Fu Zhirong smiled softly, raised his hand, and slowly stroked her soft hair.

"How can it not hurt? You are not a tool person, people have senses, of course it hurts. But Qianya, I want to tell you, the pain here is far more painful than the taste of a dislocated jaw. Fu Zhirong gently poked the position of the heart with the index finger of his right hand.

"I want you to remember this painful feeling and never forget it." Fu Zhirong leaned over Ruan Qianya's ear, his fingertips roaming back and forth between her chins.

The friction of Fu Zhirong's fingers reminded Ruan Qianya of the pain of dislocated her jaw just now, her pupils dilated once, and her body trembled slightly.

Fu Zhirong was very satisfied with her performance, and his cold thin lips pressed against Ruan Qianya's ear bones, and he blew lightly in her ear.

"Ruan Qianya, never fall in love with Jing Yihong, he is your enemy, otherwise you will suffer a thousand times more than this." His voice was low and bewitching, like a mantra.

After Fu Zhirong finished speaking, Ruan Qianya opened her lips and repeated softly: "Jing Yihong is my enemy."

She seemed to be responding to Fu Zhirong, and seemed to be convincing herself.

Fu Zhirong narrowed his eyes and said appreciatively: "Yes, that's right."

Fu Zhirong asked the driver to get into the car, and after the car drove out slowly, he slowly moved away from Ruan Qianya's side, leaned on the seat, and looked out the window with cold eyes.

It turns out that if you love someone, even if you forget, your body will still have an instinctive reaction.

Hypnosis has gradually become ineffective for Ruan Qianya, and Fu Zhirong can see that Ruan Qianya's heart once again has feelings for Jing Yihong.

With verbal provocation alone, she can no longer control her emotions.

There has to be something that has a big impact on Ruan Qianya, which makes her completely desperate for Jing Yihong, so that she can better control her.

Fu Zhirong touched his chin, and a person suddenly flashed in his mind.

In the restaurant, the woman who ate with Jing Yihong was a little interesting.

Fu Zhirong's heart quickly came up with a solution, and the corners of his thin mouth twitched a cold smile.

In the early morning of the next day, Fu Zhirong was going to send Ruan Qianya to Qi Sheng, but when he left, he received a text message and temporarily changed his mind.

Ruan Qianya inadvertently glanced at the screen of his phone and found that it was a location.

Ruan Qianya didn't ask much, and she didn't care.

After asking the driver to take Ruan Qianya to Qi Sheng, Fu Zhirong rushed to the café on the text message.

At nine o'clock in the morning, it was work time, and there was no one in the café. The wind chimes at the door of the café jingled because of Fu Zhirong's action of pushing the door, and the woman leaning against the window slowly raised her head.

Fu Zhirong looked at the huge black sunhat on the woman's head, and then walked towards her slowly.

The waiter happened to go over to refill the woman's coffee, and when he left, he accidentally knocked the hat off the woman's head with his elbow.

The waiter sensed something, and turned away apologetically, "I'm sorry, Miss, I don't ......"

After seeing the woman's face clearly, the waiter's voice suddenly stopped, and at the same time, a frightened expression appeared on his face.

Luo Qingqing hurriedly bent down in a panic to pick up the hat, but just as her hand was about to touch the brim of the hat, a pair of slender hands suddenly picked up the hat one step ahead of her.

As soon as Luo Qingqing raised his head, he was facing Shang Fu's smiling expression, his eyes staring at half of her burned face without blinking. The egg hurts

Luo Qingqing suddenly felt embarrassed, but Fu Zhirong returned the hat to her in time.

Luo Qingqing took the hat and hurriedly put it on his head, hiding the scar on half of his face under the brim.

Fu Zhirong naturally sat down opposite her: "It turns out that Miss Luo wears a hat all the time because of this."

"You know my last name is Luo?" As soon as the words came out, Luo Qingqing felt that his question seemed to be a bit stupid. Since she was able to find out the details of Fu Zhirong, Fu Zhirong could naturally investigate her.

The waiter asked Fu Zhirong what he wanted to drink, but Fu Zhirong was not in a hurry to order something, but just looked at Luo Qingqing with a strange look.

"Jing Yihong's taste has really become heavier and heavier recently." He is mean.

Luo Qingqing's face changed, "Mr. Fu, I came to you today, but I didn't want you to sarcastically mock me." ”

"I'm sorry, I've always said that." Fu Zhirong's smile was light, but there was no apology in his tone, and the word "bad" seemed to be written on his face.

Fortunately, Luo Qingqing had already done enough homework before coming, and he probably understood Fu Zhirong's personality, so he was mentally prepared.

"Mr. Fu is a smart person, so I won't go around in circles with you. A few days ago, Mr. Fu should have taken someone to the Mingyue Hotel. ”

"That's right." In the interval between Fu Zhirong's responses, he ticked a glass of American food on the menu, and then handed the menu back to the waiter.

Luo Qingqing propped his elbows on the table, clasped his hands, and rested his chin on the back of his hands: "If I guessed correctly, Mr. Fu's purpose that night should also be Jing Yihong."

Fu Zhirong raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Luo Qingqing continued, "My people were around the hotel that night, and if Mr. Fu led someone to rob someone, my person would appear immediately." But what struck me as strange was that Mr. Fu didn't make a move in the end. ”

Fu Zhirong laughed: "If I take someone to meddle with things that night, do you think you can still conceive Jing Yihong's child?"

"It seems that Mr. Fu made it convenient for me that night." Even if only half of his face was exposed, Luo Qingqing's charming eyes were still fascinating, "In that case, then Mr. Fu is my friend." ”

"People who are not equal can't be friends." Fu Zhirong raised his chin arrogantly, looked at Luo Qingqing with undisguised contempt in his eyes, and his expression almost didn't write the words "you are not worthy" on his face.

Luo Qingqing's self-esteem was stung, and he bit his lower lip fiercely.

"Then Mr. Fu is still coming to the appointment?"

The waiter brought the coffee over, and Fu Zhirong took a shallow sip of the coffee cup, and then said unhurriedly: "Just because you can't be friends doesn't mean you can't cooperate."

Luo Qingqing hated the arrogant man in front of him from the bottom of his heart, but only he could help him complete his plan.

"Then Mr. Fu, let's talk about how we should cooperate."

"Mutual benefit to achieve a win-win situation." Fu Zhirong put the coffee cup on the table lightly, "What I want is very simple, Miss Luo just needs to be with Jing Yihong and let Ruan Qianya completely die." ”

When Luo Qingqing heard this, she couldn't help but sneer: "Ruan Qianya is so charming, but I think she should have no feelings for Jing Yihong."

Although her purpose is also to make Ruan Qianya painful, it seems that using Jing Yihong can no longer make Ruan Qianya painful.

"You don't have to worry about that." Fu Zhirong's originally leisurely tone suddenly cooled down, "You just need to do what I say." ”

Luo Qingqing is not a person who is willing to be manipulated: "I can help you, but what can you give me?"