Gourmet Girl: Becoming a Royal Merchant Started from Selling Buns

"Can you wipe the pig blood off your face before you fart?" Su An laughed out loud without any hesitation.

Every time this happened, she had to admire He Cheng's shamelessness.

He is simply a role model of shamelessness in today's society.

He Cheng clenched his fists tightly, his face green as he tried to argue, "I didn't..."

"So what on earth are you trying to do by coming here and putting on this whole jumping-up-and-down scene?"

After Su An laughed, he completely lost his patience, and stepped forward to question him with gritted teeth.

The kick landed right on the burned shoulder, and He Cheng grimaced in pain, half-heartedly crying to Su An.

"Xiao An, whether you believe me or not, I really regret it and I just want you to forgive me!"

"If beating me can make you feel better, then I'm willing to do it. I'll do anything you ask me to do!"

Su An sneered, not being fooled at all. Instead, he kicked him hard a few more times, "You'll do anything I ask you to do, right? Then get out of here as far as you can and never disgust me again!"

"roll--"

"Su An! You shameless bitch!"

He Cheng suddenly roared with a ferocious expression. Taking this opportunity, he pulled Su An down and quickly covered him with the drugged handkerchief in his hand.

"You!" Su Anxing's eyes widened. She didn't expect that the scumbag had such a trick. Just as she reacted, her mouth and nose were covered by a handkerchief.

A strong and unpleasant smell rushed into her nose. She didn't even have time to struggle. Her eyes went dark and she slowly lost consciousness.

"Hahaha! Bitch, you've been tricked!"

However, He Cheng's complacency lasted less than a second when the man's cold voice, filled with murderous intent, suddenly attacked: "Try and dare to touch her!"

Fu Zhun had really not expected that He Cheng, who was as scheming as an ant, would actually fight back.

A chill erupted from his body, and the moment he finished speaking, a dagger from his sleeve flew out.

puff--

The dagger stabbed into the chest fiercely, just a few centimeters away from hitting the heart!

He Cheng suddenly vomited blood from his mouth. He widened his eyes in disbelief, and quickly endured the severe pain, grabbing the unconscious Su An and holding him in front of him to threaten him.

"You, if you dare to do that again, I will kill this bitch first!"

He said this in fear and was about to call those gangsters for help, but when he turned around, he found that the gangsters had already run away in fear.

Just kidding, they are just here to act, not to fight to the death!

He Cheng was so angry that he cursed on the spot, and had to run back with Su An in his arms, trying to get away from this scary cripple as soon as possible.

Seeing this, Fu Zhun's breathing became more and more disordered, and he suddenly swung out another blade towards He Cheng's knee.

"Ah!" He Cheng screamed and immediately fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fu Zhun stood up from the wheelchair. His legs were instantly filled with excruciating and itchy pain that penetrated his bones, causing veins to pop up on his forehead and cold sweat to fall.

He seemed unaware, his brows darkened, and he strode straight towards He Cheng.

"Dead Cripple!"

He Cheng cursed in shock and anger. Seeing the tall man approaching, he gritted his teeth and wanted to push Su An in front of him as a shield. "If you come over again, I will--"

But how could Fu Zhun give him this opportunity? He grabbed his wrist as swiftly as an eagle's claw and pinched it hard.

"Let her go!"

The force was like a pair of iron pliers and almost broke his bones. He Cheng had to let go because of the pain.

It seems that he still underestimated this cripple!

"You've ruined my plans time and again! Just wait for me!"

He Cheng's face turned pale and blue, but no matter how unwilling he was, he could only push Su An out and then limp away in a hurry.

"Miss Su..." Fu Zhun didn't have time to care about He Cheng who had escaped. He stared at Su An's pale face, then without hesitation, he carried the little girl on his back and quickly went to the clinic.

"Well!"

His already weak legs felt as heavy as lead, and every step he took was excruciatingly painful.

Fu Zhun's body was soon soaked with cold sweat, his face had already turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.

……

When Su An regained consciousness, he felt his head was still dizzy and his whole body was sore.

The last scene in my memory still lingers on He Cheng’s triumphant and vicious face.

What's going on? Is she kidnapped now?

Thinking of this, Su An suddenly sat up with great effort, looked around quickly, and was then stunned.

Not only was she lying on the couch in Fu Zhun's room, she also saw the anxious faces of Zhou Li and Xie Qingfeng.

"Zhou Li, thank you, miracle doctor?" she shouted in surprise.

Hearing this, both of them looked up at her, but their expressions were unusually solemn.

Su An was wondering in his heart, when suddenly he saw Fu Zhun lying unconscious on the bed. He was sweating profusely, his brows were knitted in pain, and his handsome face was now incredibly pale.

She was shocked and staggered over, "What happened to him?!"

Zhou Li stood by the bed and sighed, "The master's legs are in a critical stage of recovery and he can't walk around freely. But when we found him, he had collapsed in front of the clinic, carrying you, who was unconscious."

"The master's leg has been injured again, so the injury has relapsed. This period of recuperation has been in vain!"

The more Su An listened, the more frightened he became. Fu Zhun actually carried him back here?

"Then...then his legs..." Looking at the man who was still sleeping and in pain, Su An's voice trembled.

Xie Qingfeng's face was as black as charcoal, but he still kindly said to comfort her: "It's nothing serious, it's just that you've been reborn before liberation. You just need to start recuperating from the beginning."

It's just a simple statement, but how could Su An not know how painful it is?

Having been in a wheelchair for many years, the muscles and bones in his legs have long since degenerated, but he still carries his own weight. What kind of impact should his legs bear?

"Woo——"

Her eyes were sore and tears were flowing out uncontrollably. She slowly softened with guilt and heartache.

"Why...Fu Zhun, you are such a fool!"

He could have just ignored it and been safe and sound, but in order to save himself...!

Su An was in tears, her heart ached, and she was so overwhelmed by self-blame that she could hardly breathe.

Zhou Li and Xie Qingfeng watched from the side and turned their heads away with the same displeasure.

They didn't know what had happened, but now was not the time to ask.

Just as he was about to offer some words of comfort, the man's slightly hoarse voice slowly rang out, "Why are you crying? Ahem...it's not your fault."

"Master, you're awake!" Zhou Li and the other man turned their heads and were immediately overjoyed.

I saw that Fu Zhun on the bed had opened his eyes, his dark eyelashes slightly raised, and a small shadow fell on his eyelids, making his face look even colder and paler.

At this moment, there was a faint smile in his eyes, and he looked at Su An with helplessness.

When Zhou Li saw this situation, he immediately held his breath and stopped Xie Qingfeng who was about to go forward to check.

Wait wait wait, there is a play!

Seeing Fu Zhun wake up, Su An's tearful eyes lit up with joy, and she couldn't help but rush over and hug him.

"Woo woo you really scared me to death!"