roccoschili Chapter 150 Will You Feel Heartache?
Chapter 150 Will You Feel Heartache?
Fu Chengli remained calm and composed.
He dodged to the side.
Taking advantage of the moment when Su Jixun staggered and lost his balance, she grabbed his wrist.
With a clean, decisive flip, it snaps shut and then pulls hard.
Su Jixun released his grip in pain, and the knife fell to the ground.
Su Jixun howled in pain.
The howl startled the guards outside.
The warehouse was broken into.
Secretary Chen, Bai Lingsen, and a group of bodyguards rushed in.
The two men looked alarmed: "President Fu!"
Fu Chengli pinned Su Jixun to the ground and gripped his arm tightly.
Su Jixun's face was squeezed and distorted.
click-
Like breaking off a chicken wing, Fu Chengli dislocated Su Jixun's arm.
"Ah—" Su Jixun cried out in pain, tears and snot flying everywhere.
Fu Chengli stood up and dusted off his hands.
His face remained indifferent.
"You will handle the aftermath."
After saying that, Fu Chengli turned and left.
Secretary Chen watched Fu Chengli's departing figure with respect.
Until his figure disappeared into the vast night.
Secretary Chen picked up the knife from the ground.
Knife up and down.
A sharp knife pierced Su Jixun's thigh.
"Ah-ah-"
The pig-like screams echoed through the empty warehouse.
Secretary Chen calmly pushed up his black-rimmed glasses: "Su Jixun, are you crazy? You think you can kill him?"
Su Jixun lay on the ground like a dead man, offering no response.
Fresh blood gushed from his thigh.
The smell of blood is pungent.
Bai Lingsen pinched his nose, looking like he wanted to vomit.
He frowned and said with disdain, "Chen Xi, why are you still so rude?"
Secretary Chen gave Bai Lingsen a disgruntled look.
"Mr. Fu is talking about handling the aftermath. What do you think? Should we leave survivors?"
Bai Lingsen bent down and checked Su Jixun's breath.
He's still breathing, he's not dead, he's probably just passed out.
Bai Lingsen rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought.
He's caused trouble time and time again; he even tried to kill Young Master Fu just now.
Killing him outright would be too lenient.
Bai Lingsen: "The real torture is living a life worse than death. Send him to northern Myanmar... I'll handle the legal procedures."
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bar.
Xie Li said goodbye to An Ying and hailed a taxi.
For some reason, Lu Qiyao insisted on taking An Ying home.
An Ying: "No need."
After refusing outright, she turned around and tried to hail a taxi.
Lu Qiyao suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.
"Xiaoying, I didn't mean anything by it. I just really wanted to take you home."
An Ying abruptly pulled her hand back and said coldly, "Lu Qiyao, the investigation into the leak is not over yet. I don't want anyone to see me having any contact with you again."
Lu Qiyao remained silent.
She's right, but...
He investigated the person who took the photos for her and issued a clarification statement explaining that the two of them were just having a normal date at the restaurant and there was no other illegal or irregular behavior.
He did a lot for her.
She is still so heartless.
Even if we're just ordinary friends, what's wrong with giving someone a ride home if it's on my way?
Lu Qiyao stared blankly at An Ying's profile.
Just then, a black Rolls-Royce sped over.
At a speed that would almost kill Lu Qiyao.
An Ying and Lu Qiyao were both stunned.
What's happening here.
Lu Qiyao subconsciously took a few steps back.
The Rolls-Royce came to an emergency stop with a very slight distance between them.
The car window slowly rolled down.
Fu Chengli sat in the driver's seat and turned his head to look at An Ying.
"boarding."
Not a single unnecessary word was spoken.
Throughout the entire process, Lu Qiyao was treated as if he were invisible.
Fu Chengli looked like he was in a bad mood.
An Ying opened the car door and got in.
She was terrified that if she hesitated for even a second longer, the person in the car would actually step on the gas and crash into her.
The Rolls-Royce sped away, gradually disappearing into the dark streets.
Lu Qiyao watched helplessly as An Ying disappeared before his eyes without looking back.
He clenched his fists silently, cursing inwardly: Fu Chengli, don't be so arrogant!
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The air pressure inside the car is very low.
Fu Chengli had one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand resting diagonally on the car window.
Silent all the way.
Neither man spoke.
An Ying had no idea what Fu Chengli had gone through that night.
But she guessed that something serious must have happened to distract him.
Otherwise, he, who is usually so calm, wouldn't have suddenly lost his composure.
An Ying turned her head to look at his profile as he focused on driving.
I noticed a wound on his wrist.
The wound wasn't shallow; there was some blood on my sleeve.
An Ying said cautiously, "You're injured."
Fu Chengli then realized this, raised his hand to look at it, and casually put his hand back on the steering wheel.
An Ying tentatively asked, "Where did you go last night? Why were you injured?"
Fu Chengli replied lazily, "I was bitten by a dog."
An Ying: "Switch your hand while driving and let me see your injured hand."
She was already annoyed just thinking about how she and Lu Qiyao had stood together earlier.
Fu Chengli snorted coldly.
With a stern face, he switched hands and extended his right hand.
An Ying carefully rolled up his sleeves to avoid rubbing against the wound.
Then, supporting his arm, she carefully examined the wound.
She stared at the wound for a few seconds, and guessed what was going on.
He's lying. This isn't a dog bite wound; it's clearly a scrape or abrasion.
I wonder who was so blind to offend this old man tonight.
An Ying asked with concern, "Which stupid dog bit you? You need to go to the hospital for a rabies vaccine."
Fu Chengli glanced to the side.
Seeing the concern in her eyes, his expression softened.
An Ying smiled and said, "I also feel sorry for that stupid dog. I bet you'll teach him a lesson he won't forget."
Fu Chengli glanced at her, ignoring her joke, and continued driving.
"I'm not going to the hospital, just bandage my wound."
The situation is rather complicated tonight, so it's best not to go to the hospital.
An Ying didn't ask any more questions, and just nodded obediently.
Knowing that Grandpa Fu was unhappy tonight, only a fool would walk into the line of fire.
He wanted her to bandage her wound, so she did.
Back in the residential complex, Fu Chengli didn't go back to his own apartment; instead, he went straight to An Ying's apartment downstairs.
An Ying took out the first-aid kit.
Fu Chengli took off his coat.
An Ying rolled up his blood-stained sleeve, examined the wound, and carefully applied medicine to it.
Seeing her calm demeanor and the gentle way she applied medicine and bandaged his wounds, the anger that had been building up inside Fu Chengli all night suddenly dissipated.
She said today that someone invited her to a bar tonight, assuming she wanted to clear her head.
Unexpectedly, the person she was looking for to relax with was Lu Qiyao.
After being photographed having dinner with Lu Qiyao, she has never explained why she would suddenly have dinner with her ex-boyfriend whom she had broken up with.
Then I think of Su Jixun's words: Which woman doesn't miss her ex who went back to her?
Fu Chengli frowned.
How can she be like this? One minute she's at a bar with her ex, and the next she's here bandaging his wounds.
What a scumbag. Hmph.
Fu Chengli glanced at An Ying with a thoughtful look.
"If I get hurt, will you feel sorry for me?"