Mr. Fu treats her like life

Chapter 211 If you don't intend to accept it, you can choose to throw it away!

Song Qianzi was startled by this tragic scene, and Jian Shuiqiu's pupils showed deep fear.

Seeing that the beaten man was covered in blood, Song Qianzi hurried forward and grabbed the man's arm, "Rong Lianye, don't...don't hit him, you will die if you continue like this."

There was a trace of tremor in the woman's voice, which made Rong Lianye regain some reason in an instant.

Rong Lianye withdrew his big hand with sharp joints. At this time, the man's fat body was already prostrate on the wall, slowly unsteady, and blood was oozing from the corner of his thick mouth.

Rong Lianye lowered his head and glanced at the bloody fist.

Not knowing whether it was the blood on his own body or the blood spattered from the man's body, Rong Lianye curled his lips coldly, "It's best not to have any bad thoughts in the future, otherwise I will tease you every time I see you."

After finishing speaking, his long and narrow eyes fell on the woman with a pale face behind him, and his voice was deep and cold, "You, come with me!"

In the room, Song Qianzi hurriedly dug out the medicine box, "Rong Lianye, your hand is injured, shall I bandage it for you?"

Song Qianzi used a tactful tone of solicitation.

Because the men along the way had serious and handsome faces, it was difficult for her to fathom his hidden emotions for a while.

But he helped herself, and she did have an obligation to do something in return for him.

The man didn't move when he heard the sound, his tall figure was reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows, his facial features were handsome and clear, staring at the woman who was an arm's length away in the glass.

After a while, he turned around and grabbed her arm holding a sterile cotton swab hanging in the air, frowning, "Song Qianzi, don't provoke An Nuan!"

Song Qianzi's breathing stopped suddenly, and there was a throbbing pain in her wrist, she frowned, "Rong Lianye, you..."

"Don't think that I don't know about your despicable methods." He looked her up and down, his eyes full of contempt and mockery, "Remember, you won't have such good luck next time!"

After finishing the words, he took out the little chili red mobile phone from his trouser pocket, raised his hand and threw it on the bed, with an uninhibited smile on his thin lips, "If you don't want to accept it, you can choose to throw it away!"

Looking at the back of the man leaving indifferently, Song Qianzi gritted her teeth and rushed to the bedside and grabbed the phone, pinching her knuckles hard, but she still couldn't make the next move.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally collapsed powerlessly, and scalding liquid fell from those originally clearest autumn pupils.

It turned out that after being numb for a long time, when her self-esteem was trampled under her feet one day, she would also feel pain.

Rong Lianye went outside, searched around but didn't see An Nuan's figure, he must have gotten into the car and left.

He couldn't help cursing in a low voice, then turned around and got into the Bugatti Veyron parked by the side of the road.

As soon as Rong Lianye fastened his seat belt, the cell phone that was left on the co-pilot buzzed and vibrated.

Looking at the very disturbing number, Rong Lianye frowned and slid down the answer button.

There was a slap in the face, "Song Qianzi, what's the matter with you, your father is going to die and you still haven't brought the money?!"

"I've seen the news that you've been spotted as an actor, so you should be able to earn a lot of money, right? Why, you want to turn your face and deny anyone when you fly on a branch and become a phoenix, you..."

Rong Lianye felt that his ears were very noisy, his phoenix eyes were deeply squinted and stared at the blacked-out screen, and he cut off the phone without saying a word.

After a while, start the engine, and the car melts into the thick night.

(End of this chapter)