he is overly partial

Chapter 76 Stay away from her
Shen Qingyu was a little scared at the moment, not daring to look him directly in the eyes.

Cold sweat began to break out on her forehead, her face was bleak, and her overall condition was not very good.

The alcohol was gradually rolling in her stomach, as if something sharp was piercing her stomach continuously, causing bursts of pain involuntarily.

The pain became more and more intense, causing her to shiver uncontrollably, bending over and curling up.

The whole person was exhausted and weak, as if half of his soul had been taken away, he was muddled and unconscious.

Jiang Nanzhou noticed the strange change in her, temporarily retracted his anger, and quickly asked, "Qingqing, what's wrong with you?"

Even now, Shen Qingyu just curled up silently, clutching her stomach, biting her lip, enduring the pain, without making a sound.

He could see that she was clearly in distress, but the woman still refused to talk to him.

Would you refuse to say even such distant and indifferent words as "I'm not feeling well, please take me to the hospital"?

The anger that had been suppressed just now surged again.

Jiang Nanzhou was furious, and suddenly raised his hand to pinch her chin, forcing her to only look into his eyes, with a cold arc on the corner of her lips:

"Shen Qingyu, please beg me! Please beg me, and I will send you to the hospital."

He is like a king who holds the power of life and death, waiting for his woman to subdue obediently.

But Shen Qingyu just glanced at him with an extremely disgusted look: "Jiang Nanzhou, you...you are only going to make me...make me hate you even more."

Her condition is getting worse and worse, and she has no strength to speak.

The words that come out are intermittent and weak.

Every word that could be said was like a dagger quenched by ice, piercing his heart veins time and time again, the chill pierced his bones, and there was unprecedented piercing pain.

Jiang Nanzhou tugged at the corner of his lips, and his words became pale at the moment: "Qingqing, do you have to hurt me like this?"

Shen Qingyu's consciousness gradually blurred, and the figure in front of her eyes also became blurred.

She could only vaguely see his mouth moving, but she could no longer hear what he was saying.

Her body fell, and her head hit the glass window of the car door.

……

hospital.

Shen Qingyu was lying on the hospital bed, her face was pale.

Jiang Nanzhou sat by the hospital bed and looked at her quietly.

Only at this time, he couldn't see the disgust for him in her eyes.

It was only at this time that she could obediently stay by his side.

He has never been so out of control and crazy like today.

So out of control that he didn't even realize he was hurting her.

Shen Qingyu,
I'm trying desperately to keep you in my world.

You are desperately trying to escape from my world.

It's ridiculous.

I, Jiang Nanzhou, actually have a woman I can't keep.

There was a sudden vibration in the messenger bag on the bedside table.

Jiang Nanzhou took out her mobile phone from her bag.

He entered the password.

But unlocking failed.

Shen Qingyu has already changed the password.

It's not their anniversary anymore.

It may have been replaced by her and her new boyfriend's love anniversary!
He reached out and squeezed Shen Qingyu's right index finger, and pressed it on the fingerprint recognition on the back of the phone.

Unlocked successfully!

He clicked on the WeChat interface.

The top one is the head of a little turtle.

A WeChat user with the note "Brother Fu Chen" sent a message - [Qingqing, are you home yet? 】

Fu Chen?

Is this her new boyfriend?
Fu Chen?

Shen Qingyu seemed to have mentioned this name to him before.

It should be the brother next door who has studied medicine abroad for many years, right?
That person has returned home?

When did the two of them get together?

Jiang Nanzhou's face darkened, and a dangerous undercurrent was quietly set off in his eyes.

He sent the location information, and by the way, also sent Fu Chen the ward number where he was hospitalized.

At this moment, he is like a spy hiding in the dark, secretly flipping through the chat content between her and Fu Chen on WeChat.

Sentences of intimate and ambiguous words, and emojis showing love wildly, burned his eyes like a fierce light.

He could even feel the state of Shen Qingyu falling in love.

That state is relaxed, comfortable, happy, and happy.

The state with him is completely different.

Before Jiang Nanzhou had read all the chat records, Fu Chen hurried over.

After he parked the car in the underground garage of the hospital, he almost ran all the way here.

When he came in, he looked tense and was still panting.

Jiang Nanzhou turned around slowly, looked up at him, then quietly turned off the screen of the phone, and put it on the bedside table.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, his expression was indifferent, and his tone was cold: "You are Fu Chen, right?"

Compared to his calmness and composure, when Fu Chen saw Shen Qingyu with a pale face on the hospital bed, he immediately became anxious.

He rushed up abruptly, grabbed Jiang Nanzhou's collar with both hands, and said angrily, "What did you do to Qingqing? Why is she in the hospital?"

Jiang Nanzhou didn't have the slightest timidity, his eyes were cold, showing a bit of disdain: "It seems that you care about her very much! You like her, don't you?"

"This has nothing to do with you! I warn you, stay away from her in the future."

Fu Chen's face was sullen, and a dark aura erupted around him. He let go of his palm and pushed him back.

Jiang Nanzhou took two steps back, raised his hand again, straightened his collar calmly, and looked very graceful: "I heard you mentioned clearly, you are a medical student, right? Being a doctor, saving lives and healing the wounded, is very great .”

He paused for a second, glanced at the designer bag on the bedside table, then gave a low laugh with disdain, and said sarcastically——

"But do you know? A random bag in Qingqing's hand is equivalent to your monthly salary. With your little money, can you support her? Can you give her happiness?"

What Jiang Nanzhou said was right.

As an actor, Shen Qingyu's advertising fee alone and the salary of a movie are enough to cover half of his lifetime salary.

But, did he think he could stimulate Fu Chen by saying so?
Happiness is not measured by money.

A person like Jiang Nanzhou, who has no worries about food and clothing, plays games in the world, is surrounded by women, enjoys the dignity of being high above him, has never experienced the ups and downs of life, and will never understand.

Fu Chen said with a straight face: "Qingqing has her own career, she has the ability to survive, she can support herself, and she doesn't need to rely on men to support her."

Jiang Nanzhou narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded.

Yes.

It's also quite reasonable.

He evoked a playful smile and continued to taunt: "Yes, she doesn't need to rely on a man to support her. But what about you? You're just living on soft food and relying on her to support you, right?"

In Jiang Nanzhou's eyes, Fu Chen was not worthy of Shen Qingyu at all.

The only thing, at most, is that only that face can attract women.

Fu Chen was enraged by his mocking words, and the irritability and anger suppressed in his heart surged up instantly.

His eyes were low and cold, and he clenched his fists and was about to swing at Jiang Nanzhou.
(End of this chapter)