Wild Sweet Temptation

Su Muchen and Ji Fanxing rushed over together, thinking that the little sister would cry and make a fuss, but unexpectedly she was very quiet and just took a nap.

There was no need to go back for testing. Su Mu could tell from the appearance that this was one of the weapons they had leaked.

Because those weapons were the result of a long period of development, modification, and testing, and are very different from any weapons on the market today.

That arms company supplied the terrorists, and at the same time... there were traitors in the military who were in league with that company.

Su Muchen had known about this for a long time. "These people have finally revealed their true colors. It's time to wipe out that company and the government that is hostile to us."

"Xixi." Ji Fanxing stood in front of her, thinking for a long time but didn't know how to resolve the sorrow brought by this sudden disaster. If she were to get involved, she might collapse directly. Lu Jinhua disagreed. "I don't have much feelings for Fu Gou. Sister-in-law, you don't have to worry about me. We are just a marriage relationship."

"I think he might not be dead. He will definitely come back. After all, even the King of Hell doesn't want his life."

Touching the rose ring on her hand, Lu Jinhuan seemed to see the small thorns on it gradually piercing into the thin flesh of her fingers, and also into the heart that she thought was strong.

Su Muchen saw Ji Fanxing's wrinkled face in the evening and couldn't help laughing. "I told you to stop hanging around Xixi and trying so hard to coax her. But people don't want to be like that. If you have time, you can coax your husband right in front of you, okay?"

He clenched her shoulders with his arms, and traced her lips with his thin lips. Ji Fanxing closed her eyes and pushed him away, "Xixi is already like this, why are you still thinking about this! Are you her brother?"

"It's her brother, but wife, how long have I been in Biancheng?"

It has been almost a month, and they haven't had any close contact for such a long time.

Ji Fanxing frowned. It turned out that as long as men were not tied up with a chain, they would be like clockwork, and their minds would always be on those things.

She was still struggling over whether to side with Xixi's feelings or to take care of this somewhat pitiful and even more hateful man, but her nightgown was lifted up and he was approaching her.

"Honey, it's raining and it's so wet outside. You're so upbeat, and it would be bad if I didn't support you."

"…Can you please get out and say that again?!"

"Wife, it's warm inside, please warm me up." Fine beads of sweat gradually seeped into his forehead, and the blood vessels and veins in his arms showed the primitive and vigorous power more and more clearly.

In Su Muchen's eyes, Ji Fanxing in his arms was like a white, soft and sticky little rice cake. She rolled around under his kneading, and gradually her whole body was covered with sticky and sweet syrup. The more you looked at her, the more you wanted to take a bite.

Ji Fanxing didn't think so. He just felt like a patient in the intensive care unit. His right to breathe depended entirely on God's will. He was dying and living at the same time. He even felt the resuscitation feeling of electric shocks running through his body from time to time.

I didn’t expect the summer in Shanghai to be so hot. I didn’t expect the night in Shanghai to be so long.

Lu Jinhua sat on the balcony and watched the rain falling outside all night long. The rain fell rapidly from the eaves, hitting the flower pots on the balcony that were already filled with water, creating ripples.

Fu Yucheng's incident did not have much impact on the Fu family. When she was called back, she could feel that the iron gate had locked in the coldness of the entire Shencheng.

"Sister-in-law."

Although Fu Yuze shouted these two words, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up in mockery. Lu Jinhuan glanced at him coldly, pulled her coat on, and went to pack Fu Yucheng's things without saying a word.

Fu Yuze boldly followed her into the house, leaning against the door and asking slowly, "I sent your eldest brother over there, has your sister-in-law not seen it?"

She felt that since it was not given to her by Fu Yucheng, it was naturally unimportant. Moreover, there might be something in it that was unfavorable to him, so she didn't want to take a look at it at all.

She changed her mind and folded her arms to glance at Fu Yuze. "What's in there?"

"These are all things that Big Brother cherishes!"

After pondering for a while in the car, Lu Jinhuan decided to open the thing. It was not as terrible as she had imagined. It was just some old photos and a broken lock.

Looking through the photos, she first frowned, then her eyes widened.

The child in the photo was covered in bruises, with large iron chains around his neck, arms and ankles, and he was looking at the camera with lifeless and cold eyes.

There is a teardrop mole at the corner of the eye.

Lock mark—58.

Fu Yucheng.

Why? ...

Ji Fanxing saw that Lu Jinhuan looked a little disappointed after entering the room, so he hurried over to rub her head.

Lu Jinhuan forced a smile, "Sister-in-law, where is my brother? I want to ask him something."

"Your brother went to the club. He seems to be meeting someone very important." She bent down slightly. "What's wrong? Did the Fu family bully you?"

Lu Jinhuan's lips twitched. "No... just... about Fu Yucheng."

Shanghai Yungang Club.

Unlike the clubs in Beijing, the club here is set up in a yacht. Su Muchen chose to go alone and walked around in the dark dance hall.

The best word to describe this party is "a pool of wine and a forest of meat". Men and women only wear bikinis to play in the water, drink, and when they are drunk, they can even start passionate sex with two or more people right on the spot.

Su Muchen asked for a fox mask to cover his eyes, walked to the center, casually crossed his legs and watched those people perform the magic dance, and called the waiter to open a few more bottles of good wine for him.

Not long after, a man and a woman, surrounded by bodyguards, entered the venue and attacked where he was sitting.

"Hey, who are you? Get up! This is our young master's place!"

In the dark and gorgeous hall, it was impossible to see the specific expression and look on Su Muchen's face. One could only see that the man's red lips were curled up, and he looked unusually happy.

"Hey, is this yours?" He patted the sofa next to him. "Then come on, join us?"

Zheng Zinian narrowed his eyes, and Nie Wenwen hugged his arm. "Honey, does he look familiar to you?"

The waiter came forward and bowed politely, "Sir, please go to the seat next to you. This seat has been reserved by Master Zheng."

"I just want to sit here. I'll pay for it."

"It's very difficult for us to deal with you..."

"Is it difficult?" Su Muchen pulled down his jacket, lazily put his feet on the marble table, and smiled at the two of them. "Then let's not do it."

He kicked over the table, causing drinks to scatter everywhere. The bodyguards immediately lined up in an orderly manner to protect Zheng Zinian and Nie Wenwen.

The music of "drunk groove" surrounded the venue. Other men and women were immersed in the enjoyment of the music. No one cared about the little episode here at this moment.

There seemed to be an atmosphere of peace and luxury on the sea as always. Banknotes were thrown during the passionate dance and women shouted and screamed with their hands raised amid the indulgence of music and debauchery.

Su Muchen, who was caught, was not at all panicked. He stood up by stepping on the overturned table and pulled his tie under his jacket. He slowly raised his eyelids and pointed his hand at Nie Wenwen, making a gun gesture.

He lightly touched her finger, and Nie Wenwen hid behind Zheng Zinian in fear, not daring to look at him. "Don't hide anymore, come and reminisce with me?"

He jumped up with his back feet and attacked Nie Wenwen with his hands in the shape of eagle claws. The bodyguards immediately took out electric batons and hit him, but Su Muchen dodged flexibly, pulled out a gun from his waist and fired a burst of bullets at the light above.

The gunshot scared the crowd so much that the noise stopped for three seconds. After a sound of glass exploding, the whole place went dark and everyone began to push, scream and curse at each other in a panic.

The bodyguard immediately turned on the flashlight and found that Nie Wenwen and Su Muchen had disappeared together.

"How is that possible? Go find him quickly!" Zheng Zinian remembered, the man with a Beijing accent, calling himself "Master", and doing whatever he wants. There might be only that one person among these wealthy families.

——Prince Su Muchen.