Black-bellied husband, don't be too bad

Chapter 203 You just wait for death in prison
Shen Zekai was still under investigation, but no one released him on bail. The Shen family seemed to have given up on him, because he was so mad that he even killed his own brother for that little share.

Shen Mubai was taken abroad by Mrs. Shen for treatment, and the tissue was still in a coma.

The rate at which the Shen family lost was getting worse day by day.

In the interrogation room, when Shen Zekai was brought out, seeing Fu Heng sitting there quietly, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.

After all these years in shopping malls, Shen Zekai didn't avoid Fu Heng's contemptuous and even cold eyes, and sat down on the chair directly, with a hint of coldness on his lips: "Come and see my joke?"

Fu Heng pulled his chair away and sat down opposite him: "I've read too many of your jokes, I'm not interested in watching them again."

He crossed his hands, propped his elbows on the table, and locked his eyes firmly on Shen Zekai: "I'm here to check something with you!"

"Do you think I'll tell you?" Shen Zekai's eyes were cold and cold, and his attitude was extremely uncooperative. The accumulated crimes on him now are more than enough to kill him a hundred times.

Not to mention that he carried two lives on his body, plus kidnapping, paying for murder, and economic crimes, or it is not a pity to die [-] times.

In addition, the Shen family had completely given up on him, and Shen Ting was completely disappointed in him, so Shen Zekai would either be sentenced to death, or spend his whole life in prison.

Fu Heng smiled lightly: "Of course you won't tell me."

He took a small recording player, turned it on, and played the recording that Cheng Yuan had listened to him that day.

Simply put, there were only Fu Heng and Shen Zekai in the interrogation room, and no one else.

After Shen Zekai listened to this recording, his expression changed immediately. He suddenly jumped up and stood up from the chair, but the shackles prevented him from making the next move.

Fu Heng turned off the recording, and said coldly, "You said that?"

A look of cruelty flashed in Shen Zekai's eyes. He sat down and sneered: "It's just a joke, but he took it seriously. I didn't expect it either!"

"Are you kidding?" Fu Heng's voice became colder and deeper: "How do you have the face to say that?"

He took out a document and threw it at Shen Zekai's face: "This is the account between you and Chu Tianhua. After he died, all these funds will be wiped out. He asked you for help before, but you refused, forcing him to go to court. After the end of the road, I told him that if he died, he would be settled, heh, dare you say that you didn't mean it?"

Shen Zekai closed his eyes and didn't look at it, but said indifferently: "I drove him to a dead end?" His eyes were full of mockery: "You left me completely so quickly, why, your wife ran away, I don't forgive you You are right!"

Fu Heng's anger was originally accumulated in his heart, but when he heard this, his anger was immediately ignited. He stood up suddenly, put his hands on the table, and leaned forward: "This was originally a struggle between me and you. But since it is a struggle, it will inevitably involve other people, I am indeed very guilty about Chu Tianhua's matter, but you, let him die directly, so, you deserve what you are doing now, do you know?"

"I deserve what I deserve, hahaha, yes, winners and losers, if I lose, I deserve what I deserve, and if you win, it means justice and morality."

Fu Heng was not annoyed, and looked at him lightly: "Do you know who gave me the recording?"

Looking at Shen Zekai's decadent but still unwilling to be mocked face, he smiled: "Your most sincere secretary, by the way, I heard that she is still pregnant!"

Shen Zekai's eyes widened suddenly: "What did you say?"

"She said that you have done a lot of wrong things, and you don't want retribution to come to your child, so..." Fu Heng pursed his lips, smiling coldly: "She hopes that you will behave well and strive for a reduced sentence."

Shen Zekai's face suddenly became confused and uneasy.

Fu Heng sat down again, turned the watch in his hand, and said casually: "You can weigh it yourself."

Shen Zekai lowered his head, thought for a long time, and then slowly opened his mouth: "Yes, that's right, I let him jump off the building, and it's over once and for all, hahaha, you said he owes hundreds of millions, what else can he do if he doesn't die, living is not only a drag I still drag my children down, he is a sensible person."

Fu Heng didn't speak, just quietly listening to him.

The light in the interrogation room was very dim, and Shen Zekai's bewildered face was even more indescribably dull. He laughed aloud, sarcastically and contemptuously: "I said you should be cruel to yourself, and don't worry about other things. If you help me solve it, he will die obediently, hahaha, if I had been more obedient before, I wouldn’t have ended up like this!”

After that, he sighed again, "Hey, it's good to die. Not only is it easy for me, but it also saves me a lot of trouble."

Fu Heng has been listening to him expressionlessly, listening to him mocking Chu Tianhua in a contemptuous and cold tone.

It's just that no one noticed that his fists at his side had been quietly clenched.

Shen Zekai was still talking to himself, "I'm doing a good deed to help him out!"

As soon as the words fell, Fu Heng stood up and punched him in the face. Unexpectedly, Shen Zekai was immediately lifted to the ground.

Ever since he came in, Fu Heng hadn't seen him all this time. He came to see him today just to prove something. Obviously, Shen Zekai had already pissed him off.

He kicked Shen Zekai's chest. The Italian handmade leather shoes were hard, and Shen Zekai's heart suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Fu Heng sneered coldly: "Originally, I didn't want to take your life, but you really owe a lesson." He knelt down and grabbed Shen Zekai by the collar: "You owe me a few debts. Human life is clear in my heart."

Shen Zekai only felt his throat was sweet and greasy, as if blood was rushing up.

"But don't worry, I won't take your life, you just wait to die in prison!"

After speaking, he stood up and kicked Shen Zekai's hand aside.

When he walked out of the interrogation room, Cheng Yuan stood outside and waited for him. Seeing him coming out with a serious expression on his face, he couldn't help asking: "President, have you...made a move?"

Fu Heng moved his wrist: "Find some people to take good care of him!"

Cheng Yuan nodded: "Okay, I understand."

Fu Heng looked up at the pitch-black sky, and suddenly said, "Do you think I should tell her about it?"

Cheng Yuan didn't understand who he was referring to at first, but when he realized it, he frowned and thought for a while and said, "Ma'am, she also has the right to know the truth, and she seems to have misunderstood you for a long time."

Fu Heng shook his head: "Anyway, it still has something to do with me."

Cheng Yuan comforted: "Struggles in shopping malls have always been ruthless, not to mention that you didn't do it on purpose, Shen Zekai is the culprit!" After a pause, he continued: "Talk to Madam well, maybe she will change her mind .”

Change your mind?

Fu Heng smiled indifferently, and what she said was still echoing in his mind: Do you think these are the only problems between us?
He glanced forward, and his voice was ethereal: "Go back!"

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Since Chu Ci moved to a new home, she has been closer to the company. She can sleep until eight o'clock every day before getting up for breakfast, and it takes two subway stops to get to the company.

The new home is pretty good, except for the lack of hot water supply and the decoration is a bit shabby, there are no major problems.

It's not that Chu Ci hasn't lived a poor life. At most, she's poorly dressed and poorly fed. She hasn't thought much about other issues yet.

Today, I want to conduct an exclusive interview with several leading actresses of the crew of "The Love of Jinling", but the sweet manager finally compromised and moved the schedule out.

So when Wen Xin saw Chu Ci in the background, surprise was written all over her delicately made-up face.

Chu Ci is very calm. The name she uses in the magazine is Chu Chu, the content editor, so it's normal for Wen Xin not to know it's her.

She looked at the time: "The interview starts at three o'clock, Miss Wen, go to the backstage first and let the makeup artist do a styling for you to get ready."

Yu Wanwan who came together this time, the two belong to the same agency, probably the relationship between the seniors

The interview started at [-] o'clock, so Wen Xin and Yu Wanwan were temporarily doing styling in the background.

Wen Xin and Yu Wanwan have always been at odds, and it's not groundless. Indeed, Wen Xin hates Yu Wanwan not only because of her face, but also her seemingly innocent but surly character, which is really annoying.

But Wen Xin is a senior, so she can't give her face on the surface.

While the stylist and makeup artist were styling Wen Xin, Yu Wanwan was waiting by the side.

Wenxin glanced at her, and a slight sneer flashed in her eyes: "Wanwan, you are sitting there, my coffee is a bit cold, can you make me another cup of coffee?"

Yu Wanwan sat up from the chair suddenly, and asked with patience, "I'm afraid that my manager won't be able to find me later, by the way, where is Sister Mei?"

"Su Mei is communicating with the advertising department. Do you have an agent? I forgot." Looking at herself in the mirror, Wen Xin slowly showed coldness on her face: "If you don't want to, then forget it." .”

Wen Xin touched her hand for a while and said, "When I played a supporting role before, I ran a lot to buy coffee. Although you played a supporting role in this drama, the next one might be the protagonist, right?"

Yu Wanwan gritted her teeth, not daring to offend Wen Xin, she forced a smile: "Okay, wait for me to make coffee."

While making coffee, she thought, Wenxin, you are lucky enough to have climbed the big tree of Mu Xiuchen. It is nice to say that you have made it to this day through your own efforts, but you wait. Someday I'll let you make my coffee too.

Yu Wanwan made the coffee, and then walked carefully in front of Wen Xin with the cup in her hand. When she first approached, she didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. direction.

But she didn't.

The hot coffee poured all over Wen Xin's chest.

(End of this chapter)