The Mysterious Mad Wife Burns the Heavens

The hospital was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

Fu Lin was lying on the cold bed. Although his limbs were still unable to move, anyone could feel his anger emanating from the inside out.

Such a shame today, in the future he will definitely repay it ten times and a hundred times.

"My lord, why don't we stop? Su Jin is protected by the Sheng family and the Lei family, so we can't attack her rashly. If this continues, I'm afraid it will cause even greater disasters." The man was obviously very angry. It's worrying. After today's scene, no matter what aspect it is, it is impossible for them to compete with the Sheng family.

If you keep obsessing over it, I'm afraid the whole army will be wiped out.

Fu Lin glared at the man who had retreated, and shouted: "If you can't fight it out, let me snatch it up. I have to take back what was pawned by a dead man, otherwise those old men will have an excuse to drag me down from my current position. "

"However, if the old gentlemen find out that you have come to country C secretly, causing so many troubles, and attracting the members of the Sheng family to the dead, it will be difficult to explain when we go back."

"The matter has come to this, how do you make me go back? Going back now, I will face a more difficult situation." What Fu Lin said was gnashing his teeth, "I must bring back all the messengers, and I will let those group The self-proclaimed old man sees clearly that I, Fu Lin, are the best choice to be the master."

"But--"

"Shut up, don't tell me if you can't say something good, get out." Fu Lin closed his eyes, not bothering to take another look at this subordinate who overwhelmed others' ambitions and destroyed his prestige.

The man also had to keep silent tactfully, he turned around and was about to leave the ward.

It's just that when he opened the door, his expression changed suddenly, and the words stuck in his throat instantly. He looked at the people outside the door in horror, and didn't move for a long time.

"Qin, Mr. Qin." The man trembled a little, and he never thought that this person would appear in country C.

Hearing the voice, Fu Lin opened his eyes quickly. Only his neck could twist his whole body. He stretched his head stiffly and looked towards the door of the room.

Elder Qin went straight into the house.

Fu Lin's expression at this moment was not far from that of the man just now. He also seemed to have a dull face, and he was very uncertain whether they had misread the man in front of him at the same time.

Mr. Qin sat on the chair calmly, did not speak in a hurry, and just carefully looked at Fu Lin, whose hands and feet were bound on the hospital bed, in such a secret manner.

Fu Lin's breathing became short of breath, and he said tremblingly, "Why did Mr. Qin come here?"

"Let me see what kind of trouble you will make before you stop." Qin Lao's face suddenly became sullen, and he stared at the self-assertive guy with blazing eyes. Now that the dead are in such a situation, it is he single-handedly.

He had the nerve to ask himself why he appeared here?
Fu Lin said, "I'm just here to get back what belongs to us dead people."

"The messenger belongs to the master alone." Elder Qin corrected his erroneous statement.

"That's my stuff." Fu Lin looked extremely excited, "I'm here to get back my own stuff, even if Elder Qin is a respected senior, he shouldn't stop me."

"Fu Lin, you don't seem to understand what I mean. The messenger is the private property of the master." Qin Lao repeated.

Fu Lin emphasized, "That's mine. I'm a dead man as the new master, and I'm the only one worthy to sit in that position."

Mr. Qin didn't refute or admit it. Seeing what he said about the veins bursting, one can imagine how much effort he used.

Fu Lin sneered, "Now I am the only one whose surname is Fu among the dead, and I am the only one who is qualified to inherit this position. Whether you admit it or not, I am the master."

"The dead people have been in charge of the Fu family since ancient times, but the capable people lived in it in the past. If the head of this generation has no heirs, according to the rules, we old bones will recommend a more capable person to replace them, not the so-called "dead people." Just find someone in the branches to fill in the number."

"you--"

Elder Qin gave him a squinting look, "I came here today to tell you that the dead man has already decided the next new leader after a vote."

"How dare you!" Fu Lin struggled to sit up, but he really couldn't use his hands and feet, and the pain caused him to grin his teeth with a hideous expression as soon as he moved.

Seeing that he couldn't move, Mr. Qin continued, "It's not a question of whether we dare or not. We old fellows voted unanimously. Fu Lin, if you don't accept it, you have to accept it."

"I'm the best candidate. You are not qualified to define this position. You are all picky guys. Our Fu family has never treated you badly."

"I'm not here to discuss with you. I'm just here to tell you the final decision. In the future, don't embarrass Su Jin in the name of the dead. You are not qualified at all." Qin Lao stood up.

Fu Lin shook his head, seeing that the other party seemed to keep his word, he immediately softened his momentum, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Qin, listen to me, I must have a way to make Su Jin hand over those people. As long as the messenger returns, we will The problems we face can be easily solved, and those people dare not go further and covet our assets.”

"Fu Lin, take care of your wounds." Elder Qin was about to leave.

"No, Mr. Qin, listen to me. I have already thought up a perfect plan. I will definitely bring those people back. I am capable. I am more obedient and capable than Fu Zhen. You believe me." Fu Lin It took all his strength to grab the corner of the opponent's clothes.

Mr. Qin brushed away the opponent's hand without any effort, and he said, "You seem to really not have the ability to see yourself clearly, Fu Lin, you are obedient, and with your surname, you can live happily ever after. Don't wishful thinking about a position that doesn't belong to you, and you end up not being a human being inside or outside."

"Old Qin, I finally understand the intentions of you old fellows. The new boss is you. Now that Fu Zhen is dead, you are the most prestigious person." The old guy in a play, the thief shouted and caught the thief was talking about him.

As if hearing a big joke, Mr. Qin couldn't help laughing and said, "I'm not so stupid to grab this position."

"Don't think that I will believe you if you deny it. You reject me just to make room for yourself." Fu Lin raised his head tremblingly, pointing at the other party, "Do you think those people who are dead will believe your nonsense? If you are put in the position, what do you think you can hold on to?"

"So we will find a more suitable person to inherit the dead man's business, not as stupid as you."

"Apart from you, who else is qualified to sit in this position? Mr. Qin, you deceived me as a three-year-old boy, didn't you?"

"Su Jin!" Elder Qin's reply was light, but he slammed on Fu Lin loudly.