Cute Baby: Her Scum Husband

Fu Qianchen knows that a man who has been imprisoned at home for so long has not been found. He must have certain anti reconnaissance ability. Although Fu Qianchen didn't say it clearly just now, he probably guessed Fu Qianchen's real intention, so the people in the cage were taken away by him.

The yard is not big. You can see everything at a glance, but there are three old bungalows in the yard, one of which is still on.

Fu Qianchen didn't care whether the room with the light on was singing empty city stratagem or not. He went straight to the room with a watermelon knife. To his surprise, the man was actually holding a man with long hair.

"If you come here again, I'll kill her!" The man was holding a fruit knife in his hand. The knife was not big, but it was sharp enough. In addition, the person he caught didn't know how many times he had cut it with a knife, and his whole body was covered with blood.

"Xinyan..." Fu Qianchen called tentatively.

In terms of body shape, she does look like Zuo Xinyan, but she is wearing a very dirty men's jeans, and her hair is much shorter than Zuo Xinyan's.

But after Fu Qianchen's voice fell, the man who had been held in his arms suddenly struggled. She looked up at Fu Qianchen, and the voice of "Gudong Gudong" came from her throat, but she couldn't speak.

Her face... If it can be regarded as a human face, I can't see what it used to be, but Fu Qianchen's reaction shows that she is indeed Zuo Xinyan.

"Do you know each other?" The corner of the man's mouth stirred up a ferocious smile, in front of Fu Qianchen's face, raised his foot and hit Zuo Xinyan's stomach.

He must have great strength. Zuo Xinyan's eyes suddenly widened and soon fainted.

"Asshole!" Fu Qianchen wants to rush over angrily, but the man immediately increases the strength of his hand. Blood gushes out along Zuo Xinyan's neck, and the bright red of the dark red rolls onto the jeans. Only then does Fu Qianchen know why the jeans look so dirty

It's not dirty, it's dry blood!

"You can come and have a try!" The man said with a smile, "anyway, it's not the first time that I've killed anyone. It doesn't make any difference to have one more and one less!"

When he said this, fresh blood splashed on his white face, and two extreme visual effects mixed together, which made his change / state rise several degrees.

"What do you have to do to let her go?" Fu Qianchen stares at the man and tries to calm down and negotiate with him.

This time can't come hard, if irritated the man, only afraid of Zuo Xinyan's life.

"I want a car!" The man stares at Fu Qianchen, the action on the hand is not lax at all.

"OK, here you are." Fu Qianchen reached out and took out the key to the car and threw it to the man. "The car is parked next to the first suspension bridge. You can know which one it is by pressing the key to get off there."

"Good." Man's expression management is very good, but his slightly relieved expression still fell into Fu Qianchen's eyes.

"Back up!" The man murmured.

"Good." Fu Qianchen threw the watermelon knife to one side. It's quite far away. The man wants to restrain Zuo Xinyan who fainted and go out. He has no extra energy to pick up the watermelon knife.

"Hands up!"

"Good." Fu Qianchen raised his hands to make a surrender, and retreated little by little. When he retreated to the door, he found Qiao Yumeng hiding at the door with a stick.

Even though he was worried and nervous, the expression on his face did not change at all. At this moment, Fu Qianchen was very glad that he had been used to covering up his emotions since he was a child.

Naturally, the man was worried that Fu Qianchen had help, so he hesitated at the door and deliberately said, "come out! I see you

Fu Qianchen didn't make a sound to look at the man, Qiao Yumeng was stunned for a while, still planned to gamble.

After waiting for several seconds, there was no one. The man pushed Zuo Xinyan out. At the moment when he stepped out of the threshold, a stick suddenly hit him hard on the arm.

"Well He was beaten and groaned, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground. Before he could react, Fu Qianchen's fist fell on his face.

From the moment he saw Zuo Xinyan's tragedy, Fu Qianchen wanted to do it, so he had a lot of strength. With one fist, the man's nose bone was broken.

The nosebleed gushed out from his nose. Before it fell to the ground, Qiao Yumeng's stick hit him in the leg.

The man kneels to the ground uncontrollably. Fu Qianchen raises his foot and kicks him in the face. With a bang, the man only feels that everything in front of him is blurred. He subconsciously wants to shake his head, but Qiao Yumeng's stick falls down again."Wait a minute!" Fu Qianchen grabs Qiao Yumeng's hand. The place Qiao Yumeng hits is the man's temple. Maybe he will die.

Such a person, directly to his life, too cheap for him!

Qiao Yumeng bit his teeth and kicked the man in the face.

After several heavy blows, the man completely passed out.

Seeing that he fell to the ground, Qiao Yumeng went to see Zuo Xinyan. He opened his hair and saw her bloody face. Qiao Yumeng almost burst out crying.

Fu Qianchen glanced at Zuo Xinyan in a hurry. He couldn't bear to look at her again. In the short three days, no one knew what happened to her.

Fu Qianchen was about to call Zhou Zhen when they arrived.

"The man has been found." Fu Qianchen looks at Zuo Muye with Zhou Zhen's complicated face.

When Zuo Xinyan becomes like this, Zuo Muye will surely feel guilty all his life.

Zuo Muye looks at Qiao Yumeng holding Zuo Xinyan from a distance. He doesn't dare to come here.

"Take it to the hospital first." Qiao Yumeng raised his eyes.

Zhou Zhen nodded and patted Zuo Muye heavily. "Now don't think about anything else. It's good that the child is still alive."

Yes, he has made the worst guess in the past three days, at least... She is still alive, and he will have a chance to compensate her.

"Xinyan..." Zuo Muye finally came over, but his legs were heavy and lead filled, especially after seeing that Zuo Xinyan's face had been completely destroyed, he fell on his knees.

"Muye..." Fu Qianchen stretched out his hand to help him up, hesitated for a moment, or chose to give him a rest.

Zuo Muye stretched out his shaking hand, but he didn't dare to touch Zuo Xinyan. Under the big jeans, no one knew whether there were wounds everywhere.

"I'm sorry..." Zuo Muye didn't look over his head, tears finally burst out of his eyes.

Later, Zuo Xinyan was sent to the hospital. She was seriously injured. The doctor said that although the physical injury could be cured, her spiritual trauma could not be cured for a lifetime.