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

Song Peng's eyes widened with horror, "You, what are you going to do!"

Fu Yuheng was wearing a black handmade haute couture suit. His 1.9-meter-tall figure was frozen in front of him, shrouding him in darkness.

The look in his eyes when he looked down was extremely cold and dark, his angular outline was full of aggression, and a strong sense of oppression eroded Song Peng.

"I told you, I want all ten of your fingers!"

The cold voices wrapped around him like poisonous snakes, and the extremely strong pressure that made Song Peng hold his breath and concentrate made his legs go weak. If he hadn't been held by the two men in black, he would have collapsed to the ground.

Hearing Jiu Ye's words, Long Yang, who had been with him for ten years, immediately understood what he meant. He picked up a sharp dagger, walked up to him, squatted down, grabbed Song Peng's wrist with one hand, pressed it to the ground, and made a few "click" sounds.

The sight of broken fingers tumbling to the ground, stained with blood, was horrifying.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Song Peng's veins bulged, and all the senses in his body were clamoring desperately. The severe pain invaded his bone marrow. Song Peng couldn't bear the pain and fainted.

Fu Yuheng glanced coldly at the two people who had fainted on the ground. His face was calm as he spoke coldly, "Bribe for murder. Tell Officer Li to treat them well in prison."

Long Yang nodded and said, "Yes, Master Jiu."

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

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Wen Zhihe sat on the bed, looking down at the book in her hands.

There was a crisp knock on the door.

Wen Zhihe put down the book in his hand and looked in the direction of the voice, "Who is it?"

"Young Madam, I'm Mrs. Meng. May I come in?" Mrs. Meng asked respectfully while standing outside the door.

When Wen Zhihe heard that it was Mrs. Meng's voice, he politely responded softly, "Yes, please come in."

With the permission of the young lady, Mrs. Meng pushed open the bedroom door and walked in slowly from outside with several maids, each pushing an exquisite clothes hanger and carrying large and small bags.

There are many beautiful clothes hanging on each hanger.

Wen Zhihe looked at the many clothes in front of him, all of which were women's clothes, and pushed them into the room one by one. He looked at Mrs. Meng who was walking in front and asked in confusion, "Mrs. Meng, what is this?"

"Madam, these clothes are the latest women's clothing of the season. The young master ordered me to bring these clothes up and give them to you, Madam."

Wen Zhihe opened her pupils wide, pointed her finger at the clothes and then at herself, and asked with some surprise in her eyes, "Give it to me?"

For her?

So many clothes?

Why did he suddenly give her so many clothes?

Just looking at the scale, if you change one piece a day, you probably won't be able to wear them all in a year.

"Yes, these are all for you, Madam. Where do you think these clothes should be placed for you?" Mrs. Meng stood by the bed, asking for her opinion with a smile on her face.

The young master only told her to bring back all the best new women's clothing of the season from the mall to the manor, but did not tell her where to put them, as these clothes were to be given to the young mistress.

Then this is the young lady's clothes, and it would be better for her to make the choice.

Wen Zhihe looked at the many clothes in front of her and felt like the entire shopping mall was moved back home.

Why did he suddenly think of giving her so many clothes?

This dress looks very expensive, and it is not something that someone like her can afford.

She has her own change of clothes. Although each piece of clothing costs only twenty or thirty yuan and is not as expensive as other people's clothes, as long as it is comfortable and fits her well, that's fine.

She couldn't accept the clothes he gave her because they were too expensive.

"Mrs. Meng, please take these clothes back. I still have clothes. You don't need to send me any more clothes."

"Madam, these clothes are given to you by the young master. I have no right to take them away. If you don't accept them, the young master will dismiss me. Please don't embarrass me."

Mrs. Meng saw that one wanted her to give it away, while the other wanted her to take it away. As a servant, she couldn't afford to offend anyone. If she listened to the young lady's words, the young master would find out and she would have a hard time explaining herself.

She has worked in this manor for more than 20 years and knows her young master's temper very well.

If she offended the young master, she would be in trouble.

Wen Zhihe looked at Mrs. Meng's dilemma and knew that if she didn't accept it, Mrs. Meng would be fired.

She knew how difficult it was to find a job, and even more difficult to keep a job. If someone lost their job just because she said no, she would be committing a great sin.

She didn't want to embarrass Mrs. Meng, "Then let's put it here for now."

Seeing the young lady accept the clothes, Mrs. Meng smiled and quickly responded, "Okay."

She didn't know how to put so many clothes away, thinking that all of Fu Yuheng's clothes seemed to be kept in the cloakroom.

"Why don't you put it in the cloakroom first?"

Wen Zhihe thought that it was not a good idea to put so many clothes in the bedroom, and it was not convenient to move them in and out. She decided to put them in the cloakroom temporarily. However, she did not get Fu Yuheng's consent, and she didn't know if he would be angry if she put them there like this.

But if they are not put in the cloakroom, how should they put these clothes? Wen Zhihe thought about it for a long time but couldn't find a suitable place.

So it would be better to put it in the cloakroom for the time being, and then she would just tell Fu Yuheng when he comes back.

"Okay, Madam."

After receiving instructions from Wen Zhihe, Mrs. Meng took the servants to deliver all the beautiful and exquisite clothes to the cloakroom.

Fu Yuheng's dressing room is very spacious and can hold a lot of clothes.

Mrs. Meng and the servants put all of the young lady's clothes in order. After putting them away, they did not dare to stay for a moment and walked out of the cloakroom.

Mrs. Meng came out and said to Wen Zhihe, "Young Madam, all the clothes have been arranged."

Wen Zhihe's lips curved, "Well, thank you for your help."

"You are too polite, Madam. By the way, Madam, tell me what you like to eat or drink and I will make it for you."

This was the task Fu Yuheng assigned to her. Whatever the young lady liked to eat or drink, she had to do it according to her requirements.

Wen Zhihe had a full breakfast and was not hungry now. It was still early for lunch, so she didn't want to eat or drink anything.

She responded with a polite smile, "Thank you, I don't feel like eating yet."

Mrs. Meng smiled and said, "Okay, when Madam Young Madam wants to eat, just tell me and I'll make something delicious for her."

Wen Zhihe smiled and nodded, saying "Yeah."

"If Madam has nothing else to do, I'll go down first."

Wen Zhihe said softly, "Well, I don't have anything to do, Sister Meng, you go and do your work."

Mrs. Meng understood, and she led the servants out of the bedroom, walked out of the door, and closed the bedroom door considerately.

After Mrs. Meng left, Wen Zhihe leaned against the head of the bed, opened the book and read for a while.

As I read on, the words on the book seemed to become blurry.

She felt so sleepy that her upper and lower eyelids almost overlapped. She was so sleepy.

Without even putting the book down, she fell asleep holding the book in her arms.

After Fu Yuheng left Mingfeng Hall, he did not go to the company, but directly told the driver to return to the manor.

Wen Zhihe had a leg injury and had not yet fully recovered from her illness, so he was worried and wanted to go home early to see her.