In the middle of the night, Fu Tingshen drank with his clients and got drunk.

The customer blocked his shoulder, and the two good brothers came up and said with regret: "Mr. Fu, you Fu family members are still good at playing, haha, your wife let your crazy little nephew sleep, hahaha, Song Qingyou looks like that

, how can you be willing to give people up?"

Although the face cannot be seen clearly in that photo, and netizens may not know who it is, everyone in the Beijing circle knows it well.

This man was obviously drunk and was talking without thinking. The people next to him saw that Fu Tingshen's face was extremely dark and ugly, so they kept trying to stop him, but this man still didn't notice.

"Hey, there's nothing to be reluctant to part with. Anyway, the money comes and goes, and the money doesn't go to other people's fields..."

Fu Tingshen let go of the other person, and the person suddenly fell into a trap.

He pretended to step forward and help the person up, "Mr. Chen, look at my hands. I have no strength after drinking too much. I'm really sorry."

Mr. Chen sobered up a lot after being drunk. He waved his hands and said it didn't matter. He didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, and hurriedly got into the car with others and left.

They usually talk about these sexy gossips in private, but now they bring it to one of the real owners. It doesn't matter if it offends Fu Tingshen. But if it reaches the ears of that mad dog Fu Wenzhou...

That's bad luck!

After everyone left, Fu Tingshen punched the wall hard.

"Fu Wenzhou, Song Qingyou..."

These two names seemed to be squeezed out from his teeth. When he thought of the hidden mocking eyes of those people just now, his chest was filled with overwhelming anger!

Everyone was laughing at him. He threw away the watermelon and picked up the sesame seeds instead of marrying a beautiful young lady like Song Qingyou, Lin Niaoniao, who came from a small family and couldn't stand up to the public.

Ever since he divorced Song Qingyou, he has become a joke in Beijing!

If Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou hadn't fanned the flames, he wouldn't have believed it even to death!

There was a trace of unwillingness and viciousness in his eyes: "Song Qingyou, no one dares to play tricks on me like this..."

…

The night is getting darker.

Song Qingyou was sitting on the sofa, looking through the documents sent by her assistant, and began to feel sleepy as she read them.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

She lazily didn't want to move, but the doorbell kept ringing.

She had no choice but to stand up, gather her thick shawl, and subconsciously looked at the time, which happened to be the time Fu Wenzhou said she would get home.

She opened the door. Before she saw anyone, two faint smiles subconsciously appeared on her face: "Don't you know the password?"

Before he finished speaking, Fu Tingshen appeared in sight.

The smell of alcohol all over her body, carried by the cold wind, rushed towards Song Qingyou's face, making her shiver from the cold.

Fu Tingshen's eyes were bloodshot at this time, and he stared at her with a sinister smile, "Who are you waiting for? That little bastard Fu Wenzhou?"

This woman has been married to me for three years, and every time she faces him, she looks like she is dying. How has she ever smiled so beautifully?

It seems that he guessed it right. She had long planned to divorce him and get together with Fu Wenzhou, and even set up a scheme with him!

Song Qingyou was keenly aware of his abnormality and frowned.

He stepped back and wanted to close the door, but Fu Tingshen bumped into him hard!

She was unprepared for a moment, lost her balance, and was knocked to the ground by the door.

Her eyes were spinning for a while, and then she heard the slamming of the door and the sound of it being locked, and her heart suddenly sank!

"Fu Tingshen, what do you want to do?!"

She stood up holding on to the entrance cabinet and yelled sternly, but when she got too excited, she choked on the wind and coughed.

As soon as Fu Tingshen saw her frail and beautiful appearance, he remembered the scene of her fooling around with Fu Wenzhou, and there was only one thought left in his mind corroded by alcohol.

Fu Wenzhou can touch him, why can't he?

As soon as Song Qingyou stood firm, severe pain came from her scalp. Fu Tingshen grabbed her hair and threw her onto the sofa!

The hand she had just put down lit up, and a message from Fu Wenzhou popped up: [Youyou, I may have to go home a little later, I love you]

Song Qingyou's eyes widened and she reached out to grab her phone. Although Fu Tingshen had drunk too much, he had already expected it and grabbed the phone and smashed it out!

Bang!

The phone fell to the wall and then to the ground, shattering into pieces!

"How many times have you slept with Fu Wenzhou?" Fu Tingshen grabbed her hair, raised his hand and slapped her: "Bitch!"

Song Qingyou had never been beaten so hard before, and her ears suddenly started to ring.

However, before she could react, she saw Fu Tingshen put his mouth up. She felt so disgusted that she almost slapped him with all her strength!

"Fu Tingshen! Are you crazy? Let me go!"

Fu Tingshen was completely angered by this slap. He turned Song Qingyou over and tore her cotton pajamas with a tear. His obscene and mean words almost rang in her ears: "You have been married to me for three years, and you have been acting like this all day long.

I won’t let you touch the ghostly appearance of a chaste and fierce woman. I’ve raised you for so long in vain. What’s wrong with you now exercising my right to be a husband?”

"Guess if Fu Wenzhou will want you, a broken shoe, after I take you!"

He restrained Song Qingyou's hands with one hand, and used the other hand to remove her pants.

Song Qingyou struggled almost screaming, but her body was so fragile, how could she be a match for a drunkard?

The moment Fu Tingshen's hand touched the skin of her waist, she was shocked, angry, panicked and afraid. All kinds of intense emotions were mixed together. She was so angry that she spurted out a mouthful of blood!

"Fu Wenzhou..."

She murmured and glanced at the shattered mobile phone on the ground for the last time, tears falling down desperately...

His body went limp and he completely lost consciousness.

Fu Tingshen grabbed her hair and said angrily: "Song Qingyou, don't pretend to be dead for me!"

However, Song Qingyou drooped her head, and her already pale little face seemed to have turned dark blue at this time, and her lips were even blue and white. Even the bright red blood could not cover up the terrible color.

Fu Tingshen was shaken hard, his anger subsided, and he finally sobered up a bit.

He almost panicked and let go of Song Qingyou, but he didn't give up and stretched out his fingers to feel her breath...

Dead silence.

His face changed drastically, he took a few steps back, and bumped into the coffee table in a panic. He stared in horror at the silent woman lying on the sofa, and stumbled out!

He just wants to punish her!

He didn't want her life!

She fell ill and died of her own illness, it had nothing to do with him!

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More than ten minutes later, the fingerprint lock dinged.

[Welcome to the home of Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou]

The door opened, accompanied by Fu Wenzhou's cheerful voice.

"Youyou, look what I brought you, your favorite peach blossom cake..."

His words stopped suddenly, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

I saw a mess in the living room, and there seemed to be a trace of alcohol lingering in the air.

On the sofa, his Youyou clothes were lying in a mess, his little face looked ashen, and he looked like a beautiful doll that had lost its life.

For a few seconds, Fu Wenzhou's mind was completely blank!

"Youyou!"

In the pitch-black night, a painful roar passed through the window, frightening the birds perching in the trees below.
Chapter completed!