"Luo Ran! Don't want to refuse and welcome, who doesn't know that you have been single for many years, I am also a good match for you in terms of this condition, if you want, we can go to get a marriage certificate tomorrow! ”

At this moment, Tang Luoran has not yet broken free from Zhang Rong's shackles, even if her palm has hit Zhang Rong's face for the second time, Zhang Rong has no intention of giving up, but instead raised his hand and wanted to pull the zipper on Tang Luoran's waist-

However, just before he could pull the button in his palm, a tall figure suddenly pressed towards his field of vision, rolling up with a gloomy storm, and that violent and wanton aura was only unique to Fu Zichen.

Before Zhang Rong could react to who was standing in front of him, he felt the cold blade blowing in his face, and a hard punch of 'bang' smashed into his face, and his whole person was pushed out fiercely-

The powerful force struck, Zhang Rong was beaten and lay on the ground in embarrassment, the smell of blood in his mouth was permeated, and then he spit out a mouthful of blood.

The sudden situation was beyond Tang Luoran's expectations, and the moment his eyes touched Zhang Rong, who had fallen to the ground, his frowning eyebrows set off a ripple.

Tang Luoran didn't know who saved her at such a critical moment, so she felt her waist stunned, and in a whirlwind, she was picked up by a brute force.

Tang Luoran was shocked, and the moment he looked up, he looked straight into Fu Zichen's gloomy black eyes, and those eyes looked like they were going to strangle her at any time.

Also, Fu Zichen annoyed her and hated her, but he couldn't tolerate his nominal wife being slighted by outsiders, which was tantamount to slapping him Fu Zichen!

I'm afraid that Zhang Rong will be more auspicious......

After a while, Tang Luoran came back to his senses, forcing his heart to calm down, "Let me go." ”

Immediately afterwards, Fu Zichen lowered his head, the dark eyes of the yin owl were like frost, Tang Luoran only glanced at each other, and then lowered his head weakly.

"TM's! Who dares to beat Lao Tzu! ”

Zhang Rong himself is the director of the largest hospital in Jiangcheng, and his father is the previous mayor of Jiangcheng who has just retired, so he has never been treated like this.

It has always been outsiders who flatter him, when did anyone dare to do anything to him?

However, the next second when Zhang Rong staggered up and looked up, he only felt that his legs were paralyzed, and a biting chill came to his heart along the soles of his feet......

Fu ...... Tutor...... Mr. Fu ...... "Zhang Rong was so frightened that he trembled when he spoke.

Fu Zichen!

Who doesn't know, Fu Zichen of Jiangcheng, that is the existence of Jiangcheng's 'king'! This is the most honorable man in Jiangcheng! If you mess with anyone, you can't mess with Fu Zichen!

"Single? Unmarried? Dean Zhang's idea of beating other women, I, Fu Zichen, will never interfere, but do you know the relationship between her and me?! It seems that Dean Zhang doesn't want these hands anymore! ”

The low and hoarse voice echoed in the huge back garden, and suddenly the atmosphere in the air condensed to a minimum.

Fu Zichen's threatening and unquestionable tone was as if he was the emperor in the dark night, which made the originally quiet hot spring attract a lot of onlookers in an instant, and there was a loud noise.

And Zhang Rong's face turned pale suddenly.

The 'she' in Fu Zichen's mouth must be the woman he is holding in his arms - Tang Luoran!

If you talk about the relationship between Tang Luoran and Fu Zichen......

Zhang Rong racked his brains for a long time, but he couldn't think of the connection between the two.

"Fu, Mr. Fu, I don't really understand what you mean......" Zhang Rong stammered very slowly.

"Don't understand?" Staring at Zhang Rong's swollen face, Fu Zichen smiled suddenly, the weird laughter seemed to come from hell, and his deep face seemed to be stained with peerless coldness, "Soon you will understand!" ”

As Fu Zichen's words fell, Qin Yan, who had just finished solving the media outside the hall, had already walked into the back door, shuttled quickly through the crowd, and strode behind Fu Zichen.

Qin Yan's eyes quickly glanced at the scene in front of him, and then at the woman in Fu Zichen's arms, and probably understood what had just happened.

"From today onwards, I don't want to see this person in Jiangcheng again, and there is no need to keep these hands."

After dropping a sentence, Fu Zichen turned around indifferently, ignoring the wailing sound coming from behind, and the iron tong-like arm tightly shackled Tang Luoran in his arms, and in the eyes of everyone's extremely surprised, he hugged Tang Luoran and strode away.

In the thick of the night, Fu Zichen's cold back left in a hurry, and Qin Shi was left behind to deal with the follow-up matters.

The many black-clothed bodyguards who originally followed Fu Zichen walked on both sides of Fu Zichen to open the way, and the momentum was staggering.

"There are a lot of people here, let me down, I can go by myself." Tang Luoran uneasily touched the man's warm chest, the tight and seamless fit, the hot temperature between skin touches, made her heart pound, and she could no longer maintain the initial indifference.

"If the media can photograph you now, what awaits you tomorrow is the Fu family's family banquet." Fu Zichen didn't really let go of her as Tang Luoran said, but walked straight away, and his tone was as indifferent as frost.