Teasing: Qing Leng's ex-husband lost control and kissed me

After Mr. Fu's detailed explanation, Li Yang finally understood the whole mental process of following Fu Qingyu and shrunk down to take pictures as souvenirs.

At first, when the old man heard about what happened to Li Yang, he was so filled with righteous indignation that he almost rushed out of the hospital with a cane to beat him.

In the end, it took all the strength of several doctors and nurses in the hospital to stop him.

After that, he began to hire people to follow Fu Qingyu.

Every time I saw the videos sent back by those people, Fu Qingyu had bird droppings on his head while walking, accidentally stepped into a ditch while walking, and was caught by a plastic bag blowing in the wind while walking. The bag is all over the face...

Every time this kind of content can make the old man who is being treated laugh so hard.

The doctors and nurses who were in charge of taking care of him were very worried that he would be stimulated by the videos outside, making it more difficult to recover his memory.

Unexpectedly, the old man loved watching videos of his grandson being abused so much, and every time he was happy, his condition showed signs of improvement.

As a result, fewer and fewer people were in charge of the old man, and he gradually began to let himself go.

The video content also gradually expanded from Fu Qingyu's embarrassment to all negative content related to Fu Qingyu.

His employees scolded him, the negative comments on him on the Internet, and the bad comments made by passer-by A in the interview.

There are all kinds and complete varieties.

"Yangyang, come in and take a look, you can come out of the room whenever you finish watching."

The old man dragged her to the room where he stored those videos as if offering a treasure, and happily showed the whole room of discs.

"I know that you are all wronged by that brat Fu Qingyu. But don't worry, grandpa knows, and grandpa will stand up for you in the future. Whenever he dares to be disrespectful to you, grandpa will recognize you as a younger sister."

"Ah?!" Li Yang's hand, which was just about to take a look at the disc, froze in mid-air.

However, Grandpa Fu didn't feel that his words were shocking, so he nodded solemnly:

"I know you as my younger sister. When that kid sees you in the future, he must call you 'auntie' according to his seniority. How about it? Does this idea sound good?"

When Li Yang heard about this plan, his heart was very complicated.

Back then, Mr. Fu, who was so powerful in the mall and made all his enemies change their faces, why does he look like a three-year-old now?

There are some tricks that even a three-year-old child might not like...

"Mr. Fu, I will take a closer look." She smiled, but did not answer the old man's question directly.

Fortunately, even though Mr. Fu has lost his memory, he is still a smart person.

Obedient and listening, he probably understands Li Yang's meaning, but he still seems unwilling to give up and adds:

"Yangyang, I still have many problems with my body, especially my memory. It's been half a year, and there is no sign of recovery at all. Your medical skills are so good. After you get off work, come and see me more at home."

Not long ago, he said that he would not let any woman get close to Fu Qingyu...

"Mr. Fu, I want to watch your collection of videos."

Li Yang raised a big smile, stretched out his hand, and pulled the old man to sit beside him, "You have kept so many discs in your collection, so you are not afraid that if one day Li Yang can't come back, or if she really dies, these Is it just useless work?"

"How could it be impossible to come back?" Speaking of this, Mr. Fu seemed to be thinking of something happy, and his face was all wrinkled, "With my grandpa here, Yangyang won't go far."

Li Yang looked sideways, and seeing his grandfather's sincere smile, he felt sore in his heart.

She casually took a disc that was closest to the sofa in this room, put it in the player, and at the same time opened the projection screen that was folded up on the ceiling.

The video starts, and the first screen is the surveillance screen of the study room on the second floor of the Fu family's old house.

The date and time in the lower right corner, as you can see, is 12:30 midnight on the second day after she feigned death and jumped off the building.

Fu Qingyu's beard is unshaven, his eyes are black and blue, his eyes are bloodshot, his whole face looks yellow and haggard, and he appears directly under the surveillance camera.

Most importantly, he was like a dog, squatting in the corner of the study, facing the wall—beating the wall.

There are more than a dozen wine bottles poured by his feet, including red wine, white wine and beer, everything is available.

Due to the huge amount, at first glance it is impossible to estimate how long and how much he drank.

The study wall, covered with light blue wall coverings, was gradually stained red with blood under his persistent beating.

Fu Qingyu's two seemingly hard fists were now covered in blood, full of scars.

The picture was very quiet. If she hadn't heard Fu Qingyu's flesh-made fist hitting the wall one after another, making a dull and depressing sound, she would have thought that the stereo was broken.

"In the week after you left, he was drunk like a dog every day, and then he harmed himself in the study."

Mr. Fu leaned leisurely on the cushion, not feeling at all that it was wrong to despise his own grandson so much,
"At first it looked like a pool of mud that couldn't support the wall, and then it simply degenerated into muddy water. Oh yes, for the first three days, he slept in the mud next to the pool of blood in the garden."

These shocking contents, spoken from the old man's calm mouth, seem to have become less serious.

In the dimly lit room, there was a clear line between light and dark on his side face.

"His content about self-mutilation is meaningless, let's read it with his bad luck." His tone now is more like a child, "On the sixth shelf, there are all of them, take whatever you want."

Speaking of Fu Qingyu's bad luck, the old man was excitedly gearing up.

Li Yang found the disc according to his grandfather's instructions, and after putting it out, he saw that it was Fu Qingyu who came down from the car aggressively.

The black suit all over his body made him look tall and straight, and his whole body was filled with a strong sense of oppression.

As a result, within a few steps, a magpie flew over his head, and then a large lump of white, warm, and smelly excrement fell right on top of Fu Qingyu's head.

There is also a part of the diluted content, flowing from the bangs to the face...

"Hahahaha... this brat! He deserves it! For doing so many bad things, he deserves to be hit by bird droppings every day!"

Grandpa Fu watched and even clapped his hands excitedly.

Li Yang also watched those funny content with him, but the image that emerged in his mind was still the surveillance clip just now.

The cold and lonely night, the burning alcohol, and a man like a madman.

She couldn't imagine such a delicate person as Fu Qingyu, no matter what, sleeping at the scene of a murder at night...

The scene of escaping from feigning death was planned by Li Yang himself, so he is very aware of how permeable the big pool of blood is, and how difficult it is for people to sleep, but Fu Qingyu...