Crippled Master's Young Wife

Fu Yunting swept his cold eyes, and the frightening chill spread silently, making Xia Ling's scalp numb.

Fu Xiachen didn't look at Lingjiang again.

"Lingling."

Jiang Lingyun shouted, and a trace of pain flashed in her warm eyes.

Fu Yunting's tall figure blocked his sight.

"Young master Jiang, your Jiang family is also a famous family. I hope you will take more care of your Jiang family's face before doing things and don't pester a married woman."

"Married woman?"

Jiang Lingyun sneered, "is your eldest brother still a man? Don't you think it's cruel for your Fu family to let a living woman marry your eldest brother, that loser and widower?"

Loser!

Live alone!

Listen, why are you so angry?

Fu Yunting was full of anger, "we Fu family work, but we can't get others to dictate. What's more, how do you know Xia Ling doesn't want to? We take what we need from Xia family. They want money and we want people. What's wrong?"

"Is marriage a business? Have you asked Lingling's wishes? Why do you plunder her happiness?"

"How do you know she's unhappy?"

Fu Yunting sneered, "I tell you, she told me personally that she is very satisfied with her current life. So, young master Jiang, I warn you again, don't covet other people's wives. If I see you pestering her next time, don't blame me for being rude."

The night is as cool as water, and the gorgeous neon lights flash.

Two tall men, one domineering, the other gentle, four eyes opposite, sword drawn crossbow, full of a strong smell of gunpowder.

In the car, Xia Ling clenched her fist and stared at the two people on the roadside for fear that they would start to move.

On the cab, Fu Xichen coughed softly and said with a smile, "sister-in-law, don't be nervous. They just said a word."

Hearing the speech, Xia Ling was stunned, reacted and asked, "are you?"

Call her sister-in-law and Fu Ershao brother.

Who the hell is he?

"I..."

Fu Xichen was amused and made it up at will, "I'm a subsidiary of the Fu family. They all call me ah Chen."

The eldest brother occupied his name, and he had to pretend that he was a collateral child of the Fu family.

"Oh, hello."

Xia Ling didn't take this matter to heart. He turned to look at the two people on the roadside and saw Fu Yunting striding towards the car.

The door was opened and closed with a bang.

The man was covered with frost and cold, and the temperature in the car fell a few minutes.

Xia Ling unconsciously moved aside for fear that someone's anger would spread to him.

Fu Xichen in the cab was funny and didn't talk nonsense. He directly became a driver.

The car sped all the way, and the car was silent.

Xia Ling grabbed her finger and Yu Guang glanced at the man who closed his eyes and rested as soon as he got on the bus. She pursed her lips. "Well, thank you for today."

If he hadn't appeared in time, things might have continued to ferment.

Hearing Xia Ling's opening, Fu Yunting suddenly opened his eyes and mocked at the corners of his mouth, "thank me? Thank me for what? Thank me for saving your sweetheart?"

At the thought that she had just recklessly hit people with a wooden guitar, Fu Yunting's heart was filled with an unknown anger.

What a loving look of Lang Qing and Qie Yi.

"No, don't be so ugly, will you?"

Xia Lingxiu frowned slightly, "I've already said that I have nothing to do with him."