In the evening, the setting sun is like blood.

At this time, in a luxurious single-family villa on the outskirts of Miaojiang.

Is Fu Tingchen really dead?

Why did he feel that everything went too smoothly?

Fu Wenjie sat on the sofa, repeatedly watching the video of the Maybach accident, with doubts still on his face.

But no matter how many times he watched it, he didn't find the slightest possibility of escape, so he relaxed a little.

Fu Wenjie turned off the video and looked up at the assistant.

"Have all the people brought by Fu Tingchen been resolved?"

The assistant bowed his head.

"Still resisting in the corner."

"There are only a dozen or twenty people in the area, and they haven't solved it until now?"

Fu Wenjie showed dissatisfaction.

"Are the people you sent there all idiots?!"

The assistant lowered his head and didn't speak, but he was complaining in his heart.

The people around Fu Tingchen are not easy to deal with.

Said that he resisted in the corner because he was afraid that the husband would get angry.

In fact, their men didn't even break into the hotel entrance.

"Have the signals around the hotel been cut off?"

Fu Wenjie's eyes were narrowed, and his tone increased.

"Absolutely don't let them get in touch with Kyoto."

Although the old man has fallen, the strength of the direct line is still there.

If he finds out about Fu Tingchen's death, he has his hands and feet.

According to how loyal Yang Sheng and his son are to the Fu family's direct lineage, they will definitely gather all forces to settle accounts with him.

When the time comes, it will be bad.

"Don't worry, it has been completely blocked,"

The assistant said solemnly.

"The people inside can only wait to die."

"That's good,"

Fu Wenjie nodded, slightly relieved from the bottom of his heart.

"Next, just wait for the news from Kyoto, right,"

He picked up the teapot beside him, and suddenly thought of something.

"Tell the madam and the young master that the matter is over, and there is no need to continue to hide."

After Fu Tingchen had dinner and left, he was worried and immediately contacted his wife and son in S city.

And told them to stay at home not to run around.

Now that Fu Tingchen is dead, the crisis is naturally resolved.

"Yes!"

The assistant nodded, and immediately went to Fu Wenjie's dedicated phone and dialed a series of numbers.

"Sorry, the phone you dialed is temporarily unavailable."

Several times in a row, the same mechanical female voice came from the microphone.

Ma'am, where did you go?

The assistant frowned, and transferred the call to Fu Wenjie's single-family manor in S city.

But strangely, no one answered.

An ominous premonition rose in his heart.

Tried a few more numbers, but same result.

No, something may have happened! !

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"Yang Yi,"

Shiwan thought of the expression of old man Jiang, his beautiful face was cold.

"Is it convenient for Ah Chen to contact me now?"

"Boss Fu specifically explained,"

Yang Yi nodded.

"As long as it's you, it's convenient anytime."

Gee.

Boss Fu is simply doting on his wife's ceiling! !

The corner of Joan's mouth couldn't stop rising.

He Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, and a complicated smile flashed from the corners of his eyes and brows.

Before Shi Wan appeared, even if he was killed, he would never have imagined that Ting Chen would become what he is now.

It's really one thing and one thing.

"lady,"

Yang Yi asked aloud.

"May I call Mr. Fu for you?"

"Need not,"

Shiwan shook his head.

"I will contact myself."

While speaking, she took out her mobile phone and dialed the most familiar number.

However, no one answered the phone until I hung up.

This was the first time Ah Chen didn't answer her call.

Shi Wan was inexplicably flustered.

Could it be that something really happened?

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