Mu Wan was greedy for pleasure, and the big boss in the Beijing circle got away with it

Fu Sichen answered, hung up the phone, took a photo and sent it to Lou Chi, with the attachment: Third floor, stairwell.

In less than thirty seconds, the door to the stairwell was knocked open, and Lou Chi was the first to rush in.

Then the medical staff came in with a stretcher.

Everyone felt a little weird when they saw this scene. You looked at me and I looked at you, a little at a loss.

A nurse huddled behind the assistant physician and asked cautiously, "Should we... call the police?"

Lou Chi knelt down to check the injured, and was stunned for a moment when he saw her face clearly.

Then he gave the order, "Why call the police? It's important to save people!"

Lou Chi glanced at Fu Sichen and motioned for him to come over.

Fu Sichen glanced lazily, was slightly startled, and then took a closer look.

Medical staff came forward and carried Luo Shuwan onto a stretcher.

Lou Chi patted Fu Sichen's shoulder and whispered, "Don't worry, leave it to me."

Fu Sichen's eyebrows were irritated and he looked very unhappy.

Probably, he felt unlucky.

She just slept last night and she wiped his neck today. What did she think of him?

Evening

Lou Chi sent a message to Fu Sichen: Brother Shen, Luo Shuwan is awake.

: There is only one obvious trauma on the side of the neck. It should be that the capillaries were cut by the glass. There were glass slag remaining in the wound. In addition, the wound was not treated in time, which caused the bleeding to continue.

: The person is fine now, just a little weak.

Fu Sichen put down his work and went straight to the Central Hospital.

When he entered the ward, Luo Shuwan was sitting by the window with his knees crossed, and the window was wide open.

She stared blankly out the window, the evening breeze blowing by, blowing her hair.

"Want to jump off the building?" Fu Sichen sneered coldly.

Luo Shuwan turned his head dullly and bumped into this cold and wild face, and his empty eyes became brighter.

She stood up subconsciously, but forgot that she was sitting on the windowsill.

His foot was in the air and he fell hard.

So embarrassing...

Her face suddenly turned red to her neck.

Fu Sichen stood there, looking at her condescendingly, as coldly as a stranger.

"Why did you commit suicide?" he asked, with a little anger in his deep voice.

"I didn't, I just..."

Just let the wound bleed.

If the blood dries up, she will die, that's what she thought at the time.

That's suicide, and there's no excuse for it.

"Just what?" Fu Sichen knelt down and pinched her neck.

The shadow of being choked by Lou Shengchun yesterday instantly enveloped her, and her body had a stress reaction.

His face was pale, his whole body was shaking, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Fu Sichen was slightly startled, and threw her away, becoming even more angry.

When he turned around, Luo Shuwan rushed over and hugged his leg tightly.

"Sir, don't go." She looked up at him, her eyes pleading.

He couldn't help but think of her kneeling on the carpet last night, her head raised, her mouth full and charming.

The Adam's apple is slightly rolled.

He reached into his pocket for a cigarette, but because he was walking in a hurry, he forgot to take it.

"Let go." Fu Sichen ordered.

Meeting his sinister and cold eyes, Luo Shuwan was scared to death, but he could only bite the bullet and not let go.

"Sir, please give me a minute to hear what I have to say."

"My mother suffered traumatic injuries and suffered multiple severe fractures. She is waiting for money to save her life."

"I went to your guest room yesterday just for the money."

"But...I didn't get the money. Can you..."

"Lend me some? Don't worry, I'll write you an IOU and return it to you with interest."

Fu Sichen raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at her with lowered eyes. He didn't stumble when he spoke now.

Her eyes were slightly red, with tears at the end of her eyes, and her heroic eyebrows were slightly frowned, just like last night.

Lying under him, he whined and begged, "Sir, it hurts... be gentle... be gentle... can you..."

Seeing her delicate appearance, Fu Sichen couldn't help but want to tease her.