Fast time travel, did the host kill the villain today?

Chapter 70 She loves the CEO so much (10)

Author: Mr. Shiyin

Fu Jiu followed Shen Mochi around the mall for almost three or four hours. If Guan Rui hadn't called to tell him that there was an overseas temporary meeting, he didn't know when the shopping would have ended.

Since I bought too many things, I had to store them in the mall first and call the bodyguard to pick them up later.

After leaving the mall, Shen Mochi pushed Fu Jiu skillfully to the underground garage. As soon as they entered the garage, they were stopped by a dozen gangsters in a dimly lit area.

They were smoking cigarettes, whistling, and their hair was dyed messy. They looked like they were not good people.

Before the gangsters could say anything, Fu Jiu took out his cell phone and dialed the police number.

The gangsters surrounding Fu Jiu were stunned for a moment. They didn't expect the other party to be so calm and unhurried, but it was obviously not the first time they had done such a thing. They grabbed Fu Jiu's phone and hung up.

"Hey, you are indeed President Fu. It seems that he has seen some scenes and reacts very quickly." The gangster who took away the phone smiled and winked at his companion, "We won't embarrass you too much, we are just accepting people.

Money does things for people, after all, we don’t dare to offend people like you.”

"Pull the man aside, we are here specifically for Mr. Fu today." The gangster looked at Fu Jiu with a flash of ill-intention in his eyes.

"What are you doing? Bullying a girl is nothing! Hmm..."

Two red-haired gangsters stepped forward and pulled Shen Mochi away from Fu Jiu, then held him against the wall and gagged him.

The gangsters didn't do anything to Fu Jiu immediately. Three or five of them stepped forward and skillfully pushed him into the dark safe passage.

After walking into the safe passage and avoiding the cameras, they fully revealed their true nature.

The red-haired gangster pushing the wheelchair swung the wheelchair forward hard, and Fu Jiu followed the wheelchair straight into the wall. Fortunately, the wheelchair was equipped with anti-collision pads. Although the wheelchair hit the wall, Fu Jiu was not hurt.

Hearing the collision of the wheelchair with the wall, the gangsters laughed loudly, and someone else came forward to push and pull Fu Jiu's wheelchair.

"President Fu, is that all? He's just a cripple, and he only has a few more stinky money than people like us."

"Look at her. She can't even stand up. She can't run even if she wants to."

"I heard that big bosses like them have contracts worth millions per minute, but I don't know if that's true."

"To be honest, I have never played with a woman as a boss."

The gangster who was originally just mocking Fu Jiu for pushing the wheelchair suddenly put his hand on Fu Jiu's shoulder.

The woman originally lowered her head, but frowned when she felt the touch on her shoulder. She slowly raised her head and looked at the red-haired gangster: "Who asked you to come."

"Who? Don't worry about Mr. Fu." The red-haired gangster grinned, showing his big yellow teeth. The hand on Fu Jiu's shoulder moved forward little by little, close to the collarbone.

Fu Jiu's black eyes flashed coldly, and he raised his hand to put on the back of the gangster's hand.

"Hey, Mr. Fu is indeed a member of the upper class. He knows a lot and is very willing to play." The gangster whistled and grabbed Fu Jiu's hand with some eagerness with his other hand.

But the smile on his face didn't last more than two seconds before it was replaced by pain.

Fu Jiu bent the gangster's wrist ninety degrees, then gently pulled the person forward from behind the wheelchair to the front of the wheelchair and smashed the person to the ground. The red-haired gangster's mind went blank after the fall. It took him a long time to react and started to moan.

"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Come on! Kill this woman!"

Originally, because Fu Jiu was good-looking, he didn't intend to make her look too ugly all of a sudden. Don't blame her for this damn bitch's ignorance!

If he doesn't play with her to death in a while, he will have been living in vain for these decades!

"You are so childish." Fu Jiu's cold voice sounded eerie, cold, and deep in the empty safety passage.

She neatly controlled the wheelchair to avoid the fists coming up, and grabbed the gangster's hand like beating a child, leaving him unable to fight back.

Some gangsters tripped over their wheelchairs before they even had time to take action. It was uncomfortable to hit the ground on their faces on the hard concrete floor of the emergency passage.

The one-sided beating lasted for more than ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, the movement in the safe passage calmed down. The two gangsters holding down Shen Mochi raised their chins proudly, thinking that as usual, their companions had taken care of the matter.

They let go of Shen Mochi and walked towards the safe passage, wanting to enjoy the last honor. However, before the two of them walked a few steps, there was a faint sound of rolling wheels in the passage, which made them stop in confusion and looked at the safe passage.

Observe the situation at the entrance.

Ten seconds later, the corner of the wheelchair appeared in the field of vision, followed by Fu Jiu's unharmed figure.

"Are you okay?" The two gangsters took a step back in disbelief.

Fu Jiu raised her eyelids and looked at the two of them: "It is recommended that they be sent to the hospital as soon as possible. Maybe their hands and feet can be saved."

What?

Their lips trembled and they hurriedly ran to the passage to see the condition of their companions.

"Fu Jiu!"

Shen Mochi faced the gash on the wall, ran out from behind the parked A6 Audi, and threw himself at Fu Jiu. When he saw the blood on Fu Jiu's collar, he hummed and choked with self-reproach, suppressing his cries.

"Does it hurt? Let's go to the hospital."

"I'm fine, it's someone else's blood."

Lifting the boy's chin, he rubbed his fingertips across the cut on the boy's face. Seeing the boy's dodge, Fu Jiu once again had some images flashing through his mind uncontrollably.

She seemed to see a chubby child and a man with white hair and golden eyes whose gender was unclear. The two of them were standing in a valley, with a towering tree behind them.

This image only appeared in Fu Jiu's mind for less than two seconds and then disappeared without a trace.

"Let's go, let's go back."

midnight.

Nightclub Bar.

There were still two men sitting in the corner of the bar, but tonight the charming woman like a hibiscus did not appear next to the men.

Liu Yujie turned the Gin in his hand, looked through the liquid in the cup, and looked at Xiang Mingxuan opposite: "You seem to be very happy. Did something good happen to you?"

"I just taught a lesson to someone who bullied An An. I'm in a good mood."

"Who?" Liu Yujie asked casually.

"Fu Jiu."

"What?!" Liu Yujie, who was still looking relaxed, immediately sat upright when he heard the name from Xiang Mingxuan's mouth, and put down the wine glass heavily, "Are you crazy? You can just play for fun, but how dare you really do this?

Provoke them all?”

"Don't you know who Fu Jiu is? Xuanli wants to call him Mr. Fu. Are you really not afraid of death?"

"What's there to be afraid of? He's just a cripple. When I get the photos from those gangsters, you won't have to listen to me. What women care about most is reputation." Xiang Mingxuan snorted disdainfully and drank the wine in his hand.

Vermouth, stood up from the booth and staggered out.

"You'd better make sure you get what you want." Liu Yujie reminded loudly, but Xiang Mingxuan had already walked more than ten meters.

Urban writing is so difficult to write, I’m going to die...