She pinched the photo with one hand and grabbed Fu Qiran's sleeve with the other.

The fingertips are a little white.

Zhou Qicai smiled, "You care about her." ”

Fu Qiran blocked in front of Ruan Jiaojiao, covering her body.

"Zhou, strange, material."

He called out his name word by word.

"Yo, it's hard for Big Guy Fu to remember my name."

Zhou Qicai played with the knife in his hand, and the blade glowed fiercely under the dim light.

"Your purpose." Fu Qiran said directly.

Zhou Qicai smiled, "Fu Shao is so smart, how could he not know my purpose?" ”

As he spoke, the door was pushed open again.

Luo Shi'an arrived.

"Boss!"

Luo Shi'an looked at Fu Qiran with a worried expression.

Fu Qiran let out a "hmm", and he couldn't hear his joy and anger.

He glanced down at Ruan Jiaojiao and pinched her face.

"Jiaojiao will go out with Luo Shi'an for a while first, okay?"

Although it was a question, it had a non-negotiable tone.

Ruan Jiaojiao stubbornly grabbed Fu Qiran's sleeve and expressed her attitude.

But Fu Qiran was obviously unwilling to let Ruan Jiaojiao stay here.

He glanced at Luo Shi'an coldly and said, "Take Jiaojiao outside." ”

Luo Shi'an walked quickly to Ruan Jiaojiao's side, bent down and whispered, "Jiaojiao, let's go out first." ”

Ruan Jiaojiao pursed her lips tightly, and her little face was full of seriousness and seriousness.

"Mr. Fu, I want to stay with you."

Fu Qiran's face remained unchanged, faintly cold.

"Take her out." He commanded.

Luo Shi'an pulled Ruan Jiaojiao's arm, "Jiaojiao, let's go first." ”

She saw that Ruan Jiaojiao was still pulling Fu Qiran's sleeve, and whispered in her ear: "Jiaojiao, don't embarrass the boss." ”

Ruan Jiaojiao's pupils shrank, and she let go of her hand in a daze.

Luo Shi'an took the opportunity to pull Ruan Jiaojiao up and walked outside with her.

As soon as she walked outside, Ruan Jiaojiao heard a noise from inside.

It's like the sound of a human body falling to the ground.

Ruan Jiaojiao lowered her eyes and lowered her head.

"Sister Shi'an, am I a burden to Mr. Fu?"

If it weren't for her, Mr. Fu wouldn't have put himself in danger.

"It's not." Luo Shi'an rubbed Ruan Jiaojiao's hair and comforted, "Jiaojiao is a very important existence for the boss. ”

"The boss has changed a lot since he married Jiaojiao."

"Jiaojiao, don't think about it."

Luo Shi'an said comforting words, mingling with the noise in the room.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyelashes trembled, and she smiled, but didn't say anything.

In the room, without Ruan Jiaojiao there, Fu Qiran sneered directly and attacked Zhou Qicai.

In an instant, Zhou Qicai was pressed to the ground and couldn't move.

The cold blade was attached to Zhou Qicai's cheek, reflecting his face full of hatred.

"It's not good for you to move anyone, move my Jiaojiao, huh?"

The blade slashed across Zhou Qicai's cheek, and blood oozed from the blade.

The smell of blood spread through the room.

Zhou Qicai sneered, "You didn't move my woman either?" ”

Fu Qiran raised his eyebrows, "Your woman?" Who? ”

After a pause, he added, "But now this question is no longer important. ”

The medicinal powder was twisted and ground on his fingertips, and Zhou Qicai only felt a strange fragrance attacking, and he lost consciousness in an instant.

Fu Qiran stood up, kicked Zhou Qicai's waist, and spit out two words.

"Waste."