Fast time travel, did the host kill the villain today?

Fu Jiu followed Shen Mochi in the shopping mall for about three or four hours. If Guan Rui hadn't called to say that there was an impromptu overseas meeting, she still didn't know when the shopping would end.

Since there are too many things to buy, I can only store them in the mall first, and call the bodyguards to come and pick them up later.

After leaving the shopping mall, Shen Mochi pushed Fu Jiu skillfully to the underground garage. As soon as the two entered the garage, they were stopped by a dozen gangsters in a dimly lit place.

They were smoking cigarettes, whistling in their mouths, and their hair was messed up. They were not good people at first glance.

Before the punks could say anything, Fu Jiu took out her mobile phone and called the police.

The gangsters around Fu Jiu were stunned for a moment, they didn't expect the other party to be so calm, but it was obviously not the first time they did such a thing, they snatched Fu Jiu's phone and pressed to hang up.

"Hey, you are indeed President Fu. It seems that you have seen some scenes and reacted very quickly." The gangster who snatched the phone smiled and winked at his companion, "We won't make things difficult for you, it's just to accept people. Money does things for others, after all we dare not offend people like you."

"Pull the man aside, we're here specially for Mr. Fu today." The gangster looked at Fu Jiu with a hint of malice in his eyes.

"What are you doing? Bullying a girl is nothing! Uuh..."

Two red-haired gangsters stepped forward and pulled Shen Mochi away who was standing in front of Fu Jiu, grabbed him against the wall, and gagged him.

The gangsters didn't do anything to Fu Jiu immediately, they stepped forward in threes and fives, and skillfully pushed them to the dark safe passage.

Walking into the safe passage and avoiding the cameras, they completely revealed their true nature.

The red-haired gangster who was pushing the wheelchair swung the wheelchair forward vigorously, and Fu Jiu ran straight into the wall along the wheelchair. Fortunately, the wheelchair was equipped with anti-collision pads, and although the wheelchair hit the wall, Fu Jiu was not hurt.

Hearing the sound of the wheelchair colliding with the wall, the hooligans laughed out loud, and someone stepped forward to push and pull Fu Jiu's wheelchair.

"President Fu, is that all? A cripple only has a few more stinky money than people like us."

"Look at her, she can't even stand up, and she can't even run if she wants to."

"I heard that big bosses like them have contracts worth millions of dollars per minute. I don't know if it's true."

"To be honest, I haven't played with a woman who is the boss."

The gangster who was just mocking Fu Jiu for being disabled and pushing the wheelchair suddenly put his hand on Fu Jiu's shoulder.

The woman originally lowered her head, felt the touch on her shoulders and frowned, then slowly raised her head and looked at the red-haired gangster: "Who told you to come here."

"Who? Just leave this Mr. Fu alone." The red-haired gangster grinned, showing his big yellow teeth, and the hand on Fu Jiu's shoulder moved forward little by little, close to the collarbone.

Fu Jiu's black eyes flashed coldly, and she raised her hand to rest on the back of the gangster's hand.

"Hey, Mr. Fu is indeed a member of the upper class. He knows a lot, and he is quite willing to come and play." The gangster whistled, and with the other hand, he eagerly grabbed Fu Jiu's hand.

It's just that the smile on his face was replaced by pain before it lasted for two seconds.

Fu Jiu bent the gangster's wrist at [-] degrees, yanked forward and lifted the man from the back of the wheelchair to the front of the wheelchair and smashed it to the ground. The red-haired gangster's brain went blank, and it took him a long time to react and howl again and again.

"What are you waiting for, fuck me! Kill this woman!"

For the sake of seeing Fu Jiu's good looks, he didn't intend to make her look too ugly for a while. This bitch doesn't know what to do, so don't blame her!
If he doesn't play with her to death in a while, he will spend decades in vain!
"You guys are so naive." Fu Jiu's cold voice was gloomy, cold and deep in the empty safe passage.

She neatly controlled the wheelchair to avoid the punches coming up, and grabbed the little gangster's hand like beating a child hard, making the other party have no power to fight back.

Some gangsters were tripped over by wheelchairs before they even had time to make a move, and it was uncomfortable to land face-to-face on the hard concrete floor of the escape passage.

The unilateral beating lasted more than ten minutes.

After more than ten minutes, the movement in the safe passage subsided, and the two gangsters holding Shen Mochi raised their chins proudly, thinking that it was as usual, and the companions had taken care of the matter.

They let go of Shen Mochi and walked towards the safe passage, wanting to enjoy the last honor, but before the two of them had walked a few steps, there was a faint rolling sound of wheels in the passage, which made them stop in confusion and looked at the safe passage. Entrance observation.

Ten seconds later, a corner of the wheelchair appeared in the field of vision, followed by Fu Jiu's safe and sound figure.

"Are you okay?" The two gangsters took a step back in disbelief.

Fu Jiu raised her eyelids and looked at the two of them: "It is recommended to send them to the hospital as soon as possible, maybe their limbs can be saved."

what?
The lips of the two trembled, and they hurried to the passage to see the situation of their companions.

"Fu Jiu!"

Shen Mochi ran out from behind the parked A6 Audi against the scratch on his face against the wall, and rushed towards Fu Jiu. When he saw the blood on Fu Jiu's collar, he moaned and choked with self-blame, and suppressed his crying.

"Does it hurt, let's go to the hospital."

"I'm fine, it's someone else's blood."

Lifting the boy's chin, rubbing the cut on the boy's face with his fingertips, seeing the boy dodging, some images flashed uncontrollably in Fu Jiu's mind again.

She seemed to see a chubby child and a man with white hair and blond eyes who couldn't tell the gender. They were standing in a valley with a towering tree behind them.

This picture only appeared in Fu Jiu's mind for less than two seconds before disappearing without a trace.

"Come on, we're going back."

midnight.

Night bar.

In the corner of the bar, there were still two men sitting, but the woman who was as charming as a hibiscus flower did not appear next to the men tonight.

Liu Yujie turned Gin in his hand, looked through the liquid in the cup, and looked at Xiang Mingxuan on the opposite side: "You seem to be very happy, did something good happen?"

"It's just a lesson to a person who bullied An An. I'm in a good mood."

"Who?" Liu Yujie asked casually.

"Fu Jiu."

"What?!" Liu Yujie, who was originally relaxed, immediately sat up straight when he heard the name from Xiang Mingxuan's mouth, and put down his glass heavily, "Are you crazy? Usually you just play around, how dare you provoke them all?"

"Don't you know who Fu Jiu is? Xuanli wants to call Mr. Fu, are you really not afraid of death?"

"What's there to be afraid of? It's just a cripple. When I get the photos from those bastards, you still want to listen to me. What women care about most is reputation." Vermouth got up from the booth and walked out unsteadily.

"You'd better make sure you can get what you want." Liu Yujie reminded loudly, but Xiang Mingxuan had already walked more than ten meters away.

Urban essays are really too difficult to write, I'm about to die...