The rich and powerful: Madam's vest is not covered properly

Fu Yanzhou said lightly: "Dad, this is between me and Gus, don't interfere."

The grievances have been going on for too long, and maybe they should have been resolved long ago.

Fu Ming frowned: "A Yan."

He knew that this whip was not an ordinary whip, with dense thorns on it.

One whip will tear the skin and flesh, let alone thirty whips.

If it goes on like this, it's already dead.

"Grandpa, are you out of your mind?"

"Okay."

Two voices sounded simultaneously.

Fu Congzhi was just about to stand up and argue with Gus, but was suppressed by Fu Yanzhou.

Fu Congzhi turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes widened: "Fu Yanzhou, he is going to beat you to death."

Fu Yanzhou didn't care, fiddling with his clothes: "It's okay."

Gus snorted and ordered the people next to him: "Bring the things up."

He raised his eyes to look at Fu's parents' son beside him: "Boss, come here."

Fu Heng, whose name was called, stepped forward and faced Fu Yanzhou.

"please."

Fu Yanzhou stood up, walked to the middle of the hall, and threw his coat to Fu Congzhi.

He can't let Shushu see what's wrong.

The man is tall and straight, very calm.

Gus looked at him coldly: "Thirty whips, from now on you will have nothing to do with the Fu family."

Soon the man brought the whip over.

Everyone gasped when they saw it.

The fine thorns on this whip are creepy to look at.

As long as the whip hits the body, the thorns will penetrate into the flesh, and the pain can reach the bone marrow.

Fu Heng held his whip and stood behind Fu Yanzhou expressionlessly.

But the heart is not proud.

This person can finally have a good rest today.

Who doesn't know what the old man thinks.

Fu Yanzhou could either be used by him or die.

This whip may have been tampered with by him long ago.

Maybe Fu Yanzhou can survive in normal times, but today he is definitely dead.

Fu Yanzhou's voice was low: "Let's start."

A sneer curled up on the corner of Fu Heng's mouth, and he raised the whip in his hand.

The sound of the whip cutting through the meat reached the ears of those present.

In an instant, there was a bloodstain on Fu Yanzhou's shirt.

He still has a calm expression.

Second whip.

The third whip.

His entire shirt was stained red.

The smell of blood filled the whole room.

Fu Heng still didn't stop, as if he wanted to vent all his grievances against Fu Yanzhou.

……

Outside Fu's house, many bodyguards were patrolling.

Today is an important day, of course they have to watch over it.

It was getting dark, and they didn't dare to relax, they nervously observed the surrounding environment.

A black car appeared in their line of sight, and the next moment it broke through the iron gate and drove towards them.

Several bodyguards stepped forward to stop them.

The car went straight through the iron gate and continued to drive forward, ignoring them.

Shen Chengran in the car was holding on to the armrest in a terrified manner.

"Sister Shu, someone is dead, stop the car quickly."

Lin Shu turned a deaf ear and continued to drive forward, overtaking the number of cars and driving all the way to the entrance of the hall.

……

There was a sound of sudden braking at the door, and the door was kicked open before he could react.

Everyone turned their eyes to the door without knowing why.

No one expected that Fu Heng's hand would be shot by a bullet.

Before he could react, the whip fell to the ground.

There is a hole in the hand.

There was a scream in the next second.

Gus narrowed his eyes and breathed heavily: "Stop her quickly."

He didn't expect Shuyan to come so quickly. Nan Qingyun is such a waste that he didn't leave such a crucial person in Huaicheng.

Song Wenjing and Nan Xiu had been dumbfounded for a long time.

Sister Shu/Miss Lin is too brave, her driving skills are amazing, quack is amazing.

Shen Cheng was not in the mood to discuss these things with them, so he squatted next to the trash can to vomit after getting out of the car.

Song Wenjing gave him a piece of paper with some disgust: "Is it so scary?"

Shen Chengran gave him a blank look: "It takes three hours to fly, and sister Shu came in one hour and seven minutes, what do you think?"

Song Wenjing/Nan Xiu: "..."

terrifying.

……

After hearing the orders from their own family members, the bodyguards all rushed to the front. Looking at the angry girl in front of them, they all backed away in fear.

The man had a gun in his hand.

They are bodyguards, not death squads.

The old lady frowned: "Why is this girl here?"

Fu Ming pursed his lips: "Let's just say how could she leave Fu Yanzhou alone in this wolf's den, and came to pick up A Yan."

The corner of the old lady's mouth twitched: "It's different from making trouble when she comes to pick up someone."

At the same time, a few more cars stopped at the door, occupying the entire yard.

Men and women got out of the car, and their eyes locked on the girl in black and purple clothes in the hall.

Everyone stood at the door respectfully, knelt on one knee, and said in unison: "Master."

Full of momentum.

Looking at the people at the door, everyone in the room was dumbfounded.

What is Lin Shu's origin?

These people are late sacrifices.

Being able to serve Lin Shu willingly, I'm afraid Lin Shu is not as simple as they thought.

There was ice in Lin Shu's eyes that couldn't melt: "Go, dig three feet today and find out the family tree of the Fu family."

"Yes."

It disappeared for a while.

Lin Shu turned her head and saw Fu Yanzhou, her brows and eyes were completely cold, and she couldn't control the hostility in her body.

He raised his eyes to look at the person sitting in the high seat, and his voice was terribly cold: "Gus, I didn't let the king call you back to save face, so you repay me like this?"

Gus became more and more uneasy, and his tone was extremely bad: "The eldest princess is a matter of the Fu family..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Shu shot him directly in the abdomen, blood dripping instantly.

"Womanly!"

"Sister Shu."

"Girl Lin."

Several voices sounded at the same time.

Lin Shu didn't pay much attention. Walking beside Fu Yanzhou, she saw the injury on his back. She frowned, her eyes were gloomy and terrifying, and the hostility on her body made people flustered.

At this time, her mind was full of Fu Yanzhou's injury, and it was so serious.

This group of people is damned.

She wanted to kill someone.

Lin Shu held her breath and raised her eyes to look at him. Her breathing was disordered and her eyes were impatient.

He stood straight, his face was pale, and there was blood on his face.

Fu Yanzhou smiled, very lightly, but blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He whispered: "Shushu, why don't you wait for me to go home?"

Lin Shu couldn't hear his words clearly, so she moved closer.

She moved her lips, but didn't say a word.

Fu Yanzhou pinched her face: "Shushu, don't be sad."

Only then did Lin Shu realize that her heart ached, her hands trembled, and she almost lost her grip on the gun.

Her eyes were bloodshot, but not a single tear flowed.

He is full of injuries, he is in pain...

There was anger in his eyes, which couldn't be calmed down no matter what.

Taking a deep breath, he turned his head to look at Fu Congzhi: "Who hit you, how many hits."

Fu Congzhi stood up tremblingly, handed the coat to Lin Shu, and said obediently: "Fu Heng called, the old man called, 22 strokes."

He said everything in detail, word for word.

Lin Shu's eyes were red, and the redness in her eyes was even worse, so Fu Congzhi pulled Fu Yanzhou.

He walked up to pick up the whip on the ground and shook it: "Come in."

The three people at the door walked in, looked at the blood stains all over the floor, and swallowed their saliva involuntarily.