he is overly partial

Chapter 141 Don't Look
The elevator door opened, and Fu Chen walked out from inside.

When he saw the door open, he thought he forgot to close it when he went out just now, so he didn't think much about it.

Until he suddenly heard a low laugh coming from inside.

Still a man's voice.

Fu Chen was startled suddenly, and panic quickly rushed into his heart.

He hurried over.

He just saw the silhouette of the man.

Shen Qingyu was held down.

The man raised his hand and clasped her chin tightly.

She wanted to turn her head, but there was no way.

The man was about to bow his head to kiss her.

With a snap, the express package was dropped on the ground by him.

Jiang Nanzhou stopped when he heard the movement outside the door.

Before he could react, a black shadow rushed towards him like a ghost in the night.

Jiang Nanzhou was pushed to the ground by Fu Chen.

Fu Chen didn't even see his face clearly, he just raised his fist and punched him.

Jiang Nanzhou was not the kind of person who would be beaten obediently.

He also fought back, kicking him away and punching him back.

The two wrestled on the ground for a while.

In the end, Fu Chen had the upper hand.

Fu Chen's fist was already stained with blood from the corner of Jiang Nanzhou's lips.

But his eyes were scarlet, with a bit of sternness.

Seems tireless and unaware of pain in the palms.

Anyway, just punch him punch after punch.

It seemed that he had made up his mind to teach Jiang Nanzhou a lesson.

Jiang Nanzhou had been punched too much at the moment, and his strength to fight back gradually disappeared, and his whole head was dizzy.

His face was bloodstained, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his eyes couldn't be opened.

In short, it is difficult to identify who the person in front of him is.

Shen Qingyu watched Fu Chen's out-of-control behavior.

She hurriedly stopped him: "Brother Fu Chen, stop beating, stop beating."

He was obviously such a gentle and warm person, but he was a little out of control at the moment, as if he had completely changed himself.

His complexion is cold.

Grim eyes.

Shot hard.

Don't listen to her dissuasion at all.

An unprecedented fear crept into her heart.

She hugged his waist tightly from behind.

The voice she spoke was trembling, fearful, and crying: "Brother Fu Chen, stop beating, stop beating, if you continue beating, people will die."

The warmth behind him, like a pool of clear water, spread from behind him to his brain and heart, completely washing away the fire of his anger.

The heartbeat stuck behind him lost its original rhythm and became chaotic.

is afraid.

is worry.

Fu Chen gradually regained his senses and came to his senses.

His throat tightened, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze suddenly.

His out-of-control behavior just now must have scared her.

She shouldn't have seen it.

Seeing that he finally stopped his out-of-control actions, Shen Qingyu immediately wanted to walk up to him and check his palms.

Fu Chen seemed to understand her intention.

He hurriedly stopped her and said, "Qingqing, turn around and don't look!"

don't look.

Don't see his hands stained with bright red blood.

Don't see his cruelty.

Shen Qingyu understood in an instant.

She didn't run to him stubbornly.

She is very good.

Obediently turned his back on him.

Don't look at him.

Fu Chen got up and stood up, curled up his fingers, and wiped away the blood on his fingers with the cloth from the corner of his clothes.

He tried very hard to erase it completely without leaving a trace.

Wipe it over and over again.

Until there is no trace at all.

But the smell of blood stained on his hands seemed impossible to erase.

Jiang Nanzhou, who was lying on the ground, snorted coldly and spat out a mouthful of blood.

With one hand on the wall, he staggered to his feet from the ground.

Seeing the wounds on Jiang Nanzhou's face, Fu Chen realized the severity of his attack just now.

But he didn't regret beating someone up.

But who made Jiang Nanzhou want to touch his Qingqing!

Before Jiang Nanzhou left, he did not forget to say a harsh word to him: "Your surname is Fu, just wait!"

After he left, Shen Qingyu closed the door again, then turned to look at him.

In her eyes, there were many complex emotions intertwined at the same time.

Seeing him being so vicious and stern when she bumped into him, Fu Chen's gloomy eyes lowered slightly, and he hid his hands behind his back.

He was in a panic at the moment.

He didn't know what he was going to do.

He dared not approach her.

He was afraid of being pushed away by her.

He was afraid that she would stay away from him.

Fu Chen was like a child who had done something wrong, obediently stuck in place, not daring to move easily, waiting for his parents to criticize him.

Shen Qingyu saw the panic and uneasiness in his eyes.

She took the initiative to approach him.

She didn't seem to have experienced or seen what happened just now, and she didn't know anything about it.

It seemed to be erased from her memory.

She never mentioned what happened just now, and looked up at him with a smile on her face: "Ah Chen, didn't you go downstairs to pick up the courier? Where are the things?"

Fu Chen probably didn't think that the first sentence she spoke was actually concerned about her courier, and he was stunned for a moment.

He stood there, stunned for a while, before he came back to his senses.

Yup!

Something?
He only remembered it belatedly.

"The things are outside the door." Fu Chen pushed the door out and picked up the express box that was left outside the door.

Shen Qingyu took out a utility knife and was about to open the express delivery when Fu Chen looked down and saw a little red blood on the wrapping cloth on her hand.

His brows were startled, he subconsciously tensed up, and asked quickly, "Is the wound on your hand open?"

Shen Qingyu looked down.

There was blood on the cloth.

It was as if the wound had opened.

But it doesn't seem to hurt that much.

Fu Chen quickly brought her to the sofa, and took out the small medicine box.

He helped her untie the wrapping, and seeing the undamaged sutures, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness.

He was overthinking.

The wound did not open.

The blood on the cloth might be the blood that accidentally got on his hands when Shen Qingyu hugged him from behind just now.

He changed her dressing again.

She quietly watched his slender white fingertips take out the cloth and wrap it round and round around her wrist.

The movements of his fingertips were so careful and gentle.

It was hard to imagine that he would be so ruthless.

Shen Qingyu could understand his impulsive loss of control just now.

She was attacked and injured yesterday.

If He Jiajun hadn't appeared in time to save her, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Today he saw her being pressed against the wall again, unable to move, almost being bullied.

He cares about her more than anyone else.

More than anyone else, he hated seeing her hurt.

He was more afraid of losing her than anyone else.

So his emotions will inevitably get out of control.

She saw that Fu Chen's knuckles were red and had scars.

She cared aloud: "Brother Fu Chen, your hand is injured, let me help you deal with it!"

He froze for a moment, hooked his lips and asked, "Will you?"

She smiled: "Brother Fu Chen, you really underestimate me!"

Just this little injury, can't she handle it well?
Shen Qingyu was helping him heal the scar on his finger when the doorbell rang.

There was only one door away, and Shen Qingyu felt inexplicably uneasy at the moment.

It seems that there is some invisible danger waiting for her outside the door...

(End of this chapter)