Being a Lady of an Influential Family

"Papa papa."

There were several high-fives in the hall, and everyone came back to look at the handsome Wei Changxiu.

Master Wei was smiling, looking at Leng Sa and raising his hands to applaud, his eyes were full of admiration, "Young Madam is very skilled."

Leng Sa smiled, "I laughed, stress response."

"..." You should move your foot away from someone's arm before you say this.

Wei Changxiu's eyes fell on Fu Fengcheng, "Young Master Fu, it's because you can't do it. You still need your wife's help in such a small battle. It's really... tsk..."

Young Master Fu also made a record of headshot by a bandit get the greatest disregard from everyone present.

Fu Fengcheng said indifferently: "This mess doesn't seem to be mine."

Long Yue snorted softly, "You didn't do anything tonight, did you?" The auction was handled by a few of them, and Fu Fengcheng's biggest thing tonight was talking about it.

Fu Fengcheng raised his eyes and said calmly, "I have a wife, do you have one?"

"..." For the first time seeing a man who eats soft food hard, Young Marshal Long expressed his admiration. He is not so shameless.

Song Boang brought people in from the outside, and said to Fu Fengcheng, "Young Master, everything outside has been cleared."

With such an incident tonight, it is no surprise that tomorrow will definitely be a major breaking news that can shock the whole country. Although they blocked the roads leading to the hotel first, there were many people near the hotel, and some reporters hadn't left yet.

Those gangsters still fled sporadically, and a lot of manpower was needed to hunt them down and search them so as not to cause any further harm.

Fu Fengcheng nodded slightly, "Thank you for your hard work, General Song, let someone clean up the aftermath."

"Yes." This kind of thing naturally does not require people of Song Boang's level to go in person. He nodded to the people around him, and immediately someone turned around and went out.

Fu Fengcheng's eyes fell on Hong Tianci who was on the ground, and he lightly ordered, "Xia Wei'an, take it away."

"Yes." Xia Wei'an took two steps forward, but saw Hong Tianci suddenly raised a gun, but this time the gun was not aimed at the person opposite him, but at himself. Just as he was about to shoot, a silver light flashed, the gun in Hong Tianci's hand fell to the ground and slid a few steps away, just landing at Leng Sa's feet.

Leng Sa raised her foot and kicked the gun, "Huh? Where did this gun come from? Why is Mr. Hong so irritable?"

Hong Tianci gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Elder Hong can't wait for the ants to survive."

Xu Shaoming laughed and said, "Probably because Mr. Hong is already terminally ill, and he doesn't have many days to live. If it falls into our hands, we will have to suffer a lot. It's better to die."

Hearing this, Hong Tianci's eyes widened suddenly, and he stared at Fu Fengcheng, "You are deliberately playing tricks on me!" From the very beginning, Fu Fengcheng knew his details. So in Fu Fengcheng's eyes, everything tonight was just a drama from beginning to end.

Hong Tianci's face turned blue and purple, and he was almost so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

"I'm not the only one playing tricks on you." Fu Fengcheng said, and glanced at Long Baoyun and Shang Feiyun who were also sitting in the other corner.

The two of them sat upright at some point, and were staring at them with great interest as if they were watching a play. How could they look like they had been drugged?

Long Baoyun sighed, and said regretfully: "At first, I thought I could take this opportunity to sell Young Master Fu's favor, but I didn't expect Young Master Fu's own people to be too tough, so they didn't intervene."

Shang Feiyun snorted softly, "Mr. Hong broke the contract first, so you can't blame me, Feiyun, for being dishonest."

"Pfft!" Hong Tianci finally couldn't help but vomited a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

Leng Sa sighed and picked up the gun from the ground, "Can't you be kinder to the old man?" Hong Tianci was the worst tonight.

After the matter was resolved, this bloody hotel naturally couldn't stay for a long time, and the VIPs in the hotel who came from afar were also arranged to go to other places after the aftermath. Speaking of which, Hong Tianci also committed crimes, Hong Bang's huge property has been ruined in this way, no one will dare to come and stay here in a short time. Of course, it is unknown whether Hong Gang can escape this time, and it is estimated that no one has the time to worry about it.

When Fu Fengcheng and Leng Sa led people out of the hotel, they saw a car parked on the side of the road not far away. Standing beside the car was a straight and familiar figure, it was Han Ran.

Sitting in the car, Dujun Fu was slightly relieved when he saw the two people coming over and glanced at them, "Are you all right?"

Leng Sa smiled and said, "Thank you father for your concern, everything is fine."

"It's fine, go back and rest early. There are people here to take care of the aftermath, and we can deal with the rest tomorrow." Governor Fu looked at Leng Sa with a slightly different look from before, which seemed to carry a meaning that he didn't have before. It's a bit similar to the look Fu Dujun sometimes has when talking to Fu Fengcheng. Before Leng Sa has time to savor it carefully, he has already passed them and looked at Fu Yucheng and Gong Sihe who are following behind.

"Father." Fu Yucheng's face was pale, apparently he hadn't recovered from the shock tonight.

Governor Fu nodded slightly, it was rare that he didn't reprimand him, he just said, "Go back to rest earlier, is Miss Gong okay?"

Although Gong Sihe's face was a little pale, he still looked decent.

"Thank you for your concern, Overseer, I'm fine."

Governor Fu nodded and leaned back in his chair without looking outside. Han Ran nodded respectfully to everyone, turned around and got into the car.

"Who do you think is the person behind Hong Tianci?" It was already two o'clock in the morning when he got home, and Leng Sa became more awake after washing up, and he was a little excited and couldn't sleep at all. So she rolled around on the bed, fortunately the bed was wide enough, otherwise Fu Fengcheng who was sitting on the outside would have been squeezed out of the bed directly by her.

Fu Fengcheng leaned against the head of the bed and put down the book in his hand, looked at her and said, "What do you think?"

Leng Sa raised her head to look at him, and shook her head, "I don't know, I don't know who are the important people in An Xia." At most, she only knows about the governors in various places and the cabinet in the capital.

Although it is reasonable to say that they are capable of ordering the Hong Gang, those who have the need to kill Fu Fengcheng should be in these few families. But An Xia has been passed down for thousands of years, and the depth of the water in the dark is really not something ordinary people can know.

Just talking about the capital, the Zhang family now has a good cabinet, but it doesn't mean that the cabinet belongs to the Zhang family. There are not a few who have the strength to compete, otherwise the Zhang family would not want to marry the royal family.

There is also the royal family. After all, they have been in power for hundreds of years. Who knows if there are any unknown forces behind them?

"They are both young marshals. Why don't people think about Long Yue and Song Lang every day? Why are you so hated?" Leng Sa sighed softly, and couldn't help stretching out her hand to pull Fu Fengcheng's cheek.

Fu Fengcheng held her wrist calmly, and with a little force, he brought her to him. Leng Sa was forced to pillow on his lap, "It's a mediocrity not to provoke jealousy, isn't that what Madam said?"

"I never said that."

Leng Sa struggled to get up, "Do you have other plans for tonight?"

Fu Fengcheng raised his eyebrows puzzled, "What are you preparing for?"

"Those sharpshooters?" Leng Sa said, "Even without me, you can still deal with them, right?"

Otherwise, if she doesn't do anything, will Fu Fengcheng wait to be locked by those people?

You know, snipers in the dark are like ghosts everywhere, and you will be hit by them if you are not careful. She didn't believe that Fu Fengcheng would bet all his bets on her.

Fu Fengcheng said: "Where is it so easy to find a sharpshooter of Madam's level? But... I did prepare some precautions."

Leng Sa looked at her curiously, her eyes sparkling with stars.

Fu Fengcheng said: "I have ordered people to bury ten kilograms of explosives (crabs) near all positions suitable for sharpshooters to ambush."

"..." Leng Sa carefully calculated the suitable location for ambush in his memory, "Those two buildings must have been destroyed by more than half of you?"

Fu Fengcheng said: "So this is a last resort."

"Don't you have any snipers in the six southern provinces?" Leng Sa was puzzled. Based on what she knew from Xingcheng before, there seemed to be quite a few good seedlings.

And although An Xia didn't have the modern concept of sniping, there were sharpshooters and sharpshooters from ancient times to the present. From Leng Sa's point of view, many of the concepts were very close to snipers.

Fu Fengcheng nodded and said: "Yes, it's too troublesome." The average sharpshooter in the army is not as efficient and outstanding as his wife.

The confrontation between the two sides will consume a lot of time and inevitably cause unnecessary sacrifices. In fact, they also arranged a few sharpshooters tonight, all of which were used to deal with ordinary people and cooperate with Leng Sa to suppress the opponents. However, it is said that those people were very curious and admired the mysterious gunman. If they hadn't been disciplined, they might have ran out to ask someone for advice afterwards.

Leng Sa shook her head disapprovingly, "Practice experience is still very important, how can they grow like this?" In fact, there is still a gap in strength for her to hold down a few people by herself tonight. If you really meet a well-matched opponent, time-consuming is inevitable. Sometimes this profession is more patient than anyone else.

"Madam taught me a lesson." Fu Fengcheng looked at her obviously sleepy look and said softly, "I haven't thanked Madam tonight."

Leng Sa was a little puzzled, "Thank you for what?"

"Thank you madam for protecting me tonight." Fu Fengcheng whispered close to her ear.

Leng Sa waved his hand very generously and said: "You're welcome, Lord Leng promised to protect you, and he keeps his word."

Fu Fengcheng said: "That can't be done, what kind of gift does Madam want?"

Leng Sa blinked, staring at Fu Fengcheng in a daze, "Thank you? Let me think... Uh, I can't think of it..." For some reason, Leng Sa suddenly felt that his head was empty, and couldn't help shaking it vigorously The head is a little aggrieved and authentic.

A smile flashed across Fu Fengcheng's eyes, "You're drunk."

"I didn't drink." Leng Sa said firmly.

Fu Fengcheng glanced at the empty glass on the bedside table next to him. He only took a sip of the wine he poured for himself before, and it was already empty when he came back from washing.

But usually Leng Sa's alcohol capacity is not bad, so he didn't say anything.

It was very hard to go through so many things tonight, but Leng Sa's spirit was obviously high, so it would be good to have a good night's sleep with a glass of wine.

"Why do you get drunk with a glass of wine?" Fu Fengcheng raised her chin and looked at her carefully. Usually, she doesn't pour a glass of wine even though the wine is a bit strong.

Leng Sa patted his hand away dissatisfied, "I didn't drink!"

"Then what are you drinking?" Fu Fengcheng pointed to the wine glass on the bedside.

Leng Sa's eyes lit up, "Osmanthus fragrans, it's sweet." He walked over to the wine bottle that Fu Fengcheng grabbed and put aside.

Only then did Fu Fengcheng realize that Leng Sa didn't just drink the glass he poured into the glass, but that there was less than a third of the whole bottle of wine left.

This is a strong wine... It does have a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, but it's not too sweet.

Sure enough, he was drunk.

Fu Fengcheng decisively snatched the wine bottle from her hand, not regretting the valuable wine on the market, and directly threw the bottle into the corner farthest from the bed.

Seeing a parabola drawn out, Leng Sa was stunned with some doubts, as if she couldn't figure out where her sweet-scented osmanthus brewing went.

Fu Fengcheng sighed helplessly, he was too drunk to react so slowly, and Xia Wei'an said that the eldest and young lady who killed everyone tonight was completely different. But it seemed a little cute, so I couldn't help reaching out and rubbing her hair, and said softly, "It's getting late, go to bed."

Leng Sa stared at him dissatisfied, Fu Fengcheng smiled and said, "No more, drink it tomorrow?" Leng Sa was not addicted to alcohol when he was sober, and he didn't know why he drank so much tonight, maybe it was because the wine tasted so good ?

Fu Fengcheng thought about going back and stocking up a little more.

Leng Sa stared at Fu Fengcheng's constantly moving lips, she actually couldn't hear what he was saying clearly at the moment, she thought he was as annoying as a fly buzzing.

Finally couldn't help but leaned down angrily and bit it.

"It's so noisy!"

Fu Fengcheng was startled, and there was a slight pain on his lips, which brought him back to his senses immediately.

Fu Fengcheng glanced down at her, seeing that she still refused to give up, he unceremoniously turned from defense to offense. After all, there are a lot of things going on tomorrow, so he can't go out to meet people with teeth marks on his face.

Clutching her slender waist with both hands, she pressed Leng Sa slightly harder and immediately fell limp in his arms.

One hand caressed her back to soothe the restless struggling person, and the other raised her jaw and gently covered her own lips.

Drowsy and dazed, Leng Sa thought this game was very interesting.

He quickly gave up struggling and put his arms around his shoulders, and unconsciously fought for the initiative.

Under the dim light, the two silhouettes seem to be entangled as one.

There was a faint aroma of wine flowing in the room, and the two breathing sounds became more and more stalemate, as if they were gradually merging into one.

In the night sky outside the window, there is no moon tonight, the stars are bright, and the night wind is gentle.