Chapter Ninety-Three: Wounded
Who is he, and does he need to go through their opinions to do things?
Hearing the sound, Fu Cheng threw a cold look at the reporter, and his hands trembled in fright.
"Who did it?" When Fu Cheng saw Feng Xiaoxi lying on the ground, his little face pale, God knows how angry he was, leaned over, stared at her little face carefully, and turned to the reporters who were facing Qia'an and asked coldly.
His voice was cold and piercing, making people tremble unconsciously, thinking, who is this man?
Fu Cheng is very low-key at school, and he never talks about his identity with others, and no one will know what his identity is outside, after all, the old man of the Fu family is very secret about his identity.
Feng Xiaoxi pulled Fu Cheng's clothes and said lightly, "I'm fine." ”
"I ask who did it?" Fu Cheng did not listen to Feng Xiaoxi's words, but squatted down, hugged the petite body in his arms, and asked coldly again.
Fu Cheng's aura was so full that all the reporters present did not dare to make a noise, and just when Feng Xiaoxi wanted to open his mouth to tell Fu Cheng to stop talking, there was a piercing sound of brakes outside the school.
The familiar sound of brakes, as well as the familiar car tracks, made Feng Xiaoxi slightly stunned in Fu Cheng's arms.
He's coming.
Fu Yan got out of the car, and as soon as the black leather shoes hit the ground, all the reporters present were stunned, isn't this Fu Yan, the president of Fu's?
How could he be here?
The slender fingers unbuttoned the suit, and the cold eyes stayed on all the reporters, and the gaze moved downward, and finally fixed on the little face of Feng Xiaoxi.
She was injured.
A sullen air flow poured in from the outside, making his heart uncomfortable as if it was about to suffocate, how could she be hurt?
Spread his slender legs and strode towards Feng Xiaoxi's face.
Regardless of whether Fu Cheng wanted to or not, he directly hugged the petite body in his arms, bowed his head, stared at the injured forehead of the little woman, and asked lightly, "Who got it?"
"I didn't know, but when I wanted to leave, I was smashed by the camera. Feng Xiaoxi raised his eyes, his bright eyes had already been covered with a faint mist, and he didn't seem to be able to see the expression on the man's face clearly, his little hand grabbed the clothes on Fu Yan's chest, and said in a low voice.
Staring at the little face that was even more endearing because of the injury, Fu Yan only felt a cramping pain in his heart, then raised his eyebrows, and asked coldly: "This woman belongs to my Fu Yan, and daring to hurt her is like going against me." ”
The domineering swore his sovereignty coldly in front of so many people.
Hearing this, Fu Cheng hesitated for a while, and Uncle Xiao and Xiao Xi ......
was very depressed in his heart, Fu Cheng didn't know why he saw the uncle's eyes looking at Feng Xiaoxi, which could be said to be exactly the same as when he looked at her.
When did he feel this way about her?
"Oh, by the way, I think I need to tell you that I won't let go of anyone who has touched Feng Xiaoxi, even if it's a hair of hers. ”
Fu Yan hugged Feng Xiaoxi as he walked out, his slender fingers pressed slightly on her body, hugging her tighter.
Just as he was about to reach the car door, he stopped his steps and seemed to be smiling.
Who doesn't know Fu Yan's means, as long as it comes out of his mouth, it must be true.
All the reporters present were stunned, they didn't expect Feng Xiaoxi to have a relationship with Fu Yan, if they knew, they wouldn't deliberately embarrass that woman.
"I'll take you to the villa, don't move. The words were closed, Fu Yan bowed his head and whispered to the little woman in his arms.
Why, would he be so good to himself?
Maybe it's because Feng Xiaoxi, who has lacked the love of others since she was a child, always has an illusion of disbelief.
She wanted to speak, but she couldn't say anything, as if something was blocked in her throat, and in the end, she still didn't speak, just sat quietly in the back seat.
Maybe when she lost her mind, Fu Yan had already left her side, and she didn't know when she was already sitting in the driver's seat.
Feng Xiaoxi took a deep breath, although the wound on her forehead still felt that tingling from time to time, but she didn't feel pain, her pain was in her heart, the heart that had been hurt by her family for a long time.
The night wind blew in through the open window, blowing her fine black hair on her face.
Leaning lightly against the window, no thoughts were lost.
Fu Yan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked at the little woman in the back seat of the car through the rearview mirror, her heart-wrenching expression, and her fragile body.
He couldn't wait to stop the car, get out of the car, and gently pour the petite little woman into his arms, and comfort her softly.
Tell her that everything is still with me, and I am with you.
Unfortunately, he didn't do this, but the little hand holding the steering wheel tightened slightly, unwilling to think further.
*
Standing in place and watching Feng Xiaoxi being carried into the car by his uncle Fu Cheng, his fingers were slightly bent and tightened, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were particularly dazzling.
When was she with him?
There is always an indescribable feeling in my heart, Feng Xiaoxi, do you also have feelings for my uncle?
He didn't want to think about it much, but somewhere in his heart seemed to make him unbearable.
Hiding in a dead corner at the school gate, watching the lively side, Dong Xia held the newspaper printed this morning in his hand.
The force in her hand tightened tightly, and it was not until the newspaper was twisted up that she loosened the force, and a hideous smile appeared on her innocent little face.
Originally, I was thinking about how to make Feng Xiaoxi ruined, but I didn't expect that someone would lose his breath first and strike first.
Feng Xiaoxi, it seems that you have successfully offended many people, you said, is this God's punishment for you, punishing you for seducing men indiscriminately.
I, Dong Xia, will not let go of a slut like you.
Throwing the wrinkled newspaper in his hand in the garbage heap mercilessly, hooking his red lips, and sneering, he walked to Fu Cheng's side.
*
In the villa
"Let Qin Shuhai come over, be quick. Fu Yan held Feng Xiaoxi in his arms, and his steps were very steady, but when he saw Wu's mother, his voice was extremely urgent.
The little woman in his arms was pale, and the hot feeling coming from his palms was not his delusion, damn it......
She had a fever.
"Okay, young master, I'll go now. Mother Wu looked Feng Xiaoxi's body up and down, obviously she was fine this morning, why did she come back at night and look like she was covered in bruises?
Mother Wu secretly said badly in her heart.
When he was in a panic, he didn't forget to walk to the hall and quickly dialed Qin Shuhai's phone.