Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

Qin Shu stared at the door for a while, then retracted his gaze to look at the food in front of him. He hasn't eaten in the morning until now, and he was hungry with his hungry chest and back.

Just seeing the delicious food in front of her, she has no appetite at all.

As if thinking of something, she quickly picked up the phone and dialed Gu Yan's phone.

After Gu Yan got down the stairs, he saw two people, one big and one small, sitting on the sofa. They all knew each other, but there was no time to play with them today.

He retracted his gaze and walked out of the living room.

At this time, the cell phone in his pocket rang, and he took out his cell phone and glanced at the caller ID, Qin Shu hurriedly answered the call.

"No matter what he asks, he can't talk about gunshot wounds."

Qin Shu hung up the phone before Gu Yan answered.

Gu Yan was stunned for two seconds, then put the phone in his pocket and continued walking. Hearing Qin Shu's tone just now, he also guessed that Fu Tingyu's temperament, once he became suspicious, would definitely ask.

"Let's have a cup of tea together."

As soon as he took two steps, Fu Tingyu's deep voice came from behind, and he couldn't ignore it.

Gu Yan stopped, turned around and looked at Fu Tingyu, and saw him standing straight, with deep eyes staring at him, he smiled to cover up his guilty conscience: "Okay."

Next door to the living room

Fu Tingyu personally made a pot of tea, poured two cups, took one of them and placed it in front of him.

Gu Yan looked at the tea cup in front of him, picked up the tea with his distinct fingers, and took a sip from his mouth.

Drinking tea on his mouth, but a little drumming in his heart, if Fu Tingyu really asks, can he hide it?

Fu Tingyu also picked up the tea in front of him, handed it to his mouth and took a sip, raised his eyes to look at Gu Yan: "You just checked her wound. What did you think it hurt?"

Fu Tingyu's tone was like chatting in peace.

Gu Yan's forehead was unconsciously sweating, and he placed the tea cup in his hand on the mahogany short table in front of him.

He pondered for a while, and said: "I don't think it was a collision. It may have been injured by some sharp object, such as a steel pipe. Moreover, the wound should have been injured recently. Today I ran into a short couple and was just hit by the corner of the table. It causes bleeding."

When Fu Tingyu saw the wound, he also guessed that the wound was not only present today, but because he happened to be touched by a few shorter ones and caused bleeding.

Gu Yan said the possibility is also great.

"I see the wound, it looks like a gunshot wound." When he said this, he held the finger of the tea cup and suddenly pressed his lips tightly.

The deep eyes looked at Gu Yan.

Gu Yan looked up and saw the look in Fu Tingyu's eyes, which was a little vacant, and he had known that he would guess.

"It's a bit like a gunshot wound." He lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea to hide his guilty conscience.

Fu Tingyu thought that it might be a gunshot wound. He couldn't tolerate the fear of letting anyone hold a gun at the girl, the fear of life threatening, and the pain of injury.

But he was not by her side, and he could not protect her in time.

It was like a beast in his heart, trying to find a breakthrough, and venting it raging.

The tea cup in his hand, because the knuckles were too hard, almost disappeared.

"Look at the wound, when did it happen?"

Gu Yan said, "About a week."

Within a week?

Fu Tingyu recalled everything about the girl in a week.

After Gu Yan left, Fu Tingyu called Ye Luo over again.

At this time, in the master bedroom.

Qin Shu hung up the phone, holding the phone in his hand, looking at the food in front of him, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating slowly.

It took half an hour to finish a bowl of rice, and I asked the lemon to clean up and take it away.

Qin Shu looked down at his calf, lowered his trouser legs, and walked out of the bedroom, preparing to play with Fu Songlan for a while.

Just when she walked to the bedroom door, she was blocked by a wall that looked like a figure. She raised her head and looked at the man standing at the door. There was a trace of chill in her dark eyes, which made her back unconsciously chill.

Gu Yan wouldn't say it?

"You're back, I'm planning to go down and play with Xiao Lan for a while."

Fu Tingyu frowned and said, "You still play with Songlan when you hurt your leg? What if you accidentally bump into it?"

He stretched out his arms, hugged her sideways, walked in, and closed the door before going in.

Fu Tingyu put the **** the sofa, sat down next to him, turned his head, and stared at her for a long time: "When was the injury?"

The man asked, he didn’t know that she had a gunshot wound?

Qin Shu whispered back: "I accidentally injured him a few days ago."

"Who hurt?"

When Fu Tingyu asked these words, a cold light flashed across her dark eyes, with killing intent.

Qin Shu saw the cold light in the man’s eyes very clearly. She hurriedly explained: “I accidentally fell on the rockery in the backyard. When I was looking for the boss, my feet slipped and my calf knocked. On the sharp corners of the stone."

Fu Tingyu kept staring at the girl, thinking of what Gu Yan said, it might have been injured by a sharp weapon. If the stone was very sharp and fell, it might also cause such wounds.

"Then why didn't you tell me? Still hiding it from everyone?"

"I'm afraid you will make a joke that I can't even walk smoothly, and it's not very serious. Lemon's temperament is a fuss. When she yelled, everyone in Shengyuan knew that I wrestled while walking."

Qin Shu lowered his eyes, his voice was low and stubborn.

She looks very good in the eyes of men, and she does not want people to know her weak and ugly side.

But this kind of her also makes men more distressed.

After a fall, the injury was so bad that others didn't know about it.

"My woman fell, who would dare to laugh?" The man's tone was arrogant.

Qin Shu glanced sideways at Fu Tingyu, the woman of the Fourth Master Jiangcheng, indeed no one dared to laugh...

Fu Tingyu said with a stern face: "No matter what happens next time, don't keep it from me. You must tell me the first time, have you heard?"

Under the coercion of the man, Qin Shu nodded with a guilty conscience.

Seeing the girl nodding, he whispered: "Does it hurt?"

The man looked at the girl's injured foot. In fact, she didn't answer, and he knew it was hurting.

The man asked her just because she wanted her not to hold on in front of him, it could be said to be painful, or she could cry weakly.

It made him feel distressed and made him feel a presence in front of her.

"It hurts."

The moment when the bullet hits the flesh, the kind of pain cannot be understood by people who have not experienced it. Even a hard-core man will be unstable when hit by a bullet.

She fell directly to the ground at the time, and no one was supporting her. She might even have a problem with walking.

Fu Tingyu was still a little angry when she said it hurts, she didn't tell him at the time.

He stood up suddenly and strode out of the bedroom.

Qin Shu watched the man leave suddenly, wouldn't he still be angry?