Then I suddenly realized that when Fu Yanye pinched her throat that time, he was really just playing house and playing games. This is called strangulation.
Just then, the door dinged from outside.
Mr. Zhao looked outside and quickly jumped up from his chair.
When Lin Jiaoyang heard the sound of the chair legs scraping against the ground, an unknown black object hit his head directly, and then he heard a bang.
"You can just say you want to die!"
Fu Yanye was in front of him in an instant, and when he had to let go of Zhuo Jian and fall to the ground, the chair he had just been sitting on was hit directly on his back and even the back of his head.
"ah!"
Lin Jiaoyang immediately fell to the ground.
Zhuo Jian held her throat and looked at the man who fell on the ground with blood slowly flowing from his head. Then he looked at the man who was still trying to take action. She immediately stepped forward and held his wrist: "Don't hit him, you will die."
"
Fu Yanye turned to look at her and asked angrily: "Why do you want to meet him alone?"
Zhuo Jian was stunned for a moment, but then had to remind him: "Do you think I would meet such a person alone?"
Is it a misunderstanding or a conspiracy?
She doesn’t know!
Still to be verified!
Better to be a misunderstanding!
Their director was just being used.
Zhuo Jian thought so, otherwise she would not give up.
Fu Yanye looked at the red finger prints where her throat had been strangled, and the corners of her mouth were still bleeding, and he kicked the motionless person on the ground hard, and then grabbed her hand: "Can you still go?
?”
Zhuo Jian nodded.
Fu Yanye took her out, but when they got outside, Fu Yanye suddenly stopped again and said, "Wait a minute."
Zhuo Jian watched him go in again and knew that he remembered Mr. Zhao.
She followed the staff member who called Fu Yanye for her and stood outside, nodding politely as a thank you.
The service staff bowed to her very humbly.
There was no movement inside, and it wasn't until Fu Yanye came out that he heard a bang.
Something fell down?
Fu Yanye picked her up from the ground: "Let's go to the suite upstairs first."
Zhuo Jian said nothing. Looking at him now, she suddenly felt very safe.
Arriving at his exclusive suite upstairs, Zhuo Jian sat on the edge of the bed while Fu Yanye's hands quickly unbuttoned her shirt.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously held his hand: "Fu Yanye!"
Her voice was soft, but full of warning.
Fu Yanye looked down at her hand: "Take your hand away!"
Zhuo Jian didn't want to, but when he thought that the skin on his palm was broken and bleeding, he immediately let go.
As expected, the back of Fu Yanye's hand was stained with her blood, and she subconsciously looked around for something to wipe it clean for him.
He loves to be clean and cannot stand any dirt on his body.
But her face was suddenly held in her hands, and she faced his facial features and his gloomy black eyes.
"Don't move any more. We'll settle the score after I finish the inspection."
Every word Fu Yanye said was clearly a threat.
Zhuo Jian sat upright on the edge of the bed, suddenly daring not to move.
Fu Yanye let go of her and took off her shirt. Inside was his favorite soft fragrance, but this time his eyes only looked at every inch of her skin, and he pushed her down on the bed.
"Ah! It hurts!"
Zhuo Jian was lying on the bed. Fu Yanye lifted up her black vest and pressed her back shoulders, but what he saw were the bruises on her lower back.