Song Zeyuan wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, blood was pouring out of his mouth. He couldn't say a word, and he could only look at Fu Yanlin with scarlet eyes and hatred.
Fu Yanlin survived these ten years by licking blood with the tip of a knife. What kind of monsters and monsters have he not seen? He is not afraid of Song Zeyuan's eyes at this time, let alone letting Song Zeyuan live to take revenge on him in the future.
He raised his thin lips and said contemptuously, "If it weren't for Chang Jing's anniversary, you would have been dead."
Today is the anniversary of Changjing Capital, and there are many people here. If things get serious, Fu Yanlin is not afraid of trouble, but Wen Sheng will be ugly.
How will people outside talk about Wen Sheng?
No matter what, Fu Yanlin will not allow this to happen.
He couldn't bear to hear that Sheng was at the forefront of the limelight, being criticized and discussed.
For this reason, he let Song Zeyuan go so easily.
Fu Yanlin turned around, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and made a call, asking someone to come to the lounge.
After cutting off the phone, he wanted to light a cigarette to calm down his anger, but he took out the cigarette case and suddenly remembered something. He looked up at Wen Sheng and obediently put the cigarette case back into his trouser pocket.
He couldn't get rid of his anger, and he couldn't smoke, so he had to unbutton his collared shirt to get some air, and subconsciously twisted his neck.
This was the first time Wen Sheng saw Fu Yanlin like this. His whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and the aura around him was extremely cruel. She was a little speechless, and she never expected that Fu Yanlin would come down from the sky to uphold justice for her and punish the bad guys.
, crush.
She met Fu Yanlin's gaze, half-biting her lip, her clear eyes showing a sense of grievance and some indescribable emotions.
Ever since she was a child, except for her father Wen Tingshu, no one has ever protected her so desperately.
Wen Sheng suddenly remembered that when she was eight years old, she was beaten by Zhu Jun in order to save Zhu Qingjia and was about to die. At this critical moment, her father rushed in and fought to the death with the crazy Zhu Jun to save her who was dying.
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In Wen Sheng's memory, her father was always gentle and kind, a man who could not even curse. The moment he saw her being beaten, infinite strength burst out of him, and he could compete with the tall Zhu Jun.
.
Wen Sheng didn't know that he was crying, and felt that his eyes were a little sour.
Why him?
It’s him!
After the call was dialed, within three to five minutes, two young men in casual clothes came in and called out in a low voice, "Sir."
Fu Yanlin didn't say much, he was simple and neat, "Handle it cleanly."
The two of them understood each other and said, "I understand."
"No need to send to hospital."
After a pause for two seconds, Fu Yanlin added, "Throw it to the driveway down the mountain. If someone passes by and saves him, he is lucky. He won't die anyway."
After saying that, Fu Yanlin turned his back and looked at the dark night outside the window, silently.
"Yes, sir."
Then, one of them took off his coat and wrapped Song Zeyuan's head so that no one could tell who it was. After that, he wiped the floor clean with a tablecloth and wiped away the blood. After doing all this, the two people dragged the
Song Zeyuan, who was about to faint, went out from the side door of the lounge and took away the bloody tablecloth with him.
The proficiency is evident.
After the door closed, Wen Sheng's heart trembled.
She doesn't know what to do now. Should she say thank you to Fu Yanlin?
But as if there was something stuck in her throat, looking at his back, Wen Sheng couldn't say a word.
The last thing they should do is cross paths, but yet...
When she was a child and encountered a Mathematical Olympiad problem that she couldn't solve, Wen Sheng's most skillful choice was to throw away the Mathematical Olympiad exercise book, lock herself in the quilt and fall asleep. When she woke up, everything would start from scratch. At that time
, my mind was clear and I solved it quickly.
She felt that she had encountered a difficult Mathematical Olympiad problem. She wanted to go back to her room and take a nap. Maybe she would have a solution when she woke up.
Thinking of this, Wen Sheng raised his feet and ran away.
Fu Yanlin heard the sound and immediately turned around.
Poor Wen Sheng's paw just touched the door handle, and was pulled by a hand. The next second, a black shadow came over, she was pushed to the wall by Fu Yanlin, and the man's tall body came overwhelming with a cold aura.
, immediately trapped her under his arms.
Although the action was impulsive, Fu Yanlin did not forget to protect the back of Wen Sheng's head with one hand.
He is always afraid of her being in pain.
Wen Sheng groaned subconsciously, "Well——"
Her moist deer eyes stared at the man in front of her, his lips, the bridge of his nose, and his protruding eyebrows. The things he had tried not to think of these days were exactly the same as in his memory.
"Where do you want to go? Huh?" Fu Yanlin frowned, a little impatient, a little intolerable. The end of his voice was full of mellow love and suffering.
His warm breath flowed down between his words, as if he was specially tickling her heart.
Too ambiguous.
Wen Sheng had no choice but to lower his head and wrap his fingers unconsciously around his suit jacket, squeezing it tightly.
Where can I go?
Naturally, I want to escape.
Reprimands and accusations came one after another.
"I told you that the men outside are not good things, but you didn't listen to a word?"
"Wen Sheng, is your brain only capable of reading?"
"What will you do if I don't come tonight?"
Between the lines, there is little regret that iron cannot become steel.
Wen Sheng bit her lip, raised a pair of deer eyes, and looked wetly at Fu Yanlin's gathered brows.
She was about to say, no matter what, it has nothing to do with you.
But before she could open her mouth, Fu Yanlin suddenly grabbed her chin, lowered his head and kissed her, grabbing her soft lips domineeringly and eagerly, wanting to swallow her in two or two mouths.
"Well...well..."
Wen Sheng naturally refused to be kissed by him obediently. She stretched out her paw and patted Fu Yanlin's shoulder hard. A delicate sob escaped from the lips and teeth of the two of them, and fell into Fu Yanlin's ears. It had a different taste.
.
After all, it was the person he thought about day and night, and he held her in his arms again. She was so tender and tender. Fu Yanlin could not control it at this time. He ignored her resistance and deepened the kiss. She liked to move her claws, so he simply grabbed her and kissed her.
He raised his head above her head and pressed her hard so that she could not escape.
After all, it was the person he thought about day and night, and he held her in his arms again. She was so tender and tender. Fu Yanlin could not control it at this time. He ignored her resistance and deepened the kiss. She liked to move her claws, so he simply grabbed her and kissed her.
He raised his head above her head and pressed her hard so that she could not escape.
Soon, Wen Sheng sensed something was wrong with Fu Yanlin.
There was a hard thing on her lower abdomen. As soon as she felt it for a moment, Wen Sheng felt that it was really hard and terrifying.
She didn't dare to move anymore, and she lost all strength after being kissed. Gradually, Fu Yanlin felt her obedience, so he put down her hand, put his arm around her waist, pressed her against the wall, and pressed against her body.
He asked domineeringly, "Who allowed you to dress like this? Huh?"
Wen Sheng bit her lip, "You don't have to worry about what clothes I wear."
"What did you say?" Fu Yanlin was angry and deliberately pushed her, pinched her waist and pressed her closer to him.