slammed the car door, and then his whole body was like an angry dragon that was annoyed, his sharp eyes exuding powerful eyes without concealing it.
His mind was filled with Dong Zhuo's words, "Do you know what's the most sensitive part of her body? Do you know who she gave almost all her firsts from a little girl to a tall girl?" He admitted that he was jealous, extremely jealous.
Almost going crazy.
Fu Hong had to admit that he could not erase her past, and his failure appeared too late.
However, he did not want to be carried away by jealousy, nor did he want to hear more topics about their past coming out of Dong Zhuo's mouth.
He had been trying not to touch this beast, but today he actually came out to beat him!
Ziyang made sure to sit in the car with her knees on her knees, making fists with one hand, biting her fist tightly in her mouth, and could not suppress the trembling in her heart.
Xiao Junjun was sleeping soundly in the back seat when he suddenly heard a noise and saw Mommy's whole body trembling.
"Mommy, Mommy, what's wrong with you?"
Ziyang was so angry that she couldn't speak.
Her eyes fell momentarily outside the car, on the man who was also furious.
Fu Hong walked towards Dong Zhuo unhurriedly, took off his suit unhurriedly, threw it on the ground, and unbuttoned the collar and cuffs of his shirt unhurriedly. The whole process was surprisingly quiet.
It was so quiet that the air around it seemed to be stagnant.
Seeing Fu Hongchen's solemn face and menacing approach, Dong Zhuo slowly rolled up his sleeves to his upper arms, exposing his muscular arms, waiting to teach this man who suddenly appeared next to Yang Yang a lesson.
Yangyang, that’s his woman!
Now that a man appeared out of nowhere, took her under his wings, and even touched her, Dong Zhuo couldn't bear to swallow this sigh of relief.
This kind of man is truly the scum of scum.
He is obviously married and is the husband of another woman; yet he still has the nerve to say that Yangyang is his woman, where does he put Yangyang?
Beat him to death!
We also need to let him know that not every woman in this world can be bullied by him casually.
Moreover, he bullies so freely without any guilt!
"Bang!" Fu Hong punched without hesitation, and the punch was fast, hard and spicy.
The murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised, and the wind in his palm was like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month. He used a lot of force when he punched out, wishing he could send Dong Zhuo to hell with one punch.