He is like a delusional person

Chapter 10 The person he wants

"Every time I touch her, she feels nauseous and vomits. The psychiatrist said she has this problem and shouldn't worry."

Jiang Yukuo felt that Fu Yanlin's smile was somewhat gloating, more like ridicule and pride.

Who can feel better when something like this happens?

Jiang Yukuo's tone was very aggrieved, "I'm a normal man, how can I have no needs? Who can bear it after holding it in for more than a year without being kissed or slept with?"

"So you went to fuck her roommate?"

"I'm not a monk!" Jiang Yukuo said angrily with a stern face, "Besides, her roommate and I were just playing around, huh... damn, she found a wild man to fuck with just after we broke up, she was so cold What a fool! Aren’t you just trying to whet my appetite?”

When he thought of the voice he heard at the door of Wen Sheng's room, Jiang Yukuo's inner anger intensified.

Wen Sheng's thin voice was a huge blow to his manly dignity.

"Are you feeling aggrieved?" Fu Yanlin sneered, "The scumbag has not done enough, and you still want to be a beast?"

"I feel wronged! Uncle, you said it was your fault, aren't you angry?" Jiang Yukuo didn't dare to talk back. Fu Yanlin could only endure Fu Yanlin calling him a beast.

Who told him he couldn't afford to offend him?Even if Fu Yanlin is only two years older than him, he is still his brother-in-law, and seniority matters here.

"Don't be angry." Fu Yanlin exhaled a puff of smoke, rolled up his sleeves slowly and said expressionlessly, "I'm not as shameless as you."

"..." Jiang Yukuo was so indignant that he opened his mouth to spit out, "If I had known, I would have gone hard on you! She just owes..."

Before Jiang Yu finished speaking, his vision suddenly went dark and he screamed in pain.

Fu Yanlin hit his face with a fist, then held the cigarette holder with a look of cold disgust on his face, "How did the Jiang family raise such a bastard like you? Huh?"

Jiang Yukuo was stunned by the sudden punch. He was completely confused. He stared at Fu Yanlin angrily and dared not speak, "Uncle, why are you hitting me!"

Fu Yanlin threw another fist at him, "I don't have the ability to watch people, so you mess with my affairs?" "..."

"Are you aggrieved by beating you?"

Only then did Jiang Yukuo understand that Fu Yanlin had gone downstairs in anger. Maybe when he called just now, Fu Yanlin was on the verge of death. He was dissatisfied with his good deeds being interrupted, so he went downstairs to settle the score with Jiang Yukuo.

Jiang Yukuo considers himself unlucky. If he were placed in Jiangzhou, who would dare to touch a hair on his head?It’s just that Fu Yanlin is a demon king. He can’t afford to offend him. He had to swallow his anger even after being punched twice. He also had to be humiliated by Fu Yanlin. “Do you look like a man?”

Before Jiang Yukuo could answer, Fu Yanlin threw away his cigarette butt and turned towards the hotel parking lot.

Only then did Jiang Yukuo remember the important things that came to Qingzhou this time, and shouted to Fu Yanlin's back, "Uncle, grandpa asked me to take you back! His old man will celebrate his [-]th birthday next month, and you can't miss it!"

If his family hadn't asked him to come to Qingzhou to deliver a message to Fu Yanlin, he would have to go back and show his face on the old man's birthday next month, so that Jiang Yukuo wouldn't come to Qingzhou to suffer.However, if he hadn't come, he wouldn't have thought of talking to Wen Sheng on the way, let alone found out that Wen Sheng was messing around with the man.

Fu Yanlin didn't care about him. After getting into the car, he impatiently lit a cigarette.

Tonight in Cheongju, the moon is bright, the stars are sparse, and the air is fresh.Ganglan District is not a prosperous area in Cheongju. The streets at this point are already sparsely populated, and the streets are blown by the breeze, looking like they have been quiet for a long time.

Fu Yanlin leaned on the back of the cab chair, holding a cigarette at an angle. Wen Sheng's clean little face and those indifferent deer eyes flashed in his mind.Wen Sheng's words, cold to the core, echoed in his ears: Get lost.

After blowing out a puff of white smoke, Fu Yanlin took out his cell phone and sent a text message to an unmarked number.

"You dissatisfied me."

If he wants something or someone, he must get it.

Never miss.

(End of this chapter)