Young master, your vest fell off

When Situ Han heard this, Xiao Fei immediately received the signal from the murderous aura rising from his body.

He picked up the pig's head, and then asked his subordinates to press the pig's head's hands on the table.

At this time, the subordinate handed over a baseball bat, Xiao Fei took it, raised it high, then dropped it heavily, and landed on Zhu Tou's hand accurately.

The screams of killing a pig resounded throughout the restaurant.

Situ Han had been sitting quietly on one side, with a calm but cold expression, until finally Zhu Tou completely lost consciousness due to the pain, then he slowly stood up, said "It's dealt with", and left.

Back in the box, Fu Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the person had returned, "Where did you go? Did you get hurt?"

"No." Situ Han smiled faintly, sat down beside Fu Miaomiao, and then looked at An An, "Do you still have an appetite?"

An An smiled and said: "Yes, Daddy, eat quickly, the food is cold."

Situ Han picked up the chopsticks, and the family of three began to eat.

After returning home, Situ Han had to leave for three full days because of his business trip, so he proposed to Fu Miaomiao...

"Can you give me a few more tonight?"

"Ah? Why?" Fu Miaomiao had a bad feeling.

How many times do you give more?

"I'm on a business trip tomorrow." Situ Han said concisely.

Fu Miaomiao opened her mouth, "So? How many times?"

Situ Han: "The kind that can't get out of bed."

The next day, Situ Han boarded a private plane to Italy, and Fu Miaomiao really couldn't get out of bed.

Li Nian called, "Boss, you also said that your work efficiency is high, and now I have to do all these tasks."

Fu Miaomiao's voice was hoarse, "Thank you, Xiao Nian."

Li Nian suppressed a smile, "I don't work as hard as you, boss, well, you should have a good rest."

Fu Miaomiao hung up the phone, threw the phone aside, and continued to sleep, scolding Situ Han a hundred and eight thousand times in her dream.

This sleep lasted until after nine o'clock in the evening before Fu Miaomiao opened her eyes.

The room was dimly lit, and the surroundings were extremely quiet.

Fu Miaomiao sat up and looked around, but did not see Situ Han in the room.

A heart suddenly becomes empty and firm.

Everyone is like this. When you wake up, it's dark outside. When you look at the lights of Wanjia, there is no one around, and your heart will be empty.

Fu Miaomiao shook her head, got rid of the feeling of loss, got up and got out of bed, and dragged her sore and tired body out to look for food.

After eating, after a while, she fell asleep again, and slept until the next morning.

After sending her son to school, Fu Miaomiao went to work.

On the way, Fu Miaomiao received a call from a stranger.

"Hello, Ms. Fu, I'm the president of the Angel of Love Association. I want to invite you to our charity party tonight. I hope Ms. Fu can come."

When Fu Miaomiao heard that it was a charity gala, she didn't think too much about it and agreed directly.

Then the other party gave her the time and place.

In the evening, after Fu Miaomiao handed An An over to Lin Chu, she went to the banquet.

But when he got to the place, Fu Miaomiao found out that there were only women at the charity gala?
Fu Miaomiao walked in with doubts. Behind him, the door of the hall was suddenly closed.

Fu Miaomiao faltered, looked back, turned back again, and saw a lady walking towards her.

Immediately, Fu Miaomiao felt the danger.

The man came up and slapped Fu Miaomiao without saying a word.

There was a "pop", the sound was crisp and loud.

Burning pain instantly appeared on Fu Miaomiao's cheek.

In the ear, a woman's arrogant and disdainful voice sounded, "Oh, little girl, how old are you? Huh? What do you think of yourself as? A gangster? Or a runaway lolita? Let me show you today, what is the real one? life, huh?"

With that said, the woman raised her hands again.

When she was slapped just now, Fu Miaomiao did not expect to be slapped right, but at this moment...

She licked the corners of her sore lips, and the tip of her tongue was drawn into her mouth with a fishy and sweet smell, which instantly diffused throughout her mouth.

At this moment, Fu Miaomiao looked like a blood-sucking goblin, dangerous but with an unreal beauty, like a poisonous flower blooming in emptiness.

She raised her hand, and easily fixed the woman's wrist in mid-air. The woman wanted to continue exerting force, but she couldn't let go of her hand.

The woman got angry, "Let go."

Fu Miaomiao's eyes slightly lifted, and she really let go of the woman's hand.

The woman's wrist had long since had bright red marks, and she frowned in pain.

Fu Miaomiao tilted her head, slightly parted her red lips, and said in a cold voice, like spring water under ice, with a bone-chilling coldness, "Say it, who is it?"

The woman rubbed her wrist, and then said sharply: "I am Zhuang Hongbo's wife."

Fu Miaomiao: "I don't know."

The woman choked, gritted her teeth, and continued: "You forgot what happened last night so quickly?"

Only then did Fu Miaomiao realize that this woman had come to avenge her husband.

She chuckled, "Mrs. Zhuang, so, what are you going to do?"

Mrs. Zhuang's expression turned into a threat, "The person who hit me dared to be so arrogant, I want you to apologize to me."

Fu Miaomiao asked unhurriedly: "Then what if I don't apologize?"

Mrs. Zhuang sneered, "Little girl, you've seen it too. Today, everyone here is mine. If you don't want to kneel down and apologize to me, don't even think about going out today."

"Oh, that's it." Fu Miaomiao nodded slightly, with a clear look.

Mrs. Zhuang was proud, "Now I know I was wrong? Apologize quickly, I want you to kneel down and apologize to me."

Fu Miaomiao raised her eyebrows, the violent beauty between her brows was like thousands of trees and pear blossoms blooming overnight, making Fu Miaomiao at this moment look special...exciting.

She took a step forward, shortened the distance with Mrs. Zhuang, and looked condescendingly at the woman in front of her, "Then if I don't apologize, what do you plan to do to me? Hmm?"

Before Mrs. Zhuang could speak, Fu Miaomiao's voice sounded again, a little sullen, "Do you know what your husband did outside? Why was he beaten? Did you ask why? Something happened, so don't look for it from yourself." The reason is that I only feel that it is someone else's fault. Is your life a little too smooth? Auntie, at such an old age, do you want me to teach you a lesson? Hmm?"

After the last word fell, Fu Miaomiao's expression completely changed, becoming too fierce, too...dangerous.

She raised her hand abruptly, and slapped Mrs. Zhuang back. Before Mrs. Zhuang could react at all, she raised her foot again and kicked Mrs. Zhuang hard on the abdomen.

"Ah!" Mrs. Zhuang screamed and fell to the ground.

Around, other people gathered around, as well as the bodyguards arranged by Mrs. Zhuang.