Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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"Yes," Fu Jingtong nodded. "Shi Shi, as long as you obey, I will of course let you see your mother."

Shishi ...

Fu Jingtong also called her poetry.

Lin Shiquan gave her red lips a cold look. For the first time, the name Shishi felt strange.

At this time a string of melodious ringtones rang and she called.

There are three characters on the phone screen, Fu Qinglun.

Fu Qinglun's phone.

Lin Shizhen looked at the phone and didn't answer.

"Why not answer?" Fu Jingtong said.

Lin Shizhen raised her apricot eyes and looked at Fu Jingtong. Fu Jingtong was cutting the steak gracefully. He hooked his thin lips and said, "Take it."

A simple word, full of threat consciousness.

Lin Shizhen looked at him for a few seconds, and then the light-colored fingers pressed the key, "Hey."

"Shishi ..." There was an extremely husky voice on the other side, still weak, "Where are you now? I opened my eyes and didn't see you."

Fu Qinglun is still in the hospital. He is wearing a blue and white stripe medical suit, holding a cell phone in his long fingers, and a stab in the heart. He was unconscious for two days and just opened his eyes.

His throat was terribly dry, and his crimson thin lips had cracked and peeled, and the fringe of his forehead covered his clear and pale cold eyes, and his whole body showed sickness and weakness.

The slender fingers tightened the phone, and he rolled the throat knot up and down, without hearing her voice, he called again, "Poetry ..."

"Brother," Fu Jingtong's voice came from the other side. "Shi Shishi's birthday is today. Shi Shi and I are having a candlelight dinner. Would you like to come over?"

Fu Qinglun's black pupils shrank suddenly, and a few seconds later he said, "You wait, I'll be here."

Hanging up the phone, Fu Qinglun lifted the quilt and got out of bed. The heart wound was still hurting. He stretched out his palm and covered it.

He closed his eyebrows, his face was pale and pale.

Soon, he walked out of the ward.

The doctor in the corridor happened to see Fu Qinglun, "Fu Shao, where are you going? You can't go out, you just woke up."

Fu Qinglun's erect body like jade soon disappeared into sight.

...

After half an hour.

Fu Qinglun came to the western restaurant and he wanted to go in, but the two waiters stopped him. "I'm sorry Fu Shao, Miss Lin's birthday today, Master Jing Tong wrapped up here to have a candlelight dinner with Miss Lin, you can't go in . "

Fu Qinglun didn't have time to change the sick suit, but just covered a black thin coat outside, and his handsome eyelids were covered with a layer of shady frost, "Go."

He wanted to break in.

The two waiters looked at each other with a punch and smashed Fu Qinglun's injured heart.

Fu Qinglun stepped back two steps, experiencing a cold sweat.

The two waiters stood on the steps and looked at Fu Qinglun with contempt. "Fu Shao, I called you Shao Fu, how dare you agree? Are you still surnamed Fu, Fu Qinglun? You have been swept out of the Fu family, you Nothing! "

"That is, now Master Fu and Master Fu are both Master Tong Tong. What kind of shallot is Fu Qinglun? Look, Master Tong Tong and Miss Lin have a candlelight dinner. You ca n’t go in." ...

The two waiters were insulting and humiliating.

There was no change in expression on Fu Qinglun. His handsome face had been completely white, and he lifted his eyelids and glanced at the two waiters gently.

This glance made the two waiters shut their mouths shut. The master of the Fu family who once had power in Yecheng, even shattered, still has an inviolable and powerful gas field, which makes people shudder.

Fu Qinglun looked at the floor-to-ceiling window. In the floor-to-ceiling window, under the bright light, Lin Shizhen had a long skirt and had candlelight dinner with Fu Jingtong.

Two large palms draped on his side turned into fists, and a layer of scarlet murderous gas spilled from his handsome eyes.

Inside, Lin Shizhen glanced at Fu Qinglun through the floor-to-ceiling window. The man was wearing a blue and white striped hospital suit. He was not seen for two days. His erect body became thin and thin, but still handsome and noble. It's a famous boy, just a little downcast.

He should have just left the hospital and headed straight for it.

Now his gloomy eyes locked her and Fu Jingtong tightly, presumably trying to kill them all.

Lin Shizhen raised Qingli's eyes to the opposite Fu Jingtong, "This is a shame on Fu Qinglun, are you satisfied?"

Fu Jingtong picked up the red wine at his hand and took a sip elegantly. "Not bad."

At this moment, a squeak sounded, and the sound of broken glass sounded. Lin Shizhen glanced sideways and saw Fu Qinglun holding an iron rod in his hand and a stick going down, he directly cracked the floor-to-ceiling window.

Lin Shiquan froze and stood up. Is he crazy?

Fu Qinglun smashed a large hole into the floor-to-ceiling window, then he pulled out his long legs and walked in. The cold haze of his body lined him very cold, even the smooth lines on the firm jaw were tight.

Fu Jingtong was still sitting on the chair, Fu Qinglun came over and stretched her legs to kick the table, "What to eat? Don't eat it for me!"

Fu Jingtong shrugged and grinned.

Fu Qinglun walked to Lin Shizhen's side and reached out to grasp her little boneless hand. "Poetry, let's go."

Lin Shiquan looked at Yu Jie's palm with her comb-like hair hanging down. He just smashed in front of the floor window and his hand was scratched.

One drop of blood smashed two drops.

Lin Shizhen didn't move, she withdrew her little hand.

Fu Qinglun stopped, he looked at Lin Shizhen, his voice was astringent, "Poetry, happy birthday."

At this time, Fu Jingtong stood up, "Shi Shi, we should go, and we will miss the time to watch the movie later."

Fu Jingtong stretched out his hand and handed it to Lin Shizhen.

Lin Shizhen glanced at Fu Jingtong, and handed him his little hand.

Fu Jingtong led her away from here.

The mess in the ground, Fu Qinglun was dead alone, he was like a clown, but no one did it.

Shi Shi still followed Fu Jingtong.

A few seconds later, he pulled out his long legs and ran out. Lin Shizhen had already boarded Fu Jingtong's luxury car, and the luxury car galloped away.

"Shi Shi, wait for me!" Fu Qinglun tried his best to chase the car.

In the luxury car, Fu Jingtong looked through the rearview mirror to Fu Qinglun, who was chasing the car behind him, and then he deliberately slowed down the speed of the car, allowing Fu Qinglun to catch up but not catch up.

"Master Jingtong, can you drive a little faster?" Lin Shihua said.

"Why, I'm so distressed? I think it's so fun." Fu Jingtong's cold jade face showed a gloom.

Lin Shizhen looked at Fu Qinglun, who was chasing after him. The wound in his heart had collapsed, and a large piece of blood had leaked out and stained his hospital clothes.

Shishi, don't go!

Shi Shi, wait for me!

With a low, hoarse cry, with humble begging and chasing, he was chasing after her.