After the flash marriage, the fierce Jiuye kissed and hugged every day

A cold and fierce voice suddenly broke through Song Yuwei's thoughts.

The powerful feeling of oppression made Song Yuwei feel palpitations, and her charming fox eyes were filled with fear.

Song Yuwei's scalp tingled. She slowly raised her eyes and looked at the tall and strong bodyguards standing in front of her.

If she were to let them beat her, she would definitely die, and her death would be a miserable one.

Song Yuwei's teeth were chattering. "I, I, I will fight myself."

Fu Yuheng put his hands in his pockets, looking cold and stern. The strong sense of oppression made everyone present silent.

"Very well, let's begin."

Song Yuwei slowly raised her hand, gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and slowly patted her face.

Once, twice...

It patted softly on her juicy cheeks.

This made Fu Yuheng very dissatisfied. His dark eyes were gloomy and creepy. "Press the key points. Let me hear the sound. I don't want to say it again."

The chill emanating from him sent chills down people's spines.

Song Yuwei was obviously extremely frightened. She was so ruthless that she bit her lower lip hard, raised her trembling hand, and slapped herself in the face with a "slap".

Then, two, three, and four shots rang out clearly in the hall.

The heavy voice sounded particularly clear in the empty hall.

Fu Yuheng reminded her in a dissatisfied voice, "Miss Song doesn't seem to be sincere. Did you forget to say that you are a bitch?"

Song Yuwei just stopped what she was doing.

A devilish voice came into her ears, sweeping through every nerve in her body, "Did I ask you to stop?"

Song Yuwei could no longer tell whether the stain on her clothes was juice or cold sweat.

Her whole body was shaking like a sieve, and she was so frightened that she was scared to death.

She raised her hand and continued to slap herself in the face.

From between those bright red lips came, "I'm a bitch."

Song Yuwei slapped herself and said that she was a bitch.

The originally fair cheeks were beaten red and swollen.

With the slightest movement, the muscles on her face were torn, and the pain made Song Yuwei's eyes well up with tears.

His mouth was hit so hard that blood oozed from the corners of his lips.

It looks very miserable.

She didn't dare stop and kept hitting her swollen face.

When Wen Zhihe and Fu Yuheng stood together, they always felt a chill on their backs.

Looking at his torturing methods, my heart began to beat fast.

He is really as cruel and cold-blooded as the rumors say.

Wen Zhihe hopes that the year will pass faster and faster.

She was afraid, afraid that she would accidentally offend him.

Will it be as miserable as today, or even more miserable and horrible?

She just hoped that time would pass quickly, and she would leave him immediately when the contract expired.

Song Yuwei's face was as swollen as a pig's head.

The words that came out of his mouth were already blurry and difficult to distinguish.

Don't know what was said.

She had beaten herself to numbness.

Sister Chen looked at the woman kneeling on the ground. She counted in her mind and found that there were more than two hundred slaps.

His face was so swollen that his eyes were almost invisible.

Who made her so arrogant and domineering and bully the little girl?

She deserves to be in this miserable state now.

It really proves the saying that there must be something hateful about pitiful people.

This sentence is very suitable for her.

Sister Chen shifted her gaze to Wen Zhihe and Fu Yuheng.

Looking at the two of them standing together, if you look closely, they really look like a couple.

However, the man's appearance is so oppressive that people can't help but feel scared.

The little girl is beautiful and kind-hearted, and she will definitely have her own happiness.

Fu Yuheng looked at the petite woman beside him, and when he spoke to her, his tone softened inexplicably, "How is it, did you vent your anger?"

When Wen Zhihe heard this, she blinked her sparkling almond eyes and looked up at him in disbelief, "Are you venting your anger on me?"

"Fool, you are my wife. If I don't vent my anger on you, who else can I vent my anger on?"

There was a hint of doting in his deep, magnetic voice, which he himself did not even notice, and he stared at her.

Damn ~ calling her a fool again ?? ? ? ? ??

If it weren't for Wen Zhihe, for someone like Song Yuwei, he would have just sent a few of his men to deal with it and wouldn't have come here in person.

"If someone respects you one foot, you should respect them one zhang. If someone offends you one foot, you should give him ten zhang in return. Do you understand, little idiot?"

Wen Zhihe was stunned and looked at him stupidly.

Is he doing this today for her?

Are you venting your anger on her?

Wen Zhihe still found it a little unbelievable.

Fu Yuheng stared at her, his eyes less cold, "What are you looking at? Did you hear me?"

Wen Zhihe nodded subconsciously, "Yeah, I heard it."

Fu Yuheng asked, "What did I say?"

Wen Zhihe raised her little head and answered seriously, "I want to pay it back tenfold."

Fu Yuheng looked at the silly little girl in front of him, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, and said with a hint of doting, "What a little fool."

Humph! He called her a fool again. Damn it.

Song Yuwei beat herself until she passed out.

Song Yuwei, whose face was swollen like a bun, rolled to the ground and couldn't get up.

My knees were so sore from kneeling that I couldn't stand up at all.

Her entire brain nerves are now pulling and hurting.

She no longer had the strength to hit him any further; her hands were already sore.

Fu Yuheng stared coldly at the woman lying on the ground and said sternly, "Apologize to my wife!"

Song Yuwei struggled to get up from the ground and almost fainted. She apologized to Wen Zhihe tremblingly.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, yes, I'm sorry."

Just as he finished speaking with difficulty, his whole body fell to the ground uncontrollably and he fainted.

Fu Yuheng placed his warm palm on top of Wen Zhihe's head and rubbed it gently, "Come on, go home with me."

He himself didn't know why he did such a thing.

I want to be closer to her and be nicer to her.

He just wanted to protect her and didn't want her to suffer any injustice.

A very strange feeling kept spreading in his heart.

The moment Fu Yuheng's palm covered her, Wen Zhihe's face unconsciously turned red.

Every time she got close to him, she became nervous and her face felt hot.

Wen Zhihe grabbed the corners of her clothes with both hands, lowered her eyelashes, and looked a little shy.

Why does this man always touch her?

Wen Zhihe, "I still have to work."

Fu Yuheng's face darkened when he heard that. Even though his eyes were red from crying, he was still thinking about work.

This woman doesn't know how to take care of herself.

He was firm and held her wrist, "No, come home with me."

Wen Zhihe saw that the ground was covered with juice and it would definitely be difficult to deal with.

And all of this started with her.

If she just left like this, Sister Chen and the others would have to take care of the rest.

If that happened, she would feel very guilty.

She didn't want to cause them trouble, so it would be better for her to stay and clean up.

Besides, this is her job and it should be so.