Strategy to Attack the System

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Fu Xian staggered, and when he fell backward, he was supported by the bodyguard who appeared, and then the bodyguard pushed the wheelchair in.

Fu Xian got into the wheelchair tremblingly, and said with a helpless smile while coughing.

"Originally I wanted to appear with a handsome appearance, but it seems not bad now, Xiaofu, you see, I really don't even want my life to save you."

He coughed very hard, almost coughing up blood from his chest with every blow, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Seeing that Jiang Fu didn't speak, Fu Xian wiped his pale lips with a handkerchief, and he swallowed the faint blood coming out of his lungs.

He stared at Jiang Fu who was silent and right, his eyes entangled with the indifferent expression, and he muttered softly.

"After being taken home from the police station, I was beaten by my father and taken to the hospital. I begged him to let me continue to see you in the entertainment industry, but he refused. After I asked for a little bit, the root cause of the disease fell."

Jiang Fu lowered his eyes in disinterest, his posture was casual, and he even leaned lazily on the back of the sofa.

In this chaotic and **** room, he was like a kaolin flower stained with irrelevant blood, still cold and indifferent.

"No one asks you."

Fu Xian pushed the wheelchair closer to him, and the bodyguard behind him dragged Mo Xuan's corpse aside, so that he could get closer to Jiang Fu.

Fu Xian stared at him unblinkingly, as if he hadn't seen him in a long time, and as if it was the first time to meet him, gradually looking for the shadow that fascinated himself from his body inch by inch.

"Xiaofu, why are you willing to act like a baby to Yuanchen, but you are so cold to me, what did I do wrong?"

Jiang Fu shook his head and said.

"It's not your fault, it's just that Yuanyuan is different in my heart. Everyone except him is the same to me."

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, his sweet smile did not contain any emotion, and he whispered cruelly.

"Same, it's not worth my attention at all."

The words of resoluteness felt like a stab in the heart, Fu Xian's eyes turned black, and his jealous anger was poking out of his chest like a blade with a razor blade. His throat was sore that he almost coughed to death.

It took several minutes before he slowly stopped his cough, and his face showed a sickly pale.

The weak voice was full of desperate gloom.

"It's okay Xiaofu, when you become my person, and when you are bound to my bed day and night, you have to care about me. You will beg me to be deeper and beg me to love you well. "

As he got his wish, he saw Jiang Fu's face change slightly, and he was free and happy like a dense worm biting from the tail vertebrae, his hands and feet were soft and his heart numb.

Almost an inch, he couldn't help but use more intense words to get more satisfaction from Jiang Fu's ugly face.

He gently stroked Jiang Fu's red and swollen cheek, intermittent grinning from his heavy breathing.

"Xiaofu, your smile is so sweet, the dimples are so sweet, you should also be sweet inside, like fresh and plump peaches, and all the fragrant juice comes out when you poke it in."

Jiang Fu was expressionlessly silent, with white muscles and red lips, like a fragile statue.

Fu Xian stared at him in a daze, lost in shock by the beauty that came over him, and forgot to say anything.

"It's really sweet."

The deep voice broke Fu Xian's vain attempt to continue the verbal conjecture, as if a wisp of cold air broke into the ambiguous humidity, suddenly condensing the undissipated obscurity into a unique frost.

Fu Xian's face changed drastically, and he turned to the wheelchair in a panic and ordered angrily.

"Stop him for me!"

The other bodyguards in the room were shot and killed by Yuan Chen the moment he opened his mouth. Behind Yuan Chen, the stairway that should have been guarded by a dozen bodyguards resounded emptyly with Fu Xian’s fearful roar and silence. The disturbing.

Yuan Chen stepped on the armrest of the wheelchair, put the cold barrel of the gun against Fu Xian's forehead, mockingly.

"Your bodyguards are really useless, it's a pity that such a high-profile gun."

Fu Xian stiffly didn't dare to move, and his momentum instantly weakened. He glared at Yuan Chen with a white face, his voice trembling in horror.

"You, do you dare to threaten me, the Fu family will not let you go!"

Yuan Chen unceremoniously patted his face with the barrel, deep eyes full of deep coldness.

"Did you hit the orange, or did you tie him?"

Such humiliation made Fu Xian blush with anger. He was in pain from being hit by the barrel, and a painful red appeared on his pale face.

After hearing Yuan Chen's questioning, he seemed to have caught a glimmer of hope, gritted his teeth and quickly explained.

"No, it's not me, it was all made by Mo Xuan, I have killed her."

"Oh, thank you."

Yuan Chen's tone was a little perfunctory, and the smiling face showed some evil hostility for no reason.

Fu Xian inexplicably felt that Yuan Chen in front of him was strangely dangerous, and he said with an ugly face.

"You see, I didn't hurt Jiang Fu."

Yuan Chen nodded and really withdrew the barrel.

Fu Xiangang breathed a sigh of relief, and saw Yuan Chen bend down to pull out the belts of the bodyguards, and then tied him firmly to the wheelchair immobile.

Fu Xian suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He looked at Yuan Chen in astonishment, only to see Yuan Chen curl his lips and smile, and shrugged quite kindly.

"Don't you want to know whether oranges are sweet or not, then I will satisfy your curiosity."

Yuan Chen didn't look at Fu Xian's stiff expression anymore. He turned and squatted on the ground, untied the silk scarf from Jiang Fu's hand, and unhappily wiped the blood of Mo Xuan's corpse splashed on his arm.

He wiped it clean for a while, scratching Jiang Fu's delicate skin with his slightly rough finger pads, which was a bit piercing.

Jiang Fu glanced at him and said quietly.

"pain."

Yuan Chen looked down at the red marks on his arm that had been wiped off, and the hostility on his face faded slightly, showing tenderness and affection.

He bowed his head and kissed Jiang Fu's arm, and then stretched upward and carefully kissed the red and swollen left cheek. The low voice was like a beautiful hypnosis, and everyone unknowingly introduced a new illusion.

"Orange orange, it doesn't hurt, and there are arms on my face, so I won't hurt anymore."

It was a magical shot like movie special effects. The palm print on Jiang Fu's face gradually faded away, and he recovered as quickly as his arm.

Jiang Fu raised his eyebrows, smiled like a funny child, and said with his lips curled.

"It really doesn't hurt anymore."

Yuan Chen looked at his nonchalant expression before asking strangely after a pause.

"Why are you not afraid? With so much blood, such a corpse, are you not afraid at all?"

The smile on Jiang Fu's face was deeper, and his jet-black eyes were full of wet cunning, and an unstoppable radiance was born during the flow.

He proudly boasted.

"You are the most perfect man-made in the interstellar, and I am not a fragile glass. If you have the opportunity, let you see how good I am in the interstellar."

Yuan Chen's remarks about the interstellar were not refuted this time. He stared at Jiang Fu thoughtfully at the smiling Jiang Fu for a while, then suddenly laughed, with a little regret in his enthusiastic tone.

"Orange, you really make me feel a little bit excited."

It is indeed a very different existence from other volunteers.

It looks like a ghost, looks just like a fragile and beautiful thin flower**, or a soft and coquettish little cat, which makes people feel that the bones can be crushed so easily when held in the hand, weak and small .

But when he grabbed his hand, he realized that sharp thorns would be erected from the seemingly soft pads, and they would plunge into people's hearts all at once, killing everyone.

I thought I could see through it at a glance, but I always found a new side before losing interest.

It's so cute.

Jiang Fu tilted his head and said with a smile while holding the winning ticket.

"Then keep moving until you are willing to wake up for me."

Yuan Chen snorted, but there was no disregard on his face. He kissed Jiang Fu's left ear with the golden and green opal, then leaned over and picked him up, and walked grandiosely into the bedroom.

Jiang Fu, who was leaning against his arms, played with the necklace protruding from his chest, and said nothing.

Fu Xian, who was left in the messy living room, seemed to be holding a handful of rough sand. He wanted to spit out the dull painful stagnation, but he gritted his teeth and did not dare to let out a trace. The sound, tight ears and eyes stared straight at the direction of the bedroom, all attention went away.

Yuan Chen deliberately did not close the bedroom door. The brand-new sheets just laid were dark. Jiang Fu's blue fine checkered pajamas were thrown on the precarious corner of the bed, half of his sleeves hanging down.

On the inner side of the pajamas far away from the pajamas is a shiny and greasy foot. The tightly curled toes grabbed the sheet wrinkly. Along the foot is a tight and flexible snow-white calf, which was lifted into the air helplessly. Swayed.

The dazzling white shaking made people dazzle with tinnitus, and the faint gasp sound wrapped in the sobbing cry, like an invisible silk thread digging into every pore of Fu Xian, the twisted whole heart was forced to shudder under the extreme stimulation. , Fu Xian was almost out of breath when the blood rushed into his limbs.

He was drowning, bowed and breathed with difficulty, his crazy eyes almost bleeding.

After the end of the day, Fu Xian was taken away by the Fu family. Even if Fu Xian’s father personally promised that he would never allow Fu Xian to step into the entertainment circle again, Yuan Chen still ruthlessly took Fu Xian’s secrets Expose to the public.

Fu Xian’s too deep into the play caused him to have mental problems long ago. When playing a serial murderer, he actually secretly killed a few homeless people in order to completely substitute for that bloodthirsty feeling. The character mixed with the blood of the innocent was hailed as a textbook-like peak acting after it was released.

Although the killing committed by Fu Xian was secretly settled by the Fu family, as long as he continues to stay in the entertainment circle for one day, his paranoid and twisted mentality will never subside, instead it will intensify.

After learning the truth, the entire entertainment circle was shocked. Although the Fu family tried their best to suppress the crusade and swearing of the entire network, and even tried to open a document of spiritual proof to help Fu Xian escape the blame, how could Yuanchen let them do as they wish, Fu Xian was finally caught in prison, spending the rest of his desperate life in that truly cruel place.

The death of Mo Xuan was attributed to Fu Xian, and Jiang Fu was the only victim.

After Fu Xian's matter settled, Jiang Fu continued his career in the entertainment industry, and Yuan Chen became his new agent.

The two are inseparable, work and life are inseparable. After surrendering to CP fans for five years, they finally sent Weibo announcing their marriage.

The wedding was not private/confidential. They invited media friends to attend and selected some lucky fans. The wedding was very grand and the entire entertainment circle was celebrating them.

On the night of the wedding, they posted the same Weibo, and Aite also shared each other.

Weibo is a picture. The larger hand is full of protection and wraps the thin white hand tightly. The fingers are interlocked and inseparable.

The ring fingers of both hands are wearing identical silver rings, and the gems embedded on them are the golden and green opals that appeared on their necklaces and earrings.

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