After the divorce: The president can no longer control the young mistress

Chapter 122 The Man Hugs Her and Holds Her Tightly

Zhan Meijing was slapped, not only did not make up for it, but was crushed by Fu Huaijin, so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

She trembled all over with anger, and said:

"Fu Huaijin, I brought the daughter of the Lu family here specially to see Fu Shaosi. You don't accept my love, but you indulge Sheng Hanchun, a slut..."

"Zhan Meimei, Sheng Hanchun is my son's godmother, keep your mouth clean!"

Zhan Meijing blushed from choking, "You—"

Lu Mingzhu finally saw the male god who was thinking about it day and night. At this moment, she stood up and brushed her existence, and the first thing she said was old green tea:

"Mr. Fu, all my mistakes are my fault. I shouldn't ask old doctor Zhong for medicine for your son, and I shouldn't let him drink medicine when he is unwilling. It's just that old doctor Zhong's soup is really good. It’s hard to find priceless gold... I originally had good intentions, but I didn’t expect it to turn out like this, I’m sorry.”

After her words fell, Zhan Xiuyuan stood up and spoke for her:
"Mingzhu, good boy, I have wronged you. This matter has nothing to do with you, you don't need to apologize. It is Fu Shaosi and Sheng Hanchun who want to apologize."

Speaking of this, the nasal cavity snorted heavily,
"It's true that those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, Fu Huaijin, look for yourself? Since you and Fu Shaosi have been in contact with this Sheng Hanchun, what have you become? How long has it been since you looked in the mirror? Speaking rudely to elders , There is no respect... If it continues like this, I don't think you will be the heir of the Zhan family."

As soon as these words came out, Fu Huaijin looked at Zhan Jingjing, and thought:

Worsening his relationship with Zhan Lao and preventing him from becoming the heir of the Zhan family is the purpose of Zhan Meijing's visit this time, right?

Fu Huaijin calmly suppressed the stern look in his eyes.

He raised his hand and pulled Fu Shaosi from behind Sheng Chaomu, and then said to Zhan Xiuyuan who was quite angry:
"I have never cared about the heir of the Zhan clan."

Zhan Xiuyuan was furious: "Bastard——"

Seeing that they were about to turn against each other, Zhan Meimei finally felt relieved.

At this moment, she hurried to help Zhan Xiuyuan, who was about to vomit blood, and said:

"Uncle, although Fu Huaijin is a bit of a jerk, don't let yourself be so angry. The Zhan clan can't count on Fu Huaijin, a rebellious thing, but they still point to you. If Fu Huaijin is really It’s the mud that doesn’t support the wall. Isn’t there still my father? He and you are brothers and sisters and are friends of life and death. The future of this Zhan family is still long. As for you, don’t worry about choosing an heir, this matter can’t be rushed .”

At the same time, Lu Mingzhu took out the silver needle that he carried with him at this time and gave Zhan Xiuyuan two injections for the dying Zhan Xiuyuan. After seeing that his condition had completely calmed down, he quietly began to look at Sheng Hanchun.

She really is a seductive and alluring slut, no wonder so many men are crazy about her.

She's just a slut, nothing to be afraid of.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingzhu didn't take Sheng Hanchun seriously.

At this moment, she withdrew her gaze and said to Fu Huaijin:

"Mr. Fu, Mr. Zhan is getting old, and he can't stand stimulation the most. His blood pressure has already soared to the top. If he continues to be stimulated like this, he will have a cerebral hemorrhage..."

Fu Huaijin interrupted her:

"Miss Lu, you were quite self-aware before, and you knew that all your mistakes were your fault. Why are you meddling in your own business now and don't know what's good?"

Lu Mingzhu: "..."

Fu Huaijin's words continued, and he was speaking to Zhan Xiuyuan: "Xiao Si won't bother you to take care of me, I'll take it away."

When the words fell, Zhan Xiuyuan, who had already forced himself to calm down, stopped him: "Stop, where are you going to take Xiao Si? I don't allow you to fool around with Sheng Hanchun, a witch, let alone get close to Xiao Si. ..."

At this time, Sheng Chaomu, who had already checked the residue of the bowl of soup, walked up to Zhan Xiuyuan and interrupted him:

"Old Zhan, fortunately my godson didn't drink this bowl of soup, otherwise, he should be lying here instead of standing."

As soon as these words came out, Lu Mingzhu became emotional and said angrily:

"Sheng Hanchun, what do you mean by that? This is the decoction I asked the old doctor Zhong personally. Can I still poison Young Master Fu?"

Sheng Chaomu said: "There is nothing wrong with the decoction you asked for, but this bowl of decoction contradicts the prescription I prescribed. As long as Young Master Fu drinks the Immortal Da Luo, he will not be able to save his life."

Hearing this, Lu Mingzhu's eyes widened in disbelief: "This...how is this possible? What kind of medicine did you prescribe for Young Master Fu?"

After Sheng Chaomu reported more than a dozen kinds of medicinal materials, Lu Mingzhu said in shock:

"No, when Mrs. Gu told me, it wasn't the medicines you mentioned."

While speaking, she went to ask Zhan Meijing:
"Mrs. Gu, why are you lying to me? Why is the prescription you said completely different from what Sheng Hanchun said? Are you trying to kill me?"

Sheng Chaomu pulled his lips and said with a sneer:
"Miss Lu, can't you see it? Zhan Meijing wants to use your precious hand to get rid of Young Master Fu, and you were used by her."

After being exposed to the conspiracy, Zhan Meijing's face changed suddenly, and she immediately retorted:

"Sheng Hanchun, don't be fooling people with your gossip. It's just that I'm old and don't have a good memory, and I remembered the wrong prescription. Besides, why did I murder Fu Shaosi..."

While speaking, she snatched the crutch from Zhan Lao's hand and struck it on Chao Sheng Chao Mu's forehead.

At the very moment, Fu Huaijin stretched out his long arms, and held Sheng Chaomu tightly in his arms, and at the same time intercepted Zhan Meijing's walking stick.

His voice was cold and sharp: "It's just courting death——"

(End of this chapter)