Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

As soon as An Ting finished speaking, he smelled the smell of whiskey, which seemed to be emanating from 'Fu Jin'.

It was strange that when he smelled the smell of whiskey, he felt uncomfortable everywhere in his body, especially his consciousness began to blur.

An Ting blinked, rubbed his temples, suppressed his dizziness and asked, "Mr. Fu, do you smell anything strange?"

"What's the smell?" Fu Lu stared at An Ting in front of him. When An Ting was about to collapse, he immediately took An Ting into his arms.

The 1.8-meter An Ting fell into the arms of the 1.9-meter-[-] Fu Lu, instantly looking much smaller.

An Ting leaned into Fu Lu's arms, and the smell of whiskey became stronger. He raised his eyes and looked at Fu Lu, "Mr. Fu, have you been drinking? You smell so strong of whiskey."

Fu Lu gave a faint smile and replied: "I didn't drink, that's the smell of my pheromones."

Fu Lu stroked the back of An Ting's neck, and his fingertips felt An Ting's gland through the barrier.

An Ting's gland was pressed by Fu Lu through the barrier, and his whole body was filled with excitement. The strange feeling almost overwhelmed his entire spirit.

When An Ting was on the verge of mental breaking point, he immediately pushed Fu Lu away.

"Mr. Fu, what are you doing?"

The next second, the smell of whiskey became stronger and stronger, like a ball of fire that enveloped An Ting in place. He was like an ant on a hot pot, with only one thought in his mind, he wanted to escape!

When Fu Lu turned around and wanted to run away, Fu Lu pulled An Ting back into his arms.

Fu Lu hugged An Ting tightly. He looked at An Ting who was struggling in his arms. He gently pushed An Ting's messy bangs aside with his hands, revealing his clear eyes.

"I seem to have seen these eyes of yours somewhere. In a dream? It should be in a dream."

An Ting really couldn't understand what 'Fu Jin' said, so he yelled: "Mr. Fu! Please let me go, you have overstepped your bounds!"

"I'm not the cripple Fu Jin, I'm his twin brother Fu Lu. Haven't you realized that you recognized the wrong person?"

"Aren't you Fu Jin?"

An Ting looked carefully at the face in front of him. He obviously looked exactly the same, so how could he not be the same person?

"You have a tear mole at the end of your eye, but Fu Jin doesn't seem to have one."

"Fu Jin's pheromone is tequila, and my pheromone is whiskey. Remember, don't mistake me for him again in the future."

"Since you are not Fu Jin, then I don't know you at all, so you should let me go."

"Answer me first, how far have you developed with my brother? Has he marked you?"

An Ting felt like he had a headache at the moment, as if his head was about to explode, but Fu Lu in front of him kept asking him questions, which made him irritated.

"I have a headache now, please get out of here!"

An Ting pushed Fu Lu away hard. When Fu Lu got angry, he directly released more pheromones. In the end, An Ting could only soften in his arms.

Fu Lu looked at An Ting, who was groaning in his arms. He smiled and said, "You're so good. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Since my brother hasn't marked you yet, I can't miss this opportunity."

After saying that, Fu Lu picked An Ting up in his arms in public, carried him out of the supermarket and got into his luxury car.

Fu Lu held An Ting and sat in the back seat of the car. Less than a minute after the car started, Fu Lu's cell phone kept ringing in his pocket. He took out his cell phone and took a look. It was Fu Jin's call.