Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

There was also her heart beating wildly with fear, and her heavy breathing was blocked by her hands tightly covering her mouth and nose.

In the end, her voice was the only one left in this world.

She didn't know how long she stayed in the rice jar, and finally she mustered up the courage to lift up the haystack and then open the heavily covered wooden board.

She smelled it.

The smell of death was mixed with the smell of blood, feces and urine. Jiang Qing fell to his knees and vomited after smelling it for just one second.

She hadn't eaten for a long time and only vomited a little acid water, which was stained with the blood not far away and fused together.

She didn't dare to raise her eyes because they were filled with tears.

She couldn't make a sound because she knew no one would respond to her. If someone responded, she would surely die.

Cold hands wipe away the hot and messy tears, but they cannot warm the dead heart.

She finally saw clearly.

Her former home has become a devastated ruin.

The ground was littered with corpses and blood, severed heads, chopped-off limbs, flesh pierced through the chest by a knife, and clothes with a dozen bloody holes pierced by bullets.

Also, there are women who were pinned to the ground with their legs spread wide open and died with their eyes open.

Those people who once smiled in front of her and spoke to her in a soft voice have now turned into cold corpses lying on the ground, unable to open their mouths anymore.

She couldn't remember how she left home, stepping over countless corpses, or how she evaded the pursuit of one group of foreign invaders after another, and finally arrived in Rucheng alone and destitute.

She was knocked unconscious and sold to the Paramount, where she became a singer who was valued and admired by people, and a commodity.

She couldn't remember clearly.

Whenever Jiang Qing closed her eyes and recalled these things, she felt that this devastated world matched her broken heart very well.

She is lucky.

She met Fu Jizhong and then Fu Chiyan.

But there are still thousands and thousands of people with bad luck. Do they also need salvation? No, not salvation, but a pair of hands reaching out to hold them.

The people of this nation have endless power and their own beliefs.

"Don't be afraid."

Jiang Qing once said this to Mu Qiu.

Don't be afraid, we are the same people, and there will be countless of us who will stand up, even if it is in the most painful way, and forge the road to success with flesh and blood.

Jiang Qing got into the car prepared for her by Yang Chunhao. She refused Yang Chunhao's farewell and packed all her luggage and had someone put makeup on her before getting in the car. The scars on her face looked lifelike and it was said that they could last for a whole month if they were not exposed to water.

Now Jiang Qing looked like a woman with severe facial burns. Apart from her charming, clear eyes and slightly red lips, there was nothing else that was attractive about her.

With his first driving experience, Jiang Qing quickly got the hang of it and drove all the way from the back door of Shengyu Tower to the city gate.

"Pass."

The soldier just casually glanced through the car window and was almost frightened to death by Jiang Qing's face. To be honest, that face was quite scary, with hypertrophic scars and ulcerated skin stuck together. The light from the city gate was not clear, and Jiang Qing looked like a ghost in a storybook.

He quickly lowered his head to check the pass, and found that it had the personal seal of Marshal Fu Jizhong!

Then the soldier thought of Jiang Qing's face. This man probably saved Marshal Fu's life!

The soldier respectfully handed Jiang Qing her pass, saluted her, and signaled the person in charge of the gate to let her pass.

It happened that Yue Ze was driving back from outside, and Fu Chiyan went to Zhongtian's lair, and they almost couldn't come back.

Fu Chiyan, who was sitting in the back seat, suddenly turned around as if he had telepathy to look at Jiang Qing, who had the window open. The first thing that caught his eye was that scary face, which made him frown and stop looking.

Jiang Qing also saw Yue Ze out of the corner of her eye. She didn't dare turn her head to look at anyone, and drove away from Rucheng with a calm face.

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It was already late at night when Fu Chiyan returned to the military headquarters. He saw his subordinates running over with gloomy faces to report: "Commander Fu! Today, Miss Jiang came to the military headquarters with your orders, and was kidnapped by the prisoner Mu Qiu!"

Fu Chiyan paused in his stride, "What?"

The soldier swallowed hard and repeated it again. Fu Chiyan turned around without hesitation. Yue Ze then trotted over, opened the car door again to let Fu Chiyan in, and hurried back to Fu's house.

Arriving at the Fu residence, Fu Chiyan was faced with the same scene again. The housekeeper and a group of servants knelt on the ground, "Mr. Fu, Miss Jiang knocked the servant unconscious... and then left the Fu residence by herself."

Fu Chiyan's expression was completely uncontrollably gloomy at that moment, his fists were clenched tightly, and the strength could be seen from his blood-red fingertips.

The holster was suddenly opened, the gun was quickly pulled out and loaded, and a shot was fired at the porcelain ornament in the corner.

The gunshot startled everyone, but no one dared to scream out loud and their heads were lowered as low as possible.

"Yue Ze, find him for me. Send someone to look for him! Search all of Rucheng and find Jiang Qing for me!"

"Yes, Commander."

"Go to Shengyu Tower!"

Fu Chiyan, who had just returned to Rucheng, rushed to Shengyu Tower again. At this time, Yang Chunhao was still organizing the people in Shengyu Tower to rebuild the stage. They would start the show tomorrow.

A gunshot rang out and the bullet landed at the foot of a seat under the stage. Everyone screamed and fled. After a moment, Yang Chunhao was the only one left standing there.

Fu Chiyan strode over and put the hot muzzle of the gun, which had just been fired, against Yang Chunhao's chest.

"Hand over Jiang Qing to me."

His already deep voice was even deeper now, and one didn't need to listen carefully to hear the anger contained in it.

"Miss Jiang is not here with us."

Yang Chunhao was very calm, in stark contrast to Fu Chiyan.

Mu Qiu walked out from the backyard. Fu Chiyan kicked Yang Chunhao away with a look of urgency on his face, and pointed the gun at Mu Qiu who was approaching step by step.

"She dropped me off and left. I don't know where she went."

Mu Qiu was not afraid at all. He just looked at Yang Chunhao who was kicked with concern, then looked directly into Fu Chiyan's eyes, coughing lightly, "If Mr. Fu wants to find Sister Jiang, please go somewhere else."

Fu Chiyan took two deep breaths. He had never been looked down upon by anyone before. "Do you think I dare not touch you?"

"Huh? You really want to die? My gunning you down may have stained my hands, but that doesn't mean I can't let someone else kill you."

He was already very angry with Nakata, and when he came back he found that Jiang Qing had actually run away.

Very good, Jiang Qing, he will dig Rucheng three feet deep, and when he finds Jiang Qing, he will let her know the price of escape.

Fu Chiyan waved his hand, and Yue Ze understood what he meant. He walked into the house and grabbed a person who was hiding and dragged him in front of Mu Qiu and the others.

The next moment, the gun was loaded and fired so quickly that blood immediately gushed out of the man's leg and wailing filled the theater.

"Young Master Fu!"

Mu Qiu shouted until his voice broke.

"You are smart, and Jiang Qing is smart too. You know I won't touch you, but I can't guarantee anything for anyone else."

Fu Chiyan smiled cruelly, and Mu Qiu knew that Fu Chiyan was not just talking. He rushed forward and hugged the man who was shot, only to see Fu Chiyan wave his hand again. Yue Ze nodded and was about to continue looking for the target.

Then Mu Qiu's voice, which sounded hoarse but a little light because of weakness, was heard: "Sister Jiang...Sister Jiang left! She left!"

"Leaving where?"

Mu Qiu's chin was suddenly held by someone. It was Fu Chiyan's hand, who was wearing deerskin gloves. His dark eyes were staring at Mu Qiu.

"Speak, Mr. Mu."

"I don't know. Sister Jiang didn't say anything. She just said she was leaving the city. Go away! Get out!"

Mu Qiu's tears flowed down, and he looked pitiful and sad. His eyes were red like a rabbit, and his whole body was shaking with excitement. Blood leaked from between his fingers as he covered the wound of the person under him.

At this moment, Fu Chiyan finally understood how Mu Qiu was like Jiang Qing. This is what he was like.

Fragile and broken beauty.

He is worthy of being the "son" that Jiang Qing has raised for six years.

He sneered. Jiang Qing didn't support him, but found someone else.

It makes me even more upset. Jiang Qing must not be found by Fu Chiyan.

Fu Chiyan let go of Mu Qiu and left Shengyu Tower again in a dusty state.

"Yue Ze." Fu Chiyan closed his eyes as soon as he got in the car. "Send a group of people out of the city to find Jiang Qing, and the rest of the people quickly raise the alert to reduce the number of people going out."

"Yes, Commander Fu."