shock!The big guy took the miniature version of Master Fu on a blind date again

Chapter 547 Master Fu was injured to save his daughter
"Stop talking nonsense and kneel to me!"

Before Fu Junyu could finish speaking, Song Yinghui interrupted him in anger.

Seeing this, Fu Junyu didn't say any more words that easily angered Song Yinghui, but just said: "I kneel."

While speaking, Fu Junyu adjusted his position so that the direction where he was kneeling was facing Song Yinghui.

Seeing Fu Junyu's movements, Song Yinghui was very vigilant, "I warn you not to play tricks, the knife in my hand doesn't have eyes. If I can't control my strength well, your precious daughter's delicate skin will be left behind." Permanent scars, I can't guarantee whether her fresh life will be lost!"

If a five-year-old child heard such words, he would definitely yell and struggle in fright.

But Song Suisui was not. She was very quiet, calm, and rational throughout the whole process, not at all like a five-year-old child.

She just looked at Fu Junyu, the father and daughter obviously didn't speak, but just by making eye contact, she understood the message Fu Junyu was sending her.

Although Song Suisui's smart IQ is inherited from his parents, he is better than blue.

When Song Yinghui was still immersed in the complacency of controlling Fu Junyu, Fu Junyu and Song Suisui already had plans for him.Calmly, it was going on right under his nose.

Seeing that Fu Junyu still hadn't acted, Song Yinghui lost his patience, and said in a violent tone: "Count, hurry up and kneel."

Fu Junyu glanced at Song Yinghui, and then at Song Suisui who was held hostage in his arms. He bent one knee and was about to kneel down. Song Yinghui was so proud that he couldn't control the expression on his face. face.

Suddenly, a burst of bright light dazzled the eyes, and Song Yinghui subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it.

Just at the very moment, Song Suisui pushed away the knife on Song Yinghui's neck with both hands, and broke free from his arms. Fu Junyu, who was fully prepared, ran forward to catch the falling Song every year.

Song Yinghui reacted, turned into anger from embarrassment, and raised the knife in his hand to chop off at Song Suisui.

Fu Junyu directly stretched out his hand to protect Song Suisui in his arms, and his arm resisted the knife that Song Yinghui chopped down.

At this moment, Fu Junyu kicked Song Yinghui's stomach, and the latter staggered and fell to the ground with his feet on his back.

And that knife was still embedded in Fu Junyu's flesh, deep into the bone.

Song Suisui saw this scene as soon as he turned his head, his little face turned pale, "Dadbi..."

Fu Junyu put Song Suisui on the ground, kissed her forehead and said softly, "Go to my brother."

Song Suisui nodded, then obediently turned and ran towards Fu Yanqing.

And Fu Junyu had already stood up, and came to Song Yinghui in a few steps. He turned his head and looked at the knife embedded in his arm.

The knuckled hand pulled out the knife, and blood gushed out immediately.

Stepping on Song Yinghui's neck, Fu Junyu looked back at Song Suisui who ran to Fu Yanqing's side, and the gentle voice sounded again: "Cover your glasses and don't peek. You can't open your eyes until Dad says it's okay. .”

Song Suisui Fu Yanqing nodded obediently, holding his eyes tightly with his little hands.

And Fu Junyu picked up the cloth on the side, squatted down slowly, and stuffed all the cloth into Song Yinghui's mouth with a brutal movement, then raised the knife in his hand and began to baptize Song Yinghui with blood.

The pain spread all over the body, Song Yinghui's whole body was cramped with pain, and the pupil of the only remaining eye was wide open.

Xu Shi was in too much pain, his face turned pale from the pain, he was sweating profusely, and his veins were bulging.

What's even more exaggerated is that he directly peed from the pain in his ass, and there was a fishy smell in the air.

……

After a long time, when Fu Junyu stood up, the knife in his hand was dripping with blood.

Behind him, Song Yinghui was still hanging on his breath, but he was already a cripple to the letter.

(End of this chapter)