fiery fall

"What is the success rate of the operation?"

"Seventy-five percent."

"Ennan." Fu Qianbei's dark eyes tightened and he stood up directly, "The success rate is only 75%. This is too risky."

"But I don't want to have such a scarred face all the time." Shen Ennan said stubbornly, "I don't want to be ugly, I don't want to be pointed out, and I don't want to stand next to you in the future and others think I'm not worthy of you. .”

Fu Qianbei's dark eyes darkened, he stepped forward and hugged Shen Ennan gently, and said softly: "How about we wait for a while? Dr. Chen is from the Supreme Beauty Institution, right? I have invested 50 million in them By optimizing the equipment and updating the technology, when the success rate of the surgery is higher, can we do the surgery again?”

Shen Ennan pursed her lips, "Then how long do I have to wait?"

Fu Qianbei couldn't give an accurate time. He was also a layman in medical technology.

Shen Ennan touched the bandage on his face and said, "Husband, I don't want to have a wedding like this."

Fu Qianbei was stunned for a moment, and then comforted him in a low voice: "If you don't want to do it now, we can postpone it. When the medical technology is updated and the success rate is improved, we can do the surgery again. After the surgery, we can hold the wedding again." .”

"Or we can do one first and then do another one after the surgery is over."

Shen Ennan frowned, but still felt lucky in his heart, "The success rate of 75% is not low. I have always had good luck, and I will definitely succeed."

Fu Qianbei said calmly and firmly, "Ennan, we cannot bear this risk."

"But I..." Shen Ennan's eyes were dim, but the scars on her face really made her feel inferior.

"Well…"

Just as she opened her mouth, Fu Qianbei Qingjun's handsome face suddenly pressed down on her.

His kisses were fierce.

Shen Ennan's waist was forced to fall backwards. When the angle of the pouring was about to reach her limit, a big hand firmly supported her waist and sent her forward.

The humidifier in the study seemed to have lost its effect, and the air was dry and dry.

"Husband..." Shen Ennan's voice trembled. She didn't expect that Fu Qianbei would suddenly be so enthusiastic.

But if you think about it carefully, the two of them have not been together for a long time.

A few years ago, Fu Qianbei was on a business trip for half a month. After returning home, he was framed by Shen Anyan and both of them were hospitalized.

After being discharged from the hospital, she worked on the set again.

At this moment, these two bodies were like dry wood meeting a raging fire, scorching hot and blazing.

"Crack-" The folders piled high on the desk were pushed to the ground by Fu Qianbei with one hand, and they were scattered everywhere on the carpet.

Shen Ennan only glanced briefly, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Ennan, I really don't care about your face..."

A low-magnetic and sexy voice breathlessly confessed.

Shen Ennan tried his best to relax the muscles of his body and said with a gasp, "This is your study."

"Relax."

Shen Ennan raised his head and bit his lip, his scalp tightening.

……

Late at night, the stars are dotted high in the silent night sky like splashing ink.

In the bedroom on the second floor of Shaohua Residence, only a dim yellow typhoon was lit by the bedside.

Fu Qianbei walked to the bed and sat down with a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

On the soft big bed, Shen Ennan was covered with a down quilt, which was tightly covered from the neck down. No one except Fu Qianbei knew what spring scenery was inside.

At this moment, she was already asleep, her eyes were lightly closed, and there was still shyness in her brows.

The ointment on her face was a little moist because it had been stained with water in the bathroom. Fu Qianbei leaned over, carefully removed the ointment from her face, and applied it again. Under the dim light, the scars on Shen Ennan's face were not as hideous as they were during the day.

Fu Qianbei's movements in applying the medicine were extremely gentle, and his chiseled handsome face was filled with distress and gratitude.

After taking the medicine, he did not go to bed and lie down next to Shen Ennan. Instead, he dug out a box of cigarettes from the bottom of the drawer and walked towards the bathroom with a bloodthirsty air.

The bathroom door closed gently.

The bedroom was warm and peaceful, and Shen Ennan was breathing peacefully.

The bathroom was filled with smoke, and the smell of nicotine gradually became stronger.

Fu Qianbei held the cigarette butt with only a small section left between his slender fingertips, took a cold puff, stubbed it out and threw it into the trash can.

Fu Qianbei took out his mobile phone from the clothes he changed into and made a call.

Soon, the call came through.

Fu Qianbei asked coldly: "How is Shen Anyan doing now?"

He pressed the phone and answered conscientiously, without any dissatisfaction because of the late night call, "Sir, Shen Anyan can't bear the blow of being disfigured. She is tired of life every day. She has been on a hunger strike for the past two days and refused to eat. I'm afraid she won't be able to survive for a few more days."

A cold chill flashed across Fu Qianbei's eyes, "Don't let her die easily, torture her well. I want her to be miserable and live a long life!"

"Yes, sir." The person on the other end of the arc replied respectfully, with fear in his voice.

This kind of man must not be offended, he is cruel and extremely vindictive.

After Fu Qianbei hung up the phone and ordered someone to "greet" Shen Anyan properly, he felt it was not enough.

He will take back the injuries Shen Ennan suffered from the Shen family a hundred times a thousand times. As long as Shen Ennan is not good for one day, his revenge will not stop.

At this time, a noisy nightclub.

Shen Changfeng held the wine glass with a flattering smile and a low posture, "Mr. Sun, you promised me before that you would find a way to get my daughter out of Beicheng Prison. It will take a while. An Yan has been weak since she was a child. , she can’t stay in that kind of place..."

Sun Zheng was sitting on the sofa, with a sexy beauty sitting next to him on the left and right.

The man narrowed his eyes and motioned to the beauty on the left to light a cigarette.

"Mr. Sun, the cigarette is gone."

"The cigarettes are gone, Shen Changfeng, you go buy a pack of cigarettes and come back first." Sun Zheng said as if he was calling a servant.

Shen Changfeng's fat body stiffened, and he was bent over for too long, unable to straighten up.

A flash of hatred flashed in his eyes, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye. He nodded to Sun Zheng flatteringly, "Okay, okay, I'll go now. You two can play with Mr. Sun first."

After saying that, the man dragged his embarrassed body out of the box.

The woman sitting on the left side of Sun Zheng looked disdainful, "Brother Sun, how can he have the nerve to instruct me? I don't care, you won't let him come in later, otherwise tonight..."

Sun Zheng hooked her chin lustfully, "What else?"

The woman gave him a coquettish look and whispered something into the man's ear. After she finished speaking, her eyes became more and more seductive.

Sun Zheng laughed loudly, took the woman's waist, and kissed her red lips hard, "My dear, you are so passionate tonight, what if I don't stay? But Shen Changfeng is still of some use now."

The woman asked curiously: "What's the use?"

With a "squeak" sound, the woman's sexy butt-covering short skirt was torn in half. Sun Zheng turned into a beast and sneered: "Of course I will keep it as a gunman..."

The woman screamed again and again.

Sun Zheng became excited. Shen Changfeng was a very useful gun. If he offended Fu Qianbei, he could only rely on him.

Maybe she can help him bring down Fu Qianbei...