Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Jiang Qing taught them word for word yesterday before they got off the car. In Jiang Qing's opinion, Fu Chiyan knew their relationship with Jiang Qing and would not torture them easily.

But what if he did? Jiang Qing didn't seem to have considered the consequences.

Mu Qiu's face became a little flustered, but he quickly calmed down, "Mr. Fu's behavior is really despicable."

"You've cut off other people's livelihoods, huh..."

Fu Chiyan just raised his eyebrows and didn't respond. He leaned back in his chair.

Yue Ze couldn't make up his mind for a moment and could only stand there and wait for Fu Chiyan's signal.

There was a rusty faucet in the corner of the dim interrogation room. It was a little loose due to years of use. Water dripped down and dripped into the bucket placed there by the prison guards to collect water. Every sound seemed to drip into everyone's heart.

After a long time, Yang Chunhao was carried over from other cells. Perhaps because he was much stronger than Mu Qiu, the prison guards chose to torture him first. They did not dare to use obvious punishments, but used a new type of injection that made people feel like ants were crawling in the joints between their bones.

When Yang Chunhao was carried in, he looked as if he was covered in water, but upon closer inspection, it was all sweat from his body, soaking the already dark floor of the interrogation room.

The dagger was pulled out from the scabbard on Fu Chiyan's waist. It was captured by the light and emitted a cold light. It was obvious that it was a sharp knife that could cut someone's throat with one blow.

The blade just touched the throat of Yang Chunhao who was lying on the ground. Due to the unbearable effects of the drugs, he twisted and trembled on the ground, unaware that the blade had scraped his skin and a trace of blood had seeped out.

"Mr. Fu..."

Mu Qiu's voice finally began to tremble, and his thin and soft bones seemed to be crushed under the iron shackles on his hands and feet.

He must find a way to save his brother.

"Mr. Fu, what do you want to know?"

Mu Qiu's voice was as soft as before, but it was no longer hoarse after the water passed through his throat and was clearly audible.

At this time, Fu Chiyan breathed a sigh of relief helplessly. He had no intention of torturing Yang Chunhao, but people who were caught here often did not leave in one piece, and the prison guards were used to torturing the prisoners. They did not dare to touch Mu Qiu, who was brought in by Yue Ze himself, so they moved Yang Chunhao who followed behind.

"I won't repeat my words a second time."

Fu Chiyan stood up and turned the handle of the knife in his hand. The sharp blade did not hurt him at all, which showed how skilled he was in handling the knife.

In fact, Mu Qiu resembles Jiang Qing in some ways, such as his fragile neck, delicate skin and eyes that are easily filled with tears.

Now he was staring at Yang Chunhao on the ground with red eyes, completely ignoring Fu Chiyan, who held the power over their lives.

At that moment, Fu Chiyan thought of Jiang Qing. Could she ignore the worldly gaze and just look at him firmly?

Then he shook his head slightly and smiled self-deprecatingly. When he began to doubt Mu Qiu, everything Jiang Qing did in front of him seemed to have a purpose.

He should put all his energy into catching these clues.

But he was willing, willing to be used to death by Jiang Qing.

In the past, Fu Chiyan would never have thought of dying in front of Jiang Qing. Even if someone mentioned the word death in front of him without avoiding the omen, he would blame them. Being shot was a common occurrence.

Before he came into contact with Jiang Qing again, he could only think of the scene of him strangling Jiang Qing's neck and sending her to death.

"Shengyulou only takes care of some chores for Miss Jiang. I've already said that."

When Mu Qiu raised his eyes again, he had already forced back the tears in the corners of his eyes. If other people saw the determination in his eyes, they would applaud and cheer.

An actor of iron character.

It is the least valuable in troubled times.

Fu Chiyan suddenly felt a little fed up. It was true that he didn't dare to take action against Mu Qiu and the others easily because of Jiang Qing, but Mu Qiu kept lying to him time and time again. Did he really have to endure it?

Fortunately, this idea did not linger in Fu Chiyan's mind for too long, as his confidant hurried in from outside and whispered to Yue Ze.

Yue Ze subconsciously looked at Fu Chiyan, then his confidant stepped back, and Yue Ze stepped forward to report the news to Fu Chiyan.

"Commander Fu, Nakata sent a letter saying that the person he was looking for had taken the information away. He was very angry and might take the opportunity to attack..."

Fu Chiyan and Mu Qiu looked at each other at this moment. When Mu Qiu looked at him, his eyes were never as complicated as when he looked at Jiang Qing, which showed that he had different thoughts about Jiang Qing.

As for what Fu Chiyan didn't want to care about, he didn't care now.

"Throw Yang Chunhao back to Shengyu Tower and go."

Fu Chiyan stood up quickly and walked out with big strides. Mu Qiu sat on the tiger chair in a daze. It seemed like Fu Chiyan was just here for a formality and would leave after the show. Jiang Qing was actually right in his guess.

He would let Mu Qiu and Yang Chunhao go for Jiang Qing.

Then the prison guard who was waiting nearby picked him up roughly and took Mu Qiu back to the dark cell.

*

Jiang Qing was confined to Fu's house by Fu Chiyan and was not allowed to go anywhere, so she had no idea that Mu Qiu and Yang Chunhao had been arrested.

Until that night, there was a gentle knock on the glass window of her second-floor room. An agile figure climbed up the wall. Jiang Qing walked over and opened the glass window. It was the boy who delivered medicine to Lian Zhong that day.

He was thin because of years of hunger, and in order to make a living he developed extraordinary skills, such as climbing into Fu's house and scaling the wall where there was almost no place to stand to find Jiang Qing's room.

"Ms. Jiang, Mr. Mu and Brother Yang have all been arrested! We haven't seen them for several days."

The boy's name was Luo Bu. Mu Qiu liked him very much. He was smart, courageous, and had good kung fu skills. She often brought him to her side to do things.

"Has Fu Chiyan caught him?"

"Yes! Please save Mr. Mu and the others. The people of Rucheng know that if you enter the military prison, you can't leave without being skinned alive."

There was anxiety and uneasiness in his dark pupils, as well as more urgent pleading, which was pitiful to see.

"It is not advisable to enter the Fu residence without permission. It is too dangerous. I will find a way. You go back to Shengyu Tower first and arrange a place for the refugees who have been taken in recently as soon as possible. If Fu Chiyan sends someone over, do you remember the explanation Mu Qiu gave you?"

"remember."

"Just follow his instructions."

Rob nodded, leaned against the window frame, climbed over the windowsill, and disappeared into the night.

The next day at noon, Jiang Qing sat in the courtyard reading a book. Because she couldn't go out, she let her hair down and pinned it behind her head with hairpins on both sides of her temples.

Fu Chiyan seemed to know that as long as he came back, Jiang Qing would be easily softened and let go, so he never went back to the Fu residence to rest.

There was a loud noise coming from far away. Jiang Qing put down the book. Her heart tightened slightly at that moment. She turned around to look at the housekeeper who had been following her.

"Did you hear that?"

"what?"

“Explosion.”

The butler thought for a second, "Maybe it's something else. Rucheng is so safe that there won't be an explosion."

Jiang Qing was turning around. She couldn't have heard it wrong; it was the sound of an explosion. As for where it came from, she couldn't tell because she was not familiar with Rucheng.

Her fingers seemed to feel uneasy, and she unconsciously twisted the closed pages of the book, "I want to see Fu Chiyan."

"Miss Jiang, please don't embarrass me. You will be able to see Mr. Fu when he returns to the Fu residence."

"Call him. I want to see him now."

The housekeeper fell silent, but eventually took Jiang Qing back to the living room and called Fu Chiyan's military office in front of her.

The butler respectfully put the receiver into Jiang Qing's hand, and no one answered the phone for a long time.

Fu Chiyan would normally be in the office, but this morning a middle-level relative of the Fu family was suddenly assassinated on the way to the military. Fu Chiyan had already been awake all night because of the Nakata incident, and he rushed to the scene to see how the man died.

A bullet hit the heart, and because of Fu Chiyan's arrival, no one dared to touch the body.

Fu Chiyan, wearing black deerskin gloves, approached the corpse step by step, squatted beside him, and inserted his long fingers straight into the bloody hole at the heart. The already cold corpse was also cold inside, but fortunately he couldn't feel it because of the gloves.

But the sound of the flesh being stirred and blood being squeezed out still reached the ears of everyone around.