Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

As soon as this thought came up, Jiang Manxue's whole body was icy cold, and her body was shaking unbearably!What this person said just now clearly... He clearly knew her father!So what exactly did he mean?What do you mean, you Jiang family are all my cash cows? !Jiang Manxue's throat seemed to be stuck with a heavy weight, and she couldn't make a sound, even sobbing was choked in her throat, and she couldn't make a sound.

"Xuexue, close your eyes! Close your eyes!" Fu Qingye keenly sensed that something was wrong with Jiang Manxue.

He didn't care about the guy who was laughing.

He directly hugged Jiang Manxue's shoulders, turned her back to the man, and whispered in her ear.

"Be obedient, close your eyes!" Jiang Manxue's brain was completely occupied by that terrifying thought.

She almost lost the ability to think, and completely obeyed Fu Qingye's orders.

He closed his eyes embarrassingly.

"Don't think about it, don't be led by him!" Fu Qingye's warning voice sounded in his ears.

There was strength and security in his deep voice.

"Leave the rest to me. If I won't let you open your eyes, you won't be allowed to look at them, you know?" Jiang Manxue's body was trembling badly, so she could only nod her head.

Fu Qingye picked her up and put her on the sofa.

He even found a comfortable position for her to lie down on.

Then, Fu Qingye took off his suit jacket and covered Jiang Manxue's upper body, directly covering her head.

"obedient.

Lie here obediently, don't be afraid.

Just listen obediently and leave the rest to me.

"Fu Qingye squatted down, and whispered in Jiang Manxue's ear through his jacket.

Jiang Manxue held Fu Qingye's coat with her hand, and her breath was full of Fu Qingye's smell, which made her feel a lot safer.

"Okay..." Jiang Manxue's voice was very hoarse, and her voice was unbearably deep.

Hearing her answer, Fu Qingye felt a little relieved.

He stood up and walked towards the reckless guy with gloomy eyes.

The man was still provoking Fu Qingye with a grim smile.

"I know who you are.

This little girl from the Jiang family is your good friend.

You want to vent your anger on her?Come on, but give me a few more punches, what else can you do to me? ! "So saying that guy laughed wildly.

Fu Qingye slowly unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, and then rolled up the sleeves inch by inch.

The rolled up folds are very smooth.

There was no expression on his face, he didn't even look at the man, and he didn't even make a sound.

Fu Qingye looked around Dr. Erwen's office.

Then he saw the tape that tied the curtains.

Without further ado, he walked over and pulled off the strap, returned to the cursing man, and directly blindfolded him completely.

When the line of sight was completely blocked, the man who had been grinning grinningly finally showed a trace of panic.

"What are you going to do?! Let me tell you! I'm also a gangster! I've been in and out a few times! If you dare to touch me, I'll make you die when I come out—" He kept yelling at Fu Kiyono, but he couldn't get rid of the curtain tape over his eyes.

"Noisy.

"Fu Qingye's impatient voice was icy and cold.

Then, he opened the drawer of Dr. Wen's desk with ease, and took out a knife from it.

The cold blade of the knife tapped the man's swollen face, allowing him to recognize the shape of the knife.

"If you dare to act recklessly, you will be arrested with me!" The man panicked completely, and he threatened Fu Qingye.

"When I can come out, you don't have to! If you dare to touch me, the first thing I will do when I come out is to kill your little lover—" Fu Qingye didn't have the patience to listen to his cursing threats.

He directly pressed the man's hand tied to the chair, and opened his index finger.

"I'm impatient.

"Fu Qingye's icy voice came out.

"I ask a question, you answer a question.

I just ask once.

"The man cursed: "You fucking..." "What do you mean by what you just said?" " Fu Qingye asked directly.

"I talk too much! I don't know which sentence you asked!" Fu Qingye didn't move, and reminded him: "The Jiang family is your cash cow, what do you know about Mr. Jiang?" Why the hell did I tell you, who do you think you are—oh! How dare you fucking dare!" Jiang Manxue couldn't help trembling.

Even through the suit, she heard the man's heart-piercing cry.

She lay stiff on the sofa, covered by Fu Qingye's suit, as if isolated in an absolutely safe world.

She was not afraid of the man who was screaming and cursing, but Fu Qingye.

She was afraid that Fu Qingye would really do something drastic.

Because such a scum is really not worth it.

However, before she could open her mouth, she heard Fu Qingye's voice.

"Cut a cut on your hand, and you're so afraid of it?" Fu Qingye's sarcastic voice sounded.

Then, without waiting for the man to curse out panting, his voice sounded like ice, warning: "I said it, answer my question honestly.

Otherwise, if you talk nonsense, I will cut a hole in your hand.

"You have the ability to chop off my hand!"I won't tell you a word!Little bastard - ah! "Another knife.

Fu Qingye simply made a cross on his index finger.

The so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, the pain of finger injury is still very clear.

And after being blindfolded, this pain sensation is magnified ten times, or even more!That man kept cursing Fu Qingye.

On the other hand, Fu Qingye stopped his movements and temporarily let go of his hand.

In the end, before the man could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the sound of a lighter.

Then came Fu Qingye's cold voice without a trace of popularity.

"I heard that after cutting a cross wound on a person's hand, and then slowly roasting it with a lighter, the skin and flesh can be separated.

"Fu Qingye played with the lighter in his hand, pressing it with a click.

With his voice, it seemed to be the sound of death coming from the depths of hell.

"Then let's start with the index finger.

After that is your middle finger, ring finger, little finger, thumb..." Every time Fu Qingye mentioned a position, he would slide the blade of a knife across his fingers, making him feel the cold touch of the blade on his fingers.

"Then, there's your wrist.

"Fu Qingye pressed the lighter and pressed his index finger.

"We'll try to see if we can take off the skin on your hand like a glove after we've roasted your whole hand.

"Then, as he spoke, Fu Qingye pressed the lighter and moved closer to the man's finger.

As soon as the flame of the lighter reached his fingertips, the man yelled like crazy.

"I said—I said—"