After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

"In Fu's house, there are only things I don't want to do,"

Fu Tingchen looked at Wen Yi lightly with his ice-like dark eyes.

"There's nothing you can't do."

The bone-chilling chill in the man's eyes made Wen Yi's pupils shrink suddenly, and the fear in her heart gradually overwhelmed the anger.

This is the first time she has seen Fu Tingchen's heartlessness and cruelty with her own eyes.

It's better than what's said in the rumors, but nothing worse.

"Fu Tingchen!!"

Fu Qiming's heart trembled, and he glared at Fu Tingchen furiously, and said through gritted teeth.

"Could it be, are you really going to watch Ting Chuan bleed to death like this?!"

He couldn't figure out how his son, who was sensible and well-behaved when he was young, turned into such a terrifying appearance now.

I don't know if it's a coincidence.

Before Fu Qiming finished speaking, Fu Tingchuan's kneeling body fell straight down.

Wen Yi supported him with a frightened face.

"Tingchuan!!"

"Death is death,"

Fu Tingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Fu Tingchuan with an unpredictable expression.

"He was not the only one who died of excessive blood loss in front of me."

Fu Qiming instantly understood the deep meaning of Fu Tingchen's words, and a look of guilt appeared in his eyes.

"What happened back then was all my fault. You can hate me or blame me,"

He frowned tightly, the guilt in his eyes had dissipated.

"But Tingchuan is innocent, he didn't know anything at the time!!"

Wen Yi bit her lips with blood, and nodded.

"Innocent? Innocent again,"

Fu Tingchen looked at Fu Qiming with a cold and mocking smile in his narrow eyes.

"Every one of you seems innocent, only I am born guilty."

The calm and indifferent tone was like a sharp knife, causing Shi Wan's heart to curl up in pain.

She pursed her red lips slightly.

Put your hand into the palm of the man, and clasp your fingers tightly.

Then she lowered her beautiful eyes and secretly planned in her heart.

"I,"

Facing Fu Tingchen's gaze, Fu Qiming felt guilty for no reason.

"That was not what I meant."

"It doesn't matter what it means, I don't care anymore,"

Fu Tingchen pursed his lips and led Shi Wan to get up.

"You should be glad that today is grandpa's birthday,"

When he walked in front of Fu Qiming and the others, he stopped suddenly and looked at them coldly.

"Otherwise, it wouldn't be Fu Tingchuan's leg that the knife stabbed into."

The smoldering and murderous intent surging in those black eyes, like an invisible hand, shrouded above.

Both Fu Qiming and Wen Yi felt suffocated.

Shi Wan looked at the two of them meaningfully, curled his lips together, and said nothing.

It wasn't until Fu Tingchuan and Shi Wan disappeared from sight that Fu Qiming and Wen Yi realized it.

"Hurry up and call the old man and Butler Yang!!"

Wen Yi shouted to the servant beside her.

"quick!!"

Only when Mr. Fu spoke up, Ting Chuan could be sent to the hospital as soon as possible.

If you delay any longer, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Stop shouting,"

Mr. Fu's cold voice came from the door.

"Lao Yang, go and contact the ambulance from the nearby hospital."

His old and deep eyes were full of anger.

"Others, retreat to me!!"

"Yes,"

Uncle Yang's eyes were full of understanding, he waved his hand and walked out.

The servant also lowered his head and followed quickly.

In the living room, only Mr. Fu and Fu Qiming were left in an instant.

"Let you go to the side hall, and insist on coming here to take your own humiliation,"

There was an angry scolding sound.

"Do you want to piss off me, an old man, by making things like this?!"