Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

Fu Yu glanced at her and swung the stick in his hand in an arc, but he didn't intend to attack. Yang Wen was frightened and stepped back, screaming.

Wen Ling and the others covered their ears.

Cheng Xingran was a little restless and looked at the people sitting on both sides of her. "The master is being beaten, is it appropriate for us to sit here?"

There is always a feeling of being extremely arrogant and insolent.

Duan Yin waved her hand nonchalantly, "What's the big deal? This woman deserves it."

"Fu Yu, let me tell you, you are now eighteen years old, and killing is against the law."

Yang Wen looked at him warily with a trembling voice.

After saying this, a dagger flew out and stabbed directly into Yang Wen's side.

"Really? Try?"

Fu Yu pursed his lips, his expression calm, and slowly lowered the hand that had thrown the dagger.

Yang Wen couldn't help but burst into tears. "You were the one who hit Xiu He first. Is it wrong for me to hire someone to teach you a lesson? I didn't ask anyone to kill you."

Seeing the dagger, Yang Wen was really panicked. She still had a lot of money that she hadn't spent, and it would be such a loss if she died like this.

Fu Yu sneered, "Don't you wish for my death every year on your birthday?"

“That didn’t happen, did it?”

Yang Wen's voice was still shaking as she asked back with confidence.

She regretted it now. She had asked someone to beat Fu Yu on impulse without thinking too much. Although she hoped every day that Fu Yu would fall to death while walking down the stairs or choke to death while drinking water, so that his son would be the only child of the Fu family, and their living standards would definitely be improved in the future.

But wishes are wishes. No matter how stupid she is, she knows that Fu Yu can die in any way, but he cannot be killed by her, otherwise her good days will be over.

Fu Yu walked forward and squatted beside her, pulled out the dagger from the ground, spun it in his hand, and the blade scratched Yang Wen's hair and fell down in an instant.

Yang Wen couldn't help but start shaking.

"You, what are you going to do?"

The cold dagger was pressed against her neck, and the atmosphere instantly became still. The few people who were originally sitting on the sofa and watching the show could no longer sit still.

Butler Zhou quietly turned on his cell phone, hesitating whether to call the police or the two elders of the Fu family.

"Next time, you try it."

The cold and sharp feeling of the dagger frightened Yang Wen to death. Her arms, which were originally supporting the ground, went limp and trembled violently, but she did not dare to move, for fear that the sword would go astray.

"roll!"

Fu Yu put away the dagger and spoke in a cold and stern tone, but for Yang Wen at that moment, it was like amnesty. She staggered several times with her trembling arms before she stood up from the ground.

He immediately ran towards the room upstairs, but just as he was about to step onto the second floor, his emotions became so intense that his knees gave way and he fell down.

Fortunately, there were blankets on the stairs, so the person fell down and twisted his waist.

Yang Wen couldn't help crying out, and Butler Zhou turned his finger and called an ambulance.

Now everyone knew that the wife of the Fu family was once again beaten into the hospital by Fu Yu, and the circle of wealthy ladies was very gossipy.

After leaving the Fu family, Su Hao was stunned for a moment, "Brother Fu, I thought you were really going to beat up your stepmother."

Fu Yu threw away the stick in his hand and asked, "Hit her?"

After a pause, Fu Yu's eyes flashed with disdain, and his voice returned to its lazy state, "It's too much effort. Scare her. She will be honest for the rest of her life."

Duan Yin put her hands in her pockets and said, "Tsk, you might have softened your heart because of Fu Xiuhe. If this were my family, my brother would have been much more ruthless in dealing with my dad's bitches. Even my dad would have been the one who got beaten up."

Duan Yin broke her wrists, her eyes fierce and stern.

Her father is a son-in-law who lives with the wife's family. She and her brother both take their mother's surname. Ever since her grandparents passed away, her father has lost control of his lower body. But her mother is a soft-hearted person and doesn't want to divorce, so her brother is the one who deals with those slutty women outside.

Should we say that we are ashamed of being siblings?

Fu Yu didn't respond. The situation was different. People outside said that Yang Wen was a mistress, but at that time Nie Wei also had a man outside.

He was annoyed to even look at their affairs for a second, and if it wasn't something that offended him, he wouldn't bother to come here.

Fu Yu looked at Wen Ling, who had been silent until now.

"What are you thinking about?"

Wen Ling's beautiful eyes were slightly thoughtful as she looked up at him, "I'm a little scared of how vindictive the princess is."

Fu Yu was stunned, then narrowed his eyes, "What are you afraid of?"

Wen Ling raised an eyebrow. "What if I anger you one day? Wouldn't I be in big trouble?"

Fu Yu raised his hand to hold her chin, lowered his head and bit her lips lightly, "Then be good, I have always been very kind to you."

Wen Ling looked up into his beautiful peach blossom eyes and was immediately attracted. Hearing the princess' words, Wen Ling raised her lips.

He replied meaningfully, "I think I've always been pretty good."

Fu Yu could not deny it.

Class 1 is a key class. It was already very competitive in the third year of high school and now it is even more competitive.

Wen Ling returned to the classroom after lunch. It was completely silent. Aside from a few students who had gotten tired from studying and were sleeping on their desks, no one else had put down their pens.

Hidden contradictions may be covered up by other trivial matters in life, but their traces cannot be erased.

Since the start of her senior year of high school, Wen Ling has had very little time to spend with Fu Yu.

After a while, the two returned to the atmosphere before Fu Yu's birthday, and no one took the initiative to contact the other.

Wen Ling also participated in two competitions in her senior year of high school, in mathematics and physics.

Xiaoqi always felt that she was deliberately keeping herself busy.

In response to Xiao Qi's doubts, Wen Ling simply raised an eyebrow and twirled the pen in her hand. "As a high school student about to take the college entrance examination, what's wrong with studying hard?"

Really can't fault it.

Cheng Xingran is now taken care of by Wen Ling and rarely goes out with Cheng Beiyan and the others. At noon, he and Wen Ling have a quick meal in the restaurant and then go back to study.

The revolution has not yet succeeded, and she still needs to continue working hard to get into the same school as Ji Shu.

Ji Shu didn't participate in the physics competition. Wen Ling then spent evening study time in the physics teacher's office with a boy from Class 2 who was always at the top of the class in physics, doing the competition paper.

This resulted in Wen Ling returning home much later than usual every day.

Fu Yu has rarely come here to live recently.

This situation continued until the National Day holiday, and Mr. and Mrs. Fu watched their grandson's face become uglier day by day.

The grandfather and grandson had always been arguing with each other, and it had gotten even worse recently.

Since Mr. Fu couldn't win the verbal fight, he could only sulk on his own. He was so angry that a big blister appeared on his mouth recently, and Grandma Fu laughed at him a lot.

Even though you know you can't win the argument, you still insist on arguing.

Good food and fun-loving.