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

At this time, Fu Yuheng walked in from outside.

All the brothers in black at the scene nodded respectfully and said in unison, "Master Jiu."

The sound made the driver, who was kneeling on the ground, tremble all over.

Fu Yuheng's powerful aura made everyone present silent.

He walked straight past Long Yang, walked up the three steps, turned around and sat on the rosewood dragon chair in the middle of the hall.

He leaned back indifferently, his legs crossed naturally, and his hands placed between his legs.

Fu Yuheng was tall, with an extremely aggressive face that looked intimidating without even getting angry. He sat on the throne, looking down at the people below, full of domineering aura and a stern aura that made people unable to be offended.

The cold, sharp and cruel phoenix eyes were staring at the man who was kneeling on the ground with a painful look on his face.

"You kidnapped my wife."

The cold voice carried a strong sense of oppression, and there was no warmth in it. When it reached the driver's ears, he trembled all over with fear.

"No, it wasn't me. It was a woman who made me do this. It's really none of my business."

The driver was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweats just by listening to the voice of the man sitting on the chair.

In order to save his own life, the driver kept making excuses for himself and threw it all onto the people who ordered him around.

Fu Yuheng's facial features were cold, and his narrow and deep phoenix eyes were full of coldness. "Oh, someone ordered it, who is it?"

The driver knelt on the ground and trembled, "I, I don't know."

Fu Yuheng's face suddenly changed when he heard this. A layer of frost covered his cold brow. He raised his hand and said, "Cut off a finger."

Long Yang, who was standing aside, understood what happened immediately. He walked forward, came to the driver, picked up the dagger in his hand and stabbed it with a "click".

"what--"

The driver screamed and blood gushed out.

A sharp pain pierced through his heart, and the driver's left ring finger fell to the ground with blood all over it.

Blood continued to ooze out from the cut on the finger, drops of blood fell to the floor, making a terrifying sound.

The two men in black who were escorting him were no longer surprised by such bloody scenes.

Who is Jiu Ye? He is the cold-faced King of Hell!

The title is not given for nothing.

This driver could have offend anyone else, but he had to offend Master Jiu.

I really think my life is too long.

The man at the top was leaning on the back of the chair, with a cigarette pinched between his long, bony fingers.

Wisps of bluish-white smoke slowly overflowed from his sexy thin lips, and his eyes were dark and cold as he glared at the driver.

"Do you know now?"

The driver was almost unconscious from the pain. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the man on top, begging for mercy. "Master Jiu, I really don't know, ah..."

Before the driver could finish his words, Long Yang, who was standing beside him, kicked him and said, "You can't call me Jiu Ye!"

The driver was kicked to the side by Long Yang, and the muscles on his face were stretched in pain.

"I, I, I am telling the truth. One night ago, a woman called me and asked me to kill someone for her. She said she would give me money after the job was done, so I agreed."

"If I knew it was your man, I wouldn't dare to do it even if you gave me ten or a hundred courages."

"Please let me go, I won't dare to do it again, please..."

The driver lay on the ground, kowtowing to the man in a higher position and begging for mercy.

Fu Yuheng opened his thin lips coldly, "Long Yang."

Long Yang took a step forward, "Master Jiu."

Fu Yuheng's low and cold voice sounded, "Go check. I want to know all the results within one day."

Long Yang stood below and nodded in response, "Yes."

Looking at the driver lying on the ground, Long Yang said, "Master Jiu, how do we deal with this person?"

Fu Yuheng got down from the chair. "He caused my wife to be injured. We are short of manpower in Africa recently. You can handle it."

Long Yang, "Yes."

After Fu Yuheng finished his instructions, he left Mingfeng Hall.

-

When Fu Yuheng returned to the Fu family manor, it was already past seven in the morning.

Without even drinking a sip of water, he changed into clean clothes and quickly went to the bedroom on the second floor.

The little girl was still asleep. He leaned over, put his palm on her forehead and touched her. Her temperature was normal.

Then he walked to the coffee table.

Wen Zhihe, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened her sore eyes.

What caught my eye was the back of a tall man, who was standing in front of the coffee table pouring water.

Wen Zhihe called out softly, "Yuheng."

Hearing the voice, Fu Yuheng quickly turned around, took the warm water he had just poured and strode towards the bed, "You're awake."

He put the cup of water on the bedside table, reached out to help Wen Zhihe sit up slowly, then took a soft pillow and put it behind her back, letting her lean on it so that she would be more comfortable.

Fu Yuheng sat beside the bed, looking at her with soft light in his deep phoenix eyes, and asked with concern, "How are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

After Wen Zhihe took the medicine, Fu Yuheng took care of her for the whole night. Her original symptoms of weakness and headache had improved a lot, except that her throat was a little dry and she wanted to drink water.

She shook her head, "I'm fine."

Fu Yuheng reached out and picked up the cup and handed it to her, "Drink some hot water."

Wen Zhihe said softly, "Hmm", and took the warm cup of water with both hands, "Thank you."

If he hadn't arrived in time last night, she didn't know what terrible thing would have happened.

It was he who saved her, Wen Zhihe sincerely thanked Fu Yuheng.

Fu Yuheng looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes, "Thank me for what?"

The little girl's voice was soft and pleasant, "Thank you for saving me last night."

Fu Yuheng felt sweet and itchy in his heart when he heard this.

He looked at the soft and cute girl in front of him, who was as adorable as a little rabbit. He wanted to tease her, "Just a thank you?"

Yes, he saved her, and just saying thank you seems a bit too light.

How can I repay him for saving my life?

Wen Zhihe began to think.

How about buying him a gift?

If I were to give him a gift, what kind of gift would I give him?

He would definitely not appreciate a cheap gift, and if she gave him an expensive gift, she didn't seem to have much money.

This really stumped her.

Fu Yuheng stared at the little girl in front of him, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, with a look of painful thinking on his face, looking very cute~

He looked at her and chuckled, "What are you thinking about?"

Wen Zhihe picked up the water cup and took a sip of water to moisten her dry throat. "I was thinking about what gift I should give you."

Fu Yuheng, "Send a gift?"

"Well, couldn't you just say thank you?"

It turns out that I was frowning just now because I was thinking about this matter.

He just wanted to tease her, but he didn't expect that she was thinking so seriously. What a little fool.

"Ah, I know how to thank you now."

Wen Zhihe thought that she could cook a delicious meal for him. Her cooking skills were actually quite good. She had been the one who cooked most of the family's meals since she was a child.

Grandma Wang, the picky neighbor, said after eating the food she cooked that her cooking skills were good enough to open a restaurant.

This is not a compliment to her, Wen Zhihe's cooking skills are really good.

She actually likes cooking very much. If possible, she hopes to have a shop of her own. It doesn’t need to be big, a small one will do.

In this way, you can do what you like and let customers taste the delicious food you make, which is warm and happy.

However, this is just what she thought in her mind. It is not easy to open a store, and it is not something she can do just by thinking about it.

After all, Kyoto is a city where every inch of land is valuable. It is quite difficult and far away for her to open a store here.

Fu Yuheng was startled by her sudden surprise, "What?"

"Yuheng, how about I cook you a delicious meal? That way I can thank you for saving my life."

Wen Zhihe smiled, looking forward to his answer.

Fu Yuheng looked at her deeply, "Zhizhi."

"Ok?"

"Actually, there's no need to go through so much trouble. Just find a special and nice way to thank me."

"what?"

"kiss Me."