Rewind the clock to half an hour ago.

In the private room of the nightclub, Lu Zikun took a sip of wine and bumped the man next to him with his elbow: "Hey, are you tired of a few big men drinking, call your woman." ”

"She's not available."

"I'm grass, women aren't so used to it," Lu Zikun stretched out his hand to him: "Give me the phone." ”

"You don't have it yourself?"

"MD, it's really embarrassing for our man's face," Lu Zikun disdained: "Take the mobile phone, the master will teach you to tune. Teach a woman, if she is reversed, the woman should come and go as soon as she is called, and she will rub her nose and face for a few days? ”

Fu Mochuan didn't move, leaning lazily on the sofa.

"Go ahead, she doesn't know I'm here."

"Call her and you'll find out."

"Why should I tell her?"

Lu Zikun scoffed: "Don't pretend to Lao Tzu, didn't you just know that she would come here, so you rushed over?" ”

Originally, he was strange, but after seeing An Qing, he completely understood.

Fu Mochuan was silent again, his expression was indifferent, and Lu Zikun was upset when he saw him like this.

"Don't talk nonsense, bring it to the master." He reached directly over, intending to scoop up the other party's mobile phone.

Fu Mochuan clasped his wrist with two long fingers, and his dark eyes came over, "You are so idle." ”

This action actually has no deterrent effect, Lu Zikun's eyes rolled, and he smiled: "Yes, I really worry about salty radishes, whether your yin and yang are out of balance, with this kung fu, it is better to sleep a few more women." ”

Fu Mochuan shook off his hand, and in the next second, he took out his mobile phone, slid the screen and handed it to him in front of Lu Zikun.

"Do you want to make a bet, if you can't make an appointment with her, give me a million."

"I'm grass, I'm really stupid, spend money to pimp for you?" Lu Zikun is incredible.

"If she's willing to come, I'll give you 10 million."

That sounds like a lot more balanced.

The corners of Lu Zikun's lips tugged, and he pressed the mobile phone in his hand, but he didn't dial the number immediately, looking at the corner of his mouth and smiling evilly.

"What do you think, I'm more at a loss, no, you have to pay some more interest."

Under Fu Mochuan's dark gaze, the corners of Lu Zikun's mouth pulled evilly, and he slashed over with a knife.

Putting his tall figure down on the sofa, Lu Zikun clapped his hands with satisfaction, and grinned as he looked at the people watching the show in the private room.

"Haha, the little master has long wanted to beat him up like this."

Joyfully!

on the couch.

An Qing was stunned and looked at the man who suddenly opened his eyes towards her.

His gaze was dark and heavy, seemingly unfocused, and invisible.

She panicked in her heart, and subconsciously wanted to dodge, but as soon as her body moved, the man's hand came around and clasped her slender waist.

"Let me go, don't ......"

She struggled a little, and the man's hand strained and jerked, and she fell straight over him.

Up and down, on the narrow sofa, the two overlapped each other.

An Qing's face fell right on the side of his face, and before he could react, his lips warmed, and his lips were grabbed tightly by him, and one of his big palms slid up and clasped the back of her head.

In fact, long before An Qing entered the private room, Fu Mochuan had already come to his senses, the room was covered with a thick carpet, but her every step was so clear, step by step, as if stepping on the tip of his heart.

Hearing her sigh, and the touch of her cold fingertips caressing him, all his forbearance collapsed, and he hugged her uncontrollably.

The man was menacing, An Qing was caught off guard by him and blocked all his breath, and when he came back to his senses, his hand had already ripped off her coat, and it was still deepening. Enter.

"Don't, don't ......"

She struggled, kicking him with her hands and feet, biting with the tips of her fine teeth, resisting with all her strength.

On the small sofa, the two started a tug-of-war, to be precise, An Qing's unilateral attack, Fu Mochuan suffered silently, but the iron tong-like arms tightly imprisoned her, and she did not relax at all.

Finally, with a plop, the narrow sofa couldn't stand the toss of the two, An Qing turned over and fell, while Fu Mochuan protected her, and the two planted on the carpet together.

Fu Mochuan was still pressed underneath, and somehow bumped into the coffee table on the side, making a muffled sound.

In a confined space, it's loud.

The movements of the two stopped at the same time, and Fu Mochuan's hand was still wrapped around An Qing's waist, and his voice was hoarse: "Did you fall somewhere?" ”

"Leave it to me."

An Qing pushed him hard and sat up straight from him, and because of the space, the two of them were still stacked on the floor one after another.

She propped herself up on the sofa and climbed up with difficulty, looking down to see Fu Mochuan still lying there, frowning deeply in the dim light.

"How are you?" She asked, viciously.

"Probably, I hit my waist."

She was stunned, looking at the man at her feet, her voice still fierce.

"Well deserved!"

"Uh-huh......"

Fu Mochuan stood up on the floor, holding his waist with one hand, and a painful moan overflowed from the bottom of his throat. Yin, it seems that it really hit him lightly, An Qing saw him like this, so she had to carry forward the humanitarian spirit to help him.

"Who made you look like you haven't seen a woman in eight lifetimes."

Helping him sit down on the couch, she was still grumbling.

Fu Mochuan's face was very bad, dignified and young, he actually flashed his waist at that time, and it was embarrassing to say it.

Throwing him on the sofa angrily, An Qing turned around and wanted to leave.

"I'm leaving, you go to the doctor yourself."

Fu Mochuan didn't respond, An Qing walked a few steps, turned his head to look at him, and saw that he was still lying on the sofa in the same posture as just now, looking very painful.

She gritted her teeth, gritted her teeth again, and walked back with a tense face.

"Where the hell did you hit it?"

Putting Fu Mochuan face down on the sofa, she knelt on his lap and carefully pressed her hands on his waist.

"Is this it?"

"Something more."

"Here?"

"A little bit of the past."

"Who made you monkey anxious!"

"Uh-huh......"

An Qing complained a few words, Fu Mochuan was silent, and An Qing also quieted down, just rubbing his waist for him lightly, and in the private room, the breathing of both of them gradually became heavy.

"An An, you still care about me, do you?"

Then, Fu Mochuan's magnetic deep voice sounded.

An Qing was stunned, and the kneading action slowed down.

"I heard that I was drunk and no one cared, so you came here immediately, don't worry about me." The deep voice is not an inquiry, but a statement.

"You obviously still care about me, and you haven't forgotten me at all, why do you lie to me and lie to yourself......"

"You're thinking too much!" An Qinghuo stood up suddenly, hurriedly, as if to escape something: "I should go." ”

Fu Mochuan turned sideways and pulled back the body she was about to leave, An Qing was dizzy for a while, he turned around on the sofa, and then held her waist and pressed her down.

In an instant, the direction of the two of them fell, still up and down.

An Qing was pressed to the sofa by him, struggled a few times, and couldn't move, so she had to raise her little face and stare at her: "Fu Shao, is this waist good?" ”

Fu Mochuan didn't answer, his dark gaze was boundless, and he was heavy and shrouded in her face.

"An An, I asked my mother, and she said that she didn't do what happened back then."

"You've ever seen a prisoner who would admit his guilt." An Qing scolded him angrily: "Bad people have a conscience, and they need to be police. What are you doing, let me go......"

Fu Mochuan's gaze remained the same, and his posture remained the same.

Back then, she did go to country A at about the same time. However, she was invited to attend a charity conference, and the meeting party sent a special person to receive her, and she was accompanied throughout the whole process, and I checked her schedule, and I didn't have time to go to the hospital where you rescued her. ”

"Will you come exactly as scheduled, a day is so long, take a little time, who knows?"

Fu Mochuan admits this, but he does not dare to agree.

"But there are obviously suspicious points, you can't pretend not to see it, I said earlier, your so-called evidence can be faked, you also want to find out the real murderer, let your relatives rest in peace, right?"

The real murderer.

An Qing was in a trance, could it be that she was mistaken, and the matter really had nothing to do with Xie Mingzhu?

No.

For several years, revenge had become her obsession, and now she was suddenly told how ridiculous it would be that she didn't even know the enemy.

But what if it's true?

"I'll keep looking." Fu Mochuan continued to attack his heart: "No matter how heinous the crime is, the prisoner also has the right to defend himself, An An, you have to give me a chance." ”

An Qing looked back at him for a long time.

"Did you finally find out that she did it, and you won't stop me from taking revenge?"

Fu Mochuan stared at her eyes, slowly, and nodded: "Yes." ”

He is convinced that the outcome will not be so cruel.

"Good!" An Qing closed her eyes, opened them again, and her eyes returned to firmness: "I'll give you a chance, but I hope Fu Shao will remember your promise tonight." ”

"I promise you."

Fu Mochuan was relieved, the corners of his mouth hooked a faint arc, and in the dark light, the three-dimensional and deep eyebrows and eyes made An Qing feel annoyed in his heart.

"Promise a ghost!" She pushed him: "You just lied to me a few times, your back hurts, I believe you are strange!" ”

first pretended to be drunk and tricked her to come here, and An Qing would come to his senses at this time, and there was obviously no taste of alcohol in his mouth.

And his waist, flexible like this, how can he look a little seriously injured.

The man's words can be believed, the sow can go up the tree, how can she forget.

Fu Mochuan was still lying on top of her, staring at her, and the smile on the corner of his lips gradually spread.

An Qing saw that it was getting hotter and bigger, and reached out and slapped it towards his waist.

"Go down, let me go!"

Fu Mochuan hummed in a low voice, didn't let go, let her pat it, and leaned down with his face towards her.

Never mind.

The important thing for a big husband is to be able to bend and stretch.

"I can't let it go."

“……”

He blocked An Qing's lips again, not as eager as just now, this time it was gentle and patient, the tip of his tongue traced the shape of her lips, coaxed her, opened her closed teeth, wrapped around the tip of her tongue, tossing and turning, wrapping. More than that.

The feeling of lack of oxygen made An Qing's strength flow away little by little, and her thrashing of him slowed down, and finally had to hook his back.

"No ......"

She hummed, her lips were gagged again, and the man used his hands and mouth together, and the sound overflowing between his lips and teeth was extremely moving.

"Be good, bear with me, and ......"