Quick Wear: The host is a jerk again and runs away

Chapter 423: Revenge of the Republic of China 11

Xueyi tightened her grip on the bag, looked at the wound on the back of Fu Wanyi's hand, bit her lip, and walked in front of Fu Xicheng like a quail.

He threw out the registration record of Genting, and his voice was full of viciousness: "Did you guys sleep last night?"

Xue Yi hurriedly shook her head and denied it, "No! Absolutely not! I just drank too much, so... I went upstairs and stayed in a room, but I didn't do anything else."

When Fu Wanyi saw that Fu Xicheng was going to attack Xueyi, she immediately became anxious: "Uncle, don't blame Wanwan, blame me if you want to."

"If this gets out and ruins Wanwan's reputation, I will...I will marry her."

"I fell in love with Wanwan at first sight."

After hearing these words, Xue Yi held her forehead with frustration in her heart.

My dear brother, you really are going to kill us both.

As expected, upon hearing Fu Wanyi's words, Fu Xicheng suddenly laughed softly, but also stood up.

The man's 1.87-meter height was filled with a strong sense of oppression, coupled with his stern facial features. The smile on his face at this moment was particularly terrifying under the reflection of light and shadow.

"love at first sight?"

"Yeah."

"If you want to marry her, just dream on."

He fiercely picked up Xue Yi and carried her away despite her resistance, leaving only a cold sentence: "She is your cousin's wife."

These words were like a huge rock covered with thorns, nailing Fu Wanyi's legs to the ground. He could no longer move an inch. His eyes unconsciously turned red and his vision became blurry.

What did my uncle say?

she……

She and her uncle...

How can it be?

them……

No way, his uncle must have lied to him, he must have.

But Fu Wanyi knew that Fu Xicheng never told lies because he disdained them.

But last night, he and Wanwan were almost there... just one step away.

She must not marry her uncle, absolutely not.

The young man coughed twice, his face turned pale, cold sweat seeped from his forehead, and he rushed back to his room without even eating lunch.

……

On the other side, Xue Yi was carried on Fu Xicheng's shoulders and thrown hard onto the bed.

The man pinched her neck and pressed on her, his eyes showing the fierceness: "Zhang Shuwan, you are really amazing. You just climbed up to me, and now you are targeting my nephew."

"Do you know what the price of betraying me is?"

His big hand tightened, and red marks were immediately left on the girl's snow-white neck. She had difficulty breathing and speaking, and could only look at him and shed tears.

The hot tears fell on the man's hand. His eyes were bloodshot. He directly took off the off-white dress she was wearing today and smiled coldly, "Didn't you say you didn't do anything with him? Let me check it myself."

As the severe pain came, he loosened his hands that were clamped around her neck, pressed her hard on the quilt, and moved forward.

He pulled out the belt from around his waist, tied her wrists to the pillar at the head of the bed, pinched her chin, forced her to open her mouth, and kissed her fiercely.

"Zhang Shuwan."

"I hate it most when someone betrays me."

"I will not let any of those who betrayed me go."

"Tell me, how should I let you die?"

He looked at her red eyes from crying, and the hand that was pinching her chin was shaking: "Why not, let you die like this, how about that?"

"Fu Wanyi, a child who hasn't even grown all his hair yet, you're interested in her?"

Xue Yi bit his hand hard to express her dissatisfaction and accusation, "Let me go!"

The man was bitten, but not angry. Instead, his smile widened. There was a surging coldness in his eyes, and his words were also cold:

"Don't think about it."

The darkness enveloped her, magnifying all her breathing and feelings. She felt dizzy and was forced to endure the man's anger.

Fu Xicheng became more and more ruthless each time, wishing he could crush her to pieces.

The night is too long, the lights in the room dimmed, the ambiguity lingered, and the beauty has not faded.

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