After retiring, I was pinched and spoiled by the boss

Su Jin shook hands and slapped Fu Xingzhi.

The crisp slap sounded in the air, and the atmosphere froze instantly.

Fu Xingzhi finally calmed down as his cheeks were burning with pain.

"This slap! It belongs to A Sheng!" Su Jin said.

After that, she raised her palms again.

Snapped!

"This slap! It belongs to Uncle Nan!"

Snapped!

"This slap! It's Hengheng's!"

Three slaps in a row, firmly hit Fu Xingzhi's face.

Fu Xingzhi didn't dodge.

He just stood there dumbfounded, receiving these three slaps silently.

"Mrs. Shen, you..."

"Ajin."

Lu Yao and Shen Tangqing spoke at the same time.

Lu Yao stood in front of Fu Xingzhi, while Shen Tangqing held Su Jin back, fearing that she would continue to attack.

Both of them thought that Fu Xingzhi would be furious.

After all, no one would dare to slap Second Master Fu in public like this.

And three in a row!

But Fu Xingzhi didn't.

He no longer stepped on flowers in a frenzy, but looked at Su Jin very calmly.

"Tear it down! She's not dead!!" He said firmly, gritting his teeth coldly.

Su Jin looked at him coldly, motionless, with strong hatred in his eyes.

Obviously, she won't take it apart.

The best friend is gone, she must let her go with dignity!

"I want to see a corpse!!"

Fu Xingzhi's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth and burst out words.

As long as he didn't see the dead body, he would never believe that she was dead!

Shen Tangqing sighed heavily, looked at Fu Xingzhi who refused to accept the reality with pity, and said, "Ah Zhi, the search and rescue team searched for [-] kilometers along the river, but the river is so fast that there is no way..."

Not to mention people, even cars can't be found.

The water is too fast, the river is too wide, and people and cars don't know where they are washed away.

Although it is impossible to conclude that a person is dead without seeing the corpse, under such circumstances, it is simply impossible to escape from death!

There are miracles in the world, but miracles are not fantasy.

"Then she didn't die!!"

Fu Xingzhi roared.

Like a badly wounded lion, it roared with grief and hoarseness.

The scene of the accident began to resurface in his mind again...

The deep despair was like an impenetrable net, entangled him almost to suffocation.

Fu Xingzhi's emotions completely collapsed.

"Tear it down! Take it down now!"

He roared and rushed into the mourning hall, frantically smashing flower baskets and wreaths.

It seems that as long as these unlucky things are taken away, his beloved little woman can return to him...

"Boss Fu, don't be like this..." Lu Yao felt sorry for his boss, and rushed forward to stop him.

"A Sheng is not dead! She is not dead!!" Fu Xingzhi's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared in an almost maddened voice, "Tear me down!!"

He rushed to Nan Sheng's portrait, trying to tear it down——

Clap!

The plain white glass vase hit him hard on the head.

The vase shattered.

Fu Xingzhi also fell to the ground.

"Ajin!"

"Mrs. Shen!!"

Shen Tangqing and Lu Yao exclaimed at the same time, looking at the "murderer" Su Jin in disbelief.

Su Jin threw away the neck of the vase, looked at Fu Xingzhi who was knocked unconscious with the utmost contempt, and gritted her teeth coldly——

"Fu Xingzhi! You should be buried with A Sheng and Heng Heng!!"

……

After Fu Xingzhi was knocked unconscious by Su Jin, he fell seriously ill.

I have been ill for a month.

The high fever persisted repeatedly, the wound repeatedly inflamed, and the hospital issued critical illness notices several times.

Mei Qing said that his injury was not incurable, but that he seriously lacked the desire to live...