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Chapter 12 Big Brother vs. Younger Brother

Fu Mingtian put down the red wine glass in his hand and saw several men in straight suits walking in from the door.

The originally deserted venue was filled with a cold murderous aura.

The huge restaurant was surrounded by this group of people.

Fu Mingtian stood up alertly.

"sit down!"

Fu Mingtian was startled by an arrogant and cold voice.

Fu Linxi came to him leisurely in a wheelchair.

"Brother!" Fu Mingtian stared in surprise.

Pretending to be calm, he picked up the red wine in front of him and filled the crystal red wine glass.

"Brother, why are you here so late?"

He felt guilty and still dared not raise his head to look at Fu Linxi.

Fu Linxi's face was as cold as ice, gloomy and terrifying.

Fu Mingtian is afraid of him because he has always been strong.

So Fu Mingtian could only do small tricks to him behind his back.

Fu Linxi raised her hand indifferently, and the assistant on the side presented Su Zi's copycat phone with both hands.

The above information is converted into a voice mode and played word by word.

The sound of the copycat phone was loud and harsh, filling the entire restaurant.

Fu Mingtian's words of invitation were read out word for word.

"Brother! Don't get me wrong! In fact, I have no feelings for Su Zi!"

He never dreamed that Fu Linxi would take Su Zi's mobile phone.

Fu Linxi picked up the red wine poured in front of her and curled her lips indifferently, "Read it once to yourself!"

The phone was thrown directly at Fu Mingtian's face.

The bulky copycat phone was like a brick, hitting Fu Mingtian's cheekbone, causing him to frown in pain.

Fu Mingtian looked at the information above, but he didn't know what to say. He smiled and said: "Brother, don't misunderstand me! My relationship with Su Zi is really different from what you think!"

"Don't read?" Fu Linxi was displeased. She stopped shaking the red wine glass in her hand and raised her sharp eyes proudly.

Fu Mingtian had to turn on his phone.

"Forget it! I don't want to hear it anymore, call me!" Fu Linxi sounded coldly.

The bodyguard standing behind Fu Mingtian grabbed his clothes with one hand and forcibly pulled him up from the chair.

His knees were kicked hard and he knelt directly in front of Fu Linxi.

In the past, Fu Linxi taught him a lesson by forcing him to kneel down.

He hated this feeling.

It seemed like he was trampling on his dignity. In order to get rid of this feeling, he determined to kill Fu Linxi with his own hands in this life.

But I never expected that Fu Linxi would miraculously recover.

"My little brother, don't think that because I am paralyzed, I can do whatever I want! As long as I am here, you will always be my little brother." Fu Linxi glanced at Fu Mingtian, whose face was covered with bruises, "Bah!"

The saliva that trampled on dignity was spit directly onto Fu Mingtian's face.

Fu Linxi leaned down, grabbed Fu Mingtian's hair, and warned forcefully: "Su Zi is my wife, if you dare to be ambiguous again, be careful I will destroy you!"

Fu Mingtian didn't dare to resist, so he could only swallow his breath.

Looking at Fu Linxi's leaving figure, he endured the pain and dialed a number, "Dad!"

His gasping and weak voice made Mr. Fu on the other side of the phone anxious, "Mingtian, what's wrong with you?"

"My eldest brother just got manic again and beat me up, but I finally stopped him! Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I will protect my eldest brother."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mingtian! If anything happens, remember to contact me at any time. If Fu's mother gives you trouble, you must tell me immediately!"

"Yes! Dad!"

Fu Mingtian curled up his lips proudly. Three years of prestige was not something Fu Linxi could destroy.

"Master Fu, the photo you want!"

He asked the waiter to take a photo of Fu Linxi being beaten just now.

Next time it is said that Fu Linxi has mental problems, these photos will come in handy.

Even if Fu Linxi says that she is not sick, no one will believe her. After all, the more a mental patient says that he is not sick, the more sick he becomes.


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