Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 1217 If Sheng Mian Dies
Sang Ting'an's pupils shrank fiercely, and his whole body was filled with tyranny.

"Fu Yancheng!!"

Fu Yancheng's face was very quiet, and his tone was cold and almost heartless.

"Answer after you think about it. As I said, I don't have much patience. If Sheng Mian dies, none of you will survive."

As soon as these words came out, the scene fell into silence.

Several cars stopped behind Fu Yancheng's car, and Xie Feng, Sang Qi, and some professionally trained bodyguards got off.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Xie Feng immediately advised: "Yancheng, calm down first."

But Fu Yancheng didn't listen to anyone's words, he just looked at Sangjiu.

"Where is Shengmian?"

Sang Ting'an was also a little anxious. Others might be joking when they said that crazy thing, but if Fu Yancheng said it, he must be serious.

If Sheng Mian died, none of the people present would be able to live.

Fu Yancheng was obviously a little crazy.

"Xiao Jiu, tell him where Sheng Mian is, don't mess around, or no one will be able to save you."

Sang Jiu's shoulders were all shot through, with a bullet on one side, she was in so much pain that she wanted to scream.

But the black muzzle was aimed at her temple again, as if as long as she said one more nonsense, she would explain it here.

"Big brother! Big brother, help! Second brother, second brother, woo woo woo, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

Sang Ting'an took a deep breath and comforted her, "Did you take Sheng Mian away?"

Sang Jiu didn't dare to hide anymore, and pointed not far away with trembling fingers.

"In the basement, she's in the basement, don't kill me, please don't kill me!"

Seeing her like this, Sang Ting'an only felt uncomfortable, and there was a trace of hatred in his eyes.

He must make Fu Yancheng pay the price.

Fu Yancheng did not let her go, but held her back by the collar with one hand, and walked directly in the direction of her finger.

Sang Jiu had never been treated this way in his life. His clothes were rubbing against the ground, and he felt pain all over his body.

"It hurts, it hurts, let me go, let me go!"

Sang Ting'an followed behind, his face already ugly.

Sang Qi and Xie Feng hurriedly followed, both afraid that something might happen tonight.

When Fu Yancheng came to the entrance of the basement, after a heavy rain, the bloodstains on the grass had disappeared, but the bloodstains on the indoor steps were still there, a large area, on every step, shocking.

Fu Yancheng's whole body was stiff, and he could only feel the blood stains reflected in his pupils, which turned the color of blood.

He grabbed Sangju and pushed her down the stairs.

"what!!"

Sang Jiu let out a scream and fell to the bottom.

Sang Tingan was so angry that he also drew his gun and was about to shoot at Fu Yancheng.

Sang Qi hastily stopped him.

"Brother, calm down too."

Sang Tingyan pushed him away.

"Calm down, watch Xiaojiu being killed by him?"

But Fu Yancheng didn't seem to hear their conversation, he walked down the stairs with great strides.

No shadow of Shengmian, nowhere.

There were sporadic bloodstains everywhere, and when he remembered that it was Sheng Mian's blood, he wished he could kill Sang Jiu directly.

Sang Jiu didn't faint yet, curled up aside, only feeling scared.

She has been crying, but under this strong fear, the crying is trembling.

Fu Yancheng grabbed her by the back collar and dragged her up the stairs.

In his eyes, Sang Jiu was not a person at all, but a dead thing.

Sang Tingyan panted heavily and pulled the trigger.

But the bullet landed on Sang Jiu's thigh.

Fu Yancheng was so mad that he used mulberry wine to block bullets.

Sang Jiu screamed again and completely passed out.

(End of this chapter)