Chapter 77: He Treats Her Like a Femme Fetale
The moment Jiang Yue draped the thin blanket on Zhou Ling's body, she attached it to her ear, and said softly in a voice that only two people could hear: "Look, no matter what you say, no one will believe you." ”
Zhou Ling's body stiffened suddenly, she screamed, and stretched out her hand to choke Jiang Shiyue's neck.
But at this moment, her wrist was suddenly pinched.
It's not Jiang October.
Be...... Fu Qinghan.
Behind him stood the pale-faced Zhou couple and Zhou Yanfeng, who had just arrived.
At this moment, Fu Qinghan's eyes became extremely cold, and in the night, his expression was extremely gloomy, as if he was Satan from hell.
He suddenly let go of Zhou Ling's hand, and under the power of men, Zhou Ling's body could barely control a stumble, and he fell to the side in an instant.
But no one dared to help, and even everyone instinctively took a step back.
Fu Qinghan frowned, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and he wiped the hand that held Zhou Ling's wrist with a handkerchief in disgust, he regarded her like a snake and scorpion, and avoided her like filth.
He threw the handkerchief on the ground and stepped on it with his foot, which he feared would be of no art, but ended up like this.
At this time, I only saw Fu Qinghan carefully helping Jiang Shiyue up, the tall and straight figure enveloped her, he sighed faintly, his slender fingers swept under her eyes, and slowly wiped away her tears.
This sigh was mixed with too many emotions.
It seems to be distressed, helpless, and angry.
Then he took off his suit and gently draped it on Jiang Yue's body, his movements were too gentle, so gentle that people seemed to forget how he treated Zhou Ling just now.
Yu Jiang October ......
Treat her as a treasure and love her more than life.
Fu Qinghan's face was cold, and his calm voice was like a cold pool of pure ice, and every word made people tremble: "Is this the hospitality of your Zhou family?" ”
"Second Master Fu, this must be a misunderstanding!" Zhou Wen'an's face could no longer be described as Tie Qing, he glared at Zhou Ling viciously, and then turned to explain impatiently, his tone mixed with obvious panic.
But Fu Qinghan seemed to be smiling, but he didn't want to pay attention to it at all, he hugged Jiang Yue lightly, didn't even leave a superfluous look, and left directly.
The direction is naturally the gateway to the hotel.
How could Zhou Wenan let Fu Qinghan leave, seeing this, he hurriedly chased after him.
Jiang Yue leaned against Fu Qinghan's side, she suddenly felt that the smell on his body was very good, but she liked the warmth of his chest more, and she said in a low voice: "Little Fu, that person is here." ”
Fu Qinghan lowered his head and whispered just three words, he was almost close to Jiang Yue's ears, his faint breathing was lingering, and the slightly cool lips seemed to be about to rub her small earlobe, but it stopped at just the right distance, and the warm breath seemed to be a murmur between lovers.
Such a picture fell into the eyes of the onlookers behind him, and they couldn't help but turn their heads and whisper.
But Jiang October, who was an insider, didn't hear all this, and she instead evoked a strange smile.
Because she heard Fu Qinghan say in her ear: "Zhou Wen'an." ”
"Second Master Fu!"
Zhou Wen'an had already hurriedly chased after him at this time, and the other people who participated in the banquet dared to touch this moldy head, and they couldn't wait to hide away.