He is like a delusional person

Wen Sheng is Zhu Qingjia's best friend, and the two have a life-or-death friendship that goes through mountains and fires.

She would never forget that day. After being beaten to death by her rotten gambler father, Wen Sheng stood in front of her at all costs.

If it weren't for Wen Sheng, Zhu Qingjia would have been beaten to death by that rotten gambler.

Since that time, she secretly vowed to be good to Wen Sheng for the rest of her life.

Even if Wen Sheng wanted to kill someone, Zhu Qingjia would stand behind her and sharpen a knife and hand it to her; if she wanted to set a fire, Zhu Qingjia would buy her gasoline and a lighter without hesitation.

As Jiang Shifang said, they are better than biological sisters if they are not biological sisters. A steely revolutionary friendship, the kind that can cut each other's sides.

Whenever someone dares to hurt Wen Sheng, Zhu Qingjia will always be the first to stand up for her.

Because of this, Zhu Qingjia was in such pain after knowing all the truth. She had trouble sleeping all night last night, and it felt like a hooked dagger was stuck in her chest, spinning and causing blood and flesh to smear.

She robbed everything that originally belonged to Wen Sheng, the favor of her father and brother, the rich and worry-free life, and what should have been a bright future.

While Zhu Qingjia was enjoying the favor and favorable environment of the Jiang family, her good sisters were burdened with high debts and worked day and night to pay off the debts.

She didn't have to suffer these pains!

She could have had a better and more comfortable life——

"Sister Sheng, I'm sorry - I'm sorry for you!" Zhu Qingjia's hands tightly grabbed Wen Sheng's arms, her voice was so choked that she couldn't say the next sentence.

Wen Sheng had been friends for many years, and it was the first time that Wen Sheng saw Zhu Qingjia in such pain and entanglement, and was a little scared.

Although she is noisy and fiery on weekdays, she is very sensitive and not unreasonable.

If his guess was correct, Zhu Qingjia should have something hidden in her heart.

What was it that made her so uncomfortable that she resorted to drinking to drown her sorrows?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that since the phone call last night, Zhu Qingjia has been saying sorry to Wen Sheng. Hesitating to speak and hesitating, this is not her style at all.

Also, she just said that she had snatched away Wen Sheng's father and brother, which made her very confused.

Wen Tingshu has left, and Wen Sheng is an only child without an older brother.

No, if Zhou Yuhuai was one, why did Zhu Qingjia say he was snatched away? Aren't they incompatible?

Is it all the fault of alcohol? If you drink too much, your brain will be weak and you will easily talk nonsense.

Well, Zhu Qingjia couldn't find anything out of her mouth even when she was so drunk. It would be better to wait until she sobered up tomorrow and then ask her questions.

Wen Sheng raised his hand and touched Zhu Qingjia's cheeks that were flushed by the north wind, and comforted him softly, "Jiajia, you drank too much. I will find you some hangover medicine when you get home. Take the medicine and sleep and wake up tomorrow. It will be fine.”

"When I got the call from the police today, I almost had a heart attack. Next time, don't go drinking alone. Ask me to accompany you if you need anything."

"I drank too much and started talking nonsense again. If Brother Shifang finds out, I should laugh at you." Wen Sheng shook his head helplessly.

"Sister Sheng, I'm not drunk, I-" Zhu Qingjia wanted to explain, but was interrupted again.

Wen Sheng helped Zhu Qingjia adjust the zipper of her down jacket, pinched her cheek and said with a smile, "Okay, can you get up by yourself? I see that Dr. Xu's waist doesn't seem to be in good condition, so let me help you get in the car. Come on early." Go home, take a shower and sleep, and leave today’s affairs to me.”

Zhu Qingjia shook her head dully, her tongues fighting, "Sister Sheng, I'm not drunk!"

Drunk people will insist that they are not drunk.

"Get up quickly. It's easy to catch a cold while sitting on the roadside in the middle of the night." Wen Sheng didn't know where the strength came from, grabbed Zhu Qingjia's arm and pulled her up from the ground. She did not forget to pat the dust on Zhu Qingjia's coat and muttered, "It's so cold, don't wear short skirts next time. Fu Yanlin said that if you expose your knees in winter, you will get cold legs as you get older."

"Sister Sheng——"

"Don't worry, I will watch over you if the sky falls. Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a series of curses coming from behind, "This damn bitch opened my head. She even came out to do it. Why are you building a chastity memorial? If I don't kill you today, I will go back to the countryside tomorrow." Go farm!"

There was no one on the street, but the man's voice was extremely loud and harsh. His head was wrapped in gauze and a net bag, and half of his cheeks were swollen, making him look very funny.

Behind him stood a tall, thin man who looked like a follower.

"Brother, let me vent your anger for you!"

The little follower took a step forward and looked at Wen Sheng with a leering look, his expression was particularly vulgar, "This girl is quite good, why don't you take them back first and settle the score slowly?"

This is the entrance of the police station, so it's not convenient to do anything.

"Go, get them into the car!" The man gave the order, and the little follower rushed forward impatiently.

Wen Sheng's eyes darkened, and he raised his voice in front of Zhu Qingjia, "This is the police station, what do you want to do?"

"Didn't you hear my brother say, take you back to play? Don't worry, brother, I know how to love beautiful women the most. Both sisters come together. As long as you serve me happily, I may beg for mercy for you tonight." The little follower Mi Mi Narrowing his eyes, he stretched out his hand to pull Wen Sheng's arm.

Just when his fingertips were about to touch Wen Sheng's clothes, an arm suddenly stretched out between the two of them.

It's Fu Yanlin.

Under the dim street light, he held the man's wrist expressionlessly and slowly rotated it. Accompanied by the sound was the sound of an arm being dislocated.

The little follower's face turned livid, and before he could scream, Fu Yanlin kicked him on the telephone pole.

The footwork is crisp and neat, without half a second of hesitation.

"Want to play? Okay, I'll play with you for a while." Fu Yanlin took off his suit jacket and threw it aside, then stepped forward and kicked the little follower in the abdomen.

He almost spit out a mouthful of blood, his expression was extremely painful, "This - this is the police station, what do you want to do?"

Fu Yanlin stared sternly at the man who was trying to belittle Wen Sheng, his eyes full of anger, "I'll kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked the little follower in the thigh with another heavy flying kick.

The little follower felt that his thigh bones were about to crack, his face turned pale in an instant, and he immediately looked at the man aside, "Brother--help me!"

"I'm here tonight, but I can't save you!" After Fu Yanlin finished speaking, he raised his fist and hit the little follower in the face.

Punch after punch, almost to death.

Wen Sheng was frightened and hurriedly said to stop him, "Fu Yanlin, stop, you will beat him to death!"

At this time, Fu Yanlin was still able to listen and persuade. He only knew that he had left for only a minute, and when he drove back, he saw this bastard who was not afraid of death molesting his wife in the street.

How can we resolve our hatred without killing him?