In the middle of the night, Fu Tingshen accompanied the client to drink and get drunk.

The customer stopped his shoulder, and the two brothers came up and said with a sigh: "Mr. Fu, your Fu family still knows how to play, your wife let your mad dog little nephew sleep, hahaha, Song Qingyu looks like that, how can you be willing to give people away." ”

Although the face of that photo is not clear, netizens may not know who it is, but this group of people in the Beijing circle has a clear heart.

This person was obviously drunk and spoke without thinking, and the person next to him saw that Fu Tingshen's face was extremely dark and ugly, and kept stopping him, but this person still didn't know it.

"Hey, there's nothing reluctant to be reluctant to ha, anyway, it's all about taking turns to come and go, and the fat water doesn't flow into the fields of outsiders......"

Fu Tingshen let go of the other party, and the man suddenly planted a dog gnawing mud.

He pretended to step forward and helped the person up, "Mr. Chen, look at my hand, I don't have the strength to drink too much, I'm really sorry." ”

Mr. Chen woke up a lot after drinking, waved his hand again and again and said that it didn't matter, he didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, and hurriedly got into the car and left with people.

These fragrant gossips are usually talked about in private, but now they are stabbed in front of one of the main owners, and it is nothing to offend Fu Tingshen, if it reaches the ears of Fu Wenzhou's mad dog......

That's bad luck!

After everyone left, Fu Tingshen slammed his fist on the wall.

"Fu Wenzhou, Song Qingyu ......"

These two names seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, and the thought of the mocking eyes of those people just now filled his chest with monstrous anger!

Everyone was laughing at him, throwing watermelons and picking up sesame seeds, and letting Song Qingyu be such a beautiful daughter, don't marry Lin Yuanyu, a woman who can't get on the stage from a small family.

Since his divorce from Song Qingyu, he has become a joke in the capital!

If there was no fanning by Song Qingyu and Fu Wenzhou, he wouldn't believe it!

A trace of unwillingness and ruthlessness crossed his eyes: "Song Qingyu, no one dares to play me like this......"

……

The night is getting deeper.

Song Qingyu nested on the sofa and looked through the documents sent by the assistant, and began to feel sleepy when she looked at it.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

She was too lazy to move, but the doorbell kept ringing.

She had no choice but to get up, gathered the thick shawl, and subconsciously glanced at the time, which happened to be the time when Fu Wenzhou said home.

She opened the door, and before she saw anyone, she had already subconsciously brought two faint smiles on her face: "Don't you know the password?" ”

Before the words fell, Fu Tingshen appeared in sight.

The smell of wine all over her body, wrapped in the cold wind, rushed towards Song Qingyu, and she shivered with cold.

Fu Tingshen's eyes were bloodshot at this time, and he stared at her with a cruel smile, "Who are you waiting for?" Fu Wenzhou, that little bastard? ”

This woman has been married to herself for three years, and every time she faces herself, she looks like she is going to die, how can she smile so well?

It seems that he guessed correctly, she had already planned to divorce herself, be with Fu Wenzhou, and put herself together!

Song Qingyu was keenly aware of his abnormality and twisted her eyebrows.

After retreating, he wanted to close the door, but Fu Tingshen bumped into it vigorously!

She was defenseless for a while, and she didn't stand firmly, and was knocked to the ground by the door.

The sky was spinning in front of her eyes, and then she heard the sound of the door slamming and the sound of locking, and her heart sank suddenly!

"Fu Tingshen, what do you want to do?!"

She stood up with the entrance cabinet and shouted, but as soon as she was excited, she choked a few breaths of wind and choked on her, choking only to cough.

As soon as Fu Tingshen saw her sickly, weak and beautiful appearance, he remembered the picture of her fooling around with Fu Wenzhou, and there was only one thought left in his mind eroded by alcohol.

Fu Wenzhou can touch it, why can't he touch it?

As soon as Song Qingyu stood firm, there was a sharp pain in her scalp, and Fu Tingshen dragged her by the hair and threw her on the sofa!

was lit up by the hand she had just put down casually, and Fu Wenzhou's news popped up: [Yuyu, I may have to go home a little later, love you]

Song Qingyu's eyes widened, and she was about to grab her mobile phone, although Fu Tingshen drank too much, she had expected it, grabbed her mobile phone and smashed it out!

Bang!

The phone fell to the wall and fell to the ground, falling to pieces!

"How many times have you slept with Fu Wenzhou?" Fu Tingshen grabbed her hair and raised his hand to slap her: "Slut!" ”

Song Qingyu had never been beaten so vigorously, and suddenly there was a ringing in her ears.

However, she didn't have time to react at all, when she saw Fu Tingshen put her mouth up, she was extremely disgusted in her heart, and almost slapped her hard with all her might!

"Fu Tingshen! Are you crazy? Let me go! ”

Fu Tingshen was completely enraged by this slap, turned Song Qingyu over, tore it with a sound, and directly tore her cotton pajamas, and the obscene and mean words almost sounded in her ears: "I have been married to Lao Tzu for three years, and you don't let me touch you all day long like a chaste and fierce woman, you have raised you for so long, what's wrong with exercising my right to be a husband now?" ”

"Guess when I ask you, Fu Wenzhou will still want you to break your shoes!"

He imprisoned Song Qingyu's hands with one hand, and picked up her pants with the other hand.

Song Qingyu struggled almost screaming, but her body bones were so fragile, where was the opponent of a drunkard?

The moment Fu Tingshen's hand touched the skin on her waist, she was shocked, angry, panicked and afraid, all kinds of fierce emotions were stirred together, and she was instantly angry, and a mouthful of blood spurted out!

"Fu Wenzhou ......"

She muttered, her eyes last glance at the torn phone on the ground, tears sliding down in despair......

The body went limp, and he completely lost consciousness.

Fu Tingshen grabbed her hair and was annoyed: "Song Qingyu, don't pretend to be dead for me!" ”

However, Song Qingyu drooped her head, her already pale little face seemed to have taken on dark blue at this time, and her lips were even more blue and white, and even the bright red blood couldn't cover the terrible color.

Fu Tingshen smacked the spirit fiercely, retreated in anger, and finally sobered up a little.

He almost let go of Song Qingyu in a panic, but he didn't give up, and stretched out his finger to probe her snort......

There was a dead silence.

His face changed drastically, he staggered back a few steps, and hit the coffee table in a panic, he stared at the woman lying on the sofa without a sound in horror, and stumbled out!

He just wants to punish her!

He didn't want her life!

It was she who fell ill and died, and it had nothing to do with him!

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More than ten minutes later, the fingerprint lock clanged.

[Welcome to the home with Song Qingyu and Fu Wenzhou]

The door opened, accompanied by Fu Wenzhou's cheerful voice.

"Yuyu, look what I brought you, your favorite peach blossom crisp ......"

His words came to an abrupt end, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

I saw that the living room was in a mess, and there seemed to be a trace of alcohol in the air.

On the sofa, his pomelo was lying there in disheveled clothes, his little face was gray, and he looked as if he had lost his life.

For a few seconds, Fu Wenzhou's mind was only blank!

"Yuzu!"

In the darkness of the night, a painful roar passed through the window, startling the birds perched in the trees below.

The voice was full of fear and panic, like a beast that had lost its mate, wailing in agony in the quiet of the night!