After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Fu Xiao covered his choking throat with both hands, his face was red from coughing, and he looked at Fu Yanhe in horror.

His eldest nephew actually dared to attack his third uncle!

He is his own uncle!

"It seems that the third uncle is happy, and he is too happy to speak." Fu Yanhe's pale and slender hand gently turned the emerald finger on the thumb, and said slowly: "For the sake of the third uncle's happiness, Wufang, let's have a few more drinks with Third Uncle."

Wu Fang listened to the order, picked up a bottle of newly opened wine on the table, and stuffed the mouth of the bottle into Fu Xiao's mouth under Fu Xiao's horrified gaze.

Fu Xiao struggled desperately, with tears and snot all over his face: "Uuuuuuuuuu! Fu Yanhe! I'm your third uncle, uuuuuh!"

Seeing Fu Yanhe's ferocious appearance, the young people around became even more frightened, and drank even more.

Shen Yanhe, who was sitting beside Fu Yanhe, blinked his eyes, and his gaze fell directly on Fu Xiao who was in a state of embarrassment, feeling a sense of joy in his heart.

She thought that Fu Yanhe would stand by his relatives, but she never thought that Fu Yanhe would help her out.

But it is undeniable that seeing Fu Xiao in such a mess, she felt very happy.

Just not enough.

A flash of hatred flashed in Shen Yanhe's eyes very quickly, and the hidden emotions finally came out a little.

Kill for life.

If it wasn't for Fu Xiao, my mother wouldn't have died.

He should also pay the price with his life, that's enough.

The moment Fu Yanhe noticed something and turned to look over, Shen Yanhe quickly retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes, and sat quietly beside him, as if terrified by the brutal scene in front of him generally.

But he knew that the person in front of him was not a little white rabbit who was easily frightened.

She is a fairy in the skin of a little white rabbit.

Very bold.

If she hadn't the guts, she wouldn't have broken into the man's room and forced him.

Fu Yanhe didn't speak, but just gave her a meaningful look, then stretched out his hand, and gently covered her hand on the armrest of the wheelchair.

It seemed to be comforting her.

Shen Yanhe's hand trembled slightly, but she didn't dodge it, and quietly let the big warm hand hold her delicate hand.

I don't know how long it took, the bottles of wine on the table were all drunk.

After Fu Xiao returned to China, he had dinner in the manor. Originally, he wanted to make a fuss all night. The wine he prepared was also high-quality wine, not low in alcohol.

They drank it all at once, and many young people fell to the ground unsteadily, not knowing what eve it was.

No matter how good Fu Xiao's drinking capacity was, after drinking almost eight bottles of wine, he couldn't hold it anymore. He sat on the ground limply like a waste, his face was red, he coughed violently, and cursed intermittently: "Fu Yanhe, you, Cough cough cough, you must die!"

"It seems that the third uncle is very satisfied." Fu Yanhe looked down at Fu Xiao who looked like a dog in front of him, pulled his thin lips, turned to look at Shen Yanhe, and asked her silently.

"So, are you satisfied?"

Shen Yanhe's eyelashes trembled slightly, she pursed her lips and said nothing.

Fu Yanhe didn't say anything else, just took back the hand that was covering her hand, looked at Wufang, and said, "Okay, Wufang, send third uncle back."

"By the way, tell the people around Uncle San, if Uncle San wants to continue drinking, let them drink a few more bottles with him."

Wufang: "Yes."

Fu Xiao, who was cursing, was picked up by Wufang like a chick, and those young people didn't wait for Fu Yanhe's urging, they staggered up and ran out, as if they would be killed by him if they were too late.

Fu Yanhe ignored them, urged the electric wheelchair, turned and left, and Shen Yanhe followed him silently.

When he got downstairs, the silent Fu Yanhe suddenly said, "Tell me, why did you go to the back garden? Do you know that if I hadn't come in time just now, you would have been bullied by them."

Fu Yanhe stopped the wheelchair, turned to look at Shen Yanhe who was following behind him, feeling a little irritated in his heart.

Shen Yanhe raised her eyes and met his eyes that were as deep as ink. At this moment, she knew that Fu Yanhe didn't believe what she just said, and came down to find his reason.

At this moment, Shen Yanhe felt an impulse to tell Fu Yanhe exactly why she came to Fu's house and the enemy she wanted to deal with.

But she can't.

Fu Yanhe could help her teach Fu Xiao a lesson, it was because Fu Xiao molested her, and he felt his dignity was challenged.

This is different from her wanting to take revenge on Fu Xiao and getting Fu Xiao into prison.

After all, Fu Yanhe is his own nephew, this is one of them.

As the ruler of the Fu family, Fu Yanhe will not let the Fu family have a scandal, let alone the scandal of his nephew personally sending his uncle to prison. This is the second.

She knew very well that no matter how much Fu Yanhe hated the Fu family, he would maintain peace on the surface.

Therefore, Shen Yanhe chose to remain silent.

Fu Yanhe looked at her with her eyes closed and silent, her brows were furrowed tightly, and the irritability in her heart increased rather than decreased.

He didn't really want Shen Yanhe to tell him the purpose of her presence there, he just wanted to know something different from her, not to be silent, nor to be perfunctory.

Fu Yanhe calmed down, and patiently looked at Shen Yanhe who was sitting opposite him, stubborn and silent, his eyes were very light: "Shen Yanhe, I will give you one last chance."

"Who do you want to deal with, tell me, I am your husband in name, and I will help you."

Shen Yanhe's heart trembled, her lips moved, and she almost wanted to ask him.

If you knew that the person I was going to deal with was your relative, your third uncle, would you help me and send him to prison?

Do you know?

But she didn't say anything, just shrugged at him, and said in a relaxed tone: "You think too much, I don't want to deal with anyone, didn't you help me teach those who bullied me just now?"

Fu Yanhe looked at her with indifferent eyes and expressionless face, his slightly pursed thin lips brought out a bit of coolness, he didn't talk to her again, and turned the wheelchair to leave.

Shen Yanhe keenly sensed that he was unhappy, so she turned the wheelchair to follow him at a loss, and said in a low voice, "Well, a second injection will be given tonight, and a new medicine will be prescribed for you."

"When my foot is healed, I'll give you the medicine to remove the scar on your face."

"Hmm." Fu Yanhe stared straight ahead indifferently, didn't look at her, let alone yell at her, which made Shen Yanhe feel a little uncomfortable.

Think about it, he just vented his anger on her, and she couldn't tell what was going on when he came to ask her. From Fu Yanhe's point of view, she really didn't know what to do.

Shen Yanhe grabbed the handrail and carefully peeked at Fu Yanhe.

Fu Yanhe glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, didn't speak, but speeded up the wheelchair back to the room.

When Shen Yanhe was about to follow, the door of the room was slammed shut by him, and the door almost hit her on the nose.

Shen Yanhe: "..."

She rubbed her nose and looked at the closed door, a look of helplessness flashed in the cat's eyes.

She couldn't go directly into Fu Yanhe's room, so she turned the wheelchair and went back to her own room first.

Shen Yanhe originally thought that after Fu Xiao sobered up, he would find her and Fu Yanhe to make a fuss, but after he sobered up at night, he packed his things and left without saying a word.

It is said that they are going back to the old house.

Shen Yanhe was not in a hurry to investigate Fu Xiao's movements, she was having a bit of a headache right now.

Because of Fu Yanhe, he started a cold war with her unilaterally.