Song Chen suddenly paused, as if was scared, and took a few steps back in a hurry, his complexion was ugly.

This brother and sister did not remind him to care about affection, but warned him to pay attention to his identity.

He bowed his head suddenly and looked at Song Qingyou. Those eyes were without any emotions because of his loss of control.

Song Chen's face changed, fist tightly, and his eyes were terrible.

Song Qingyou is not afraid, and the voice is still indifferent: "Do you think you can offset your harm to me just? Song Chen, what is it to be in the basement of you in the basement, what do you feel?

I didn't think about how old I was at that time? Five years old. "

Song Qingyou looked at Song Chen: "Do you know that I have to have a closed phobia for a while?"

Song Chen paused, he really didn't know, but what was it? It was because of Song Qingyou that he would be scolded by the junior third because of Song Qingyou. Everyone respected him with Song Shao, and everyone looked down on Song Shao.

Has he has not been grieved over the years?

He hated Song Qingyou's face, hated this face that made him have those dark thoughts, and hated them all about Song Yuan's blood.

There was a loud noise of abandoned iron door, and someone kicked the door from the outside.

Song Chen's mouth was hooked, and his eyes were full of hatred, and his face was twisted with a knife with Song Qingyou's neck: "I want to see, what extent that the crazy dog ​​can do for you."

Song Qingyou's eyes changed slightly, and the calmness of the support finally appeared: "What do you want to do!"

Fu Wenzhou stood against the door against the light, his face was so shocking, his eyes were like the sea in the late night of the cold winter. He looked around Song Chen and fell on the tied Song Qingyou.

When seeing the blood scabs on the neck and the blood stains leraded from the ropes, the eyes changed sharply, and the sleeves were fist tightly, giggling: "Song Chen! Are you fucking bored!"

His appearance is too terrible, like a roaring tiger.

Song Chen instinctively shrinks, but he quickly recovered as usual, and smiled evilly: "Fu Wenzhou, I didn't expect you to come so fast, but it was enough to have a person."

Fu Wenzhou's frontal corner was beating, gritting his teeth, his eyes were always on Song Qingyou.

When Song Chang called him, he had drove out. Song Qingyou went to Shiyu today, and the red dot on the screen left the city.

He was soaring all the way, but he didn't expect it to be a step late.

Fu Wenzhou faced Song Qingyou and smiled: "Don't be afraid of pomelo."

Song Qingyou's heart is sore in his heart. Is this person a fool? Why is he alone?

Song Chen tied her away to attract Fu Wenzhou. Can he see such an obvious purpose.

She did not let Fu Wenzhou leave because she knew he would not leave.

Will not leave her alone.

Song Qingyou can only try to negotiate with Song Chen: "If you want to return to the Song family's shares, I can give you, or the more than ten billion, I too ..."

"Shares?" Song Chen narrowed his eyes. He really wanted to return to the shares, but how could this calm down his mind.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were cold and couldn't look at it at a glance: "Put her."

Song Chen's knife was approaching, looking at Fu Wenzhou, grinning: "I want me to let her go."

He pulled out a short knife from his waist and threw it: "In this way, you stabbed yourself, and maybe I was happy to see people."

Fu Wenzhou glanced at him, bent over and picked up his knife, and tied it on his thigh without hesitation: "Can you put it?"

The blood stained the fabric on his leg, flowing down the pants tube, and Song Qingyou could even hear the sound of the blood dripping on the ground.

She looked at Fu Wenzhou holding the knife's hand, her lips opened, but her throat seemed to be blocked. She couldn't make a word of words. Only the slightly trembling shoulders exposed her mood at the moment.

Song Chen did not expect that Fu Wenzhou would stab is so crisp, not even a hint of hesitation. The eyes became more vulnerable, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was bigger: "What to do, I don't see enough."

Fu Wenzhou held a knife and stabbed another leg again: "Is it enough?"

Song Qingyou trembled, pressing the crying sound, the pain of his throat, the chest cavity seemed to be tightly hugged by a big hand, the pain could not breathe, the eyes were blocked by the water mist, and the hoarse screaming: "Don't ... don't ...

Don't stab anymore! "

Song Chen laughed lowly, like ghost charm: "Sister, have you distressed?"

Song Qingyou watched the man with a smile on her, as if she was soothing her, her emotional collapse, crying and shaking her head towards Fu Wenzhou.

Song Chen licked his lips, and seemed to be satisfied with Fu Wenzhou's yield. "Otherwise, you can kneel down and ask me, Fu Wenzhou, aren't you proud? You want to kneel down and ask me, I will let her."

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were as cold as frost, and his face bent down his knees expressionlessly.

Song Qingyou's hair was scarlet, her eyes were scarlet, her crying heart was cracked, her voice was sharp and hoarse, and she was bitter as it was soaked in Huanglian water: "Fu Wenzhou! Don't kneel! You are not allowed to kneel!"

Fu Wenzhou worked hard to squeeze a smile, and his voice was low: "Grapefruit, it's okay."

The man's knees slowly kneeling, the movement involved the knife injury on the leg, and the blood was influencing down, but he was indifferent.

Song Chen stared at Fu Wenzhou unbelievable, as sincere curious: "You are willing to kneel for a woman?"

The crazy dog ​​who could make the storm in Jingcheng knelt in front of himself and folded his pride. This feeling made Song Chen's whole body excited.

I was so excited that the tip of the knife was deviated for a moment without discovering it.

Fu Wenzhou's black eyes narrowed suddenly, and quickly threw the knife handle in his hand.

Song Chen suddenly had a pain in his shoulders. He didn't wait for him to react, and the whole person was overturned. The tip of the knife was pulled out of the shoulder and did not enter his chest.

Song Chen's painful face was twisted.

Fu Wenzhou's red eyes were covered with blood, and it was coercion, like a sudden rain, and hidden bloodthirsty and breath under the eyes.

"Do you dare to move her?"

"I couldn't bear even touching even, you dare to move her!"

He punched Song Chen's belly, and Fu Wenzhou had hit a black boxing. In this way, Song Chen had no sound in a few times.

Song Chang and the police were shocked by the scene inside at the door.

After the reaction came, several policemen immediately stepped forward to hold Fu Wenzhou and did not let him continue to fight. Song Chen, who had fallen into the pool of blood, was dying, his nose and mouth filled with blood, and he kept vomiting.

Fu Wenzhou wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with his back, took off the blood -stained jacket, walked to Song Qingyou, unbuttoned her rope lightly, and saw the threes on the surface of the skin. The heart was painful.

"Don't be afraid, pomelo, I'm here."

Song Qingyou was held in his arms and cared carefully, and the tears slipped down at the corner of his eyes.
Chapter completed!