Love You To The Bones

Fang Yanrong proudly left the detention room and drove to the blues cafe.

Shen Zichuan made an appointment at 11 o'clock. There was plenty of time to catch up.

After learning that the only gangster who knew the inside story was killed by two shots in the hospital operating room, her worried heart fell steadily back to her chest.

People are dead. There is no proof of death. What if Shen Zichuan doubts her?

Fang Yanrong walked out of the elevator and walked slowly to the box on the top floor. When she passed a waiter, she looked at each other with a tray full of drinks and glasses.

"Wait."

The waiter paused and smiled politely. "Miss, what can I do for you?"

Fang Yanrong found a dead corner that could not be detected by the camera, took out a stack of pink bills from the bag and threw them on the tray. Her face was unspeakably cold, "do something for me."

"What, what's up?"

The waiter nervously looked at the stack of thousands of large bills, and nervously looked at Fang Yanrong. He couldn't help swallowing.

After working in this business for a long time, he knew that the more money the guests gave, the greater the risk.

However, he is willing to do it as long as he is not going to lose his head.

Fang Yanrong handed a small packet of medicine powder just taken out of her bag to the waiter. Her face suddenly cooled down. "Mix this packet of things into the wine. Remember, do it without flaws."

"Yes, I know. It's a piece of cake."

The waiter had done similar work before. He calmly took the powder from Fang Yanrong and walked into an empty box with a tray. "Miss, please follow me."

Without hesitation, Fang Yanrong followed in.

Soon, she found that the waiter carefully touched a delicate and small wine pot from a secret cabinet in the corner, handed it over, smiled flatteringly at her and said, "Miss, look at it. I'll put the powder in first, mix the wine, and then teach you how to use it."

While he operated carefully, he explained carefully. Fang Yanrong had an excellent IQ and soon understood the key inside. There was a smile on his white and exquisite face.

With this convenient crime tool, she will be able to let Shen Zichuan be arrested and intoxicated in her charming style.

Fang Yan sat gracefully on the box sofa, picked up a few cherries and put them into her mouth, while brushing her mobile phone waiting for Shen Zichuan.

Before long, about 15 minutes or so, the handsome man pushed open the carved and hollowed out door. With a cold wind, he went to the sofa opposite Fang Yanrong and sat down. His long legs overlapped. He lit a cigarette and didn't smoke it. Instead, he sandwiched it between his fingers and let the red spark ignite spontaneously, with an elegant and cold attitude.

It's not much time. It's just eleven o'clock.

Fang Yanrong had the opportunity to be alone with Shen Zichuan in the past, but she had never been so frightened at the bottom of her heart as today. She forced out a gentle smile and said softly, "brother Zichuan, what can I do for you?"

Taking advantage of the gap between her words, she stood up from the sofa, opened the lid of the wine pot, poured the wine into the wine cup in front of Shen Zichuan, poured about half a cup, smiled and winked coyly, "Brother Zichuan, I'm hungry. In order to see you earlier, I didn't even eat breakfast! I ordered your favorite whisky and some of your favorite dishes. Let's eat and talk together."

Looking at the silver wine pot held on Fang Yanrong's slender fingers, Shen Zichuan looked back without expression, frowned and gently pulled his thin lips, "Fang Xiaoran's case of trying to kill you will be heard next Monday. At that time, I hope you can stand on her sister's identity and absolve her of the crime. I can't turn back without the benefits of Fang's group."

Fang Xiaoran!

It's about Fang Xiaoran again!

Fang Yanrong was so jealous that she bit her lip and kept silent.

She was afraid... Afraid that once she made a sound, she would shout at Shen Zichuan with a ferocious face.

In the past, even if he was with her, most of the topics revolved around Fang Xiaoran.

In order to show her tenderness, consideration and understanding, and strive to be his interpreter, she repressed her arrogant and domineering personality, obeyed his topic, and told Fang Xiaoran what she had experienced from childhood to childhood over and over again.

He is not tired of listening to those repeated stories. In fact, she has long been tired of the three words "Fang Xiaoran".

Now, Fang Xiaoran divorced him and even had a child with Xiao Jingcheng. In the bottom of his heart, Fang Xiaoran is still on his mind!

This made Fang Yanrong's smile collapse. "Brother Zichuan, I already know what you said. Even if you don't explain it, I will stand on my sister's side and speak for her.

Anyway, she is my sister and my relative after all. How can I watch my sister sentenced to prison? "

Whether Fang Yanrong is sincere or false, at least at the moment, Shen Zichuan can't see half the embarrassment and grievance on her calm face.

The man looked up slightly, and his sharp and dull eyes shot at her, "say, your conditions?"

"Brother Zichuan, my condition is..."

Fang Yanrong picked up the cup of wine with both hands, bypassed the tea table and went to Shen Zichuan. She smiled and held it on his lips, "the condition is very simple. As long as you drink this glass of wine."

Shen Zichuan stared at the clear mountain spring liquor dressed in a transparent glass. He was silent for a moment. The perfect facial features couldn't see any emotion, "no material?"

"Brother Zichuan, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?"

Fang Yanrong was stunned. Her eyes crossed bitterness and turned to a soft smile. "Don't you believe me? Let me show you."

With that, she raised her head high, drank the liquid wine in the glass, and saw that the glass was at the bottom.

After drinking all, Fang Yanrong gently shook the empty cup mouth down, pointed to another cup that didn't move, and said in a warm voice, "brother Zichuan, it's your turn."

Shen Zichuan narrowed his eyes and didn't move. Instead, he extended his long arm, clasped the wine pot in his hand, glanced at it casually, and noticed that there was a very hidden little red spot at the mouth of the pot, and the shadow and cold flashed quickly at the bottom of his eyes.

When Fang Yanrong didn't pay attention, the slender index finger pressed it, then poured the spout of the pot, poured the fragrant wine into the empty cup, about one-third of the capacity, lifted it with the other hand with a cigarette, motioned Fang Yanrong to finish the cup and said coldly, "after drinking the cup, I believe you!"

At that moment, Fang Yanrong was hanging her head to wipe the skirt stained with a little wine stain. She did not observe Shen Zichuan's action. After hearing the speech, she happily picked up the wine glass and smiled at the man in front of her. "Brother Zichuan, even if the wine you poured me is poison, I will be willing to drink it."

Watching her swallow, Shen Zichuan's eyes became more and more fierce.

This woman dares to play tricks and be clever in front of him. It's really a little tender!

When Fang Yanrong finished drinking, her mind was no longer clear, and she felt that her body was getting hotter and hotter.

Her heart was startled when she thought of the package of powder fused in the wine.

Has Shen Zichuan discovered the secret of the silver wine pot?

Suddenly raised her head, turned pale and looked at the man sitting motionless on the sofa. From her dark eyes, Fang Yanrong saw an undisguised ridicule and ridicule, and her heart was suddenly flustered and frightened.

finished!

He knows, he knows everything.

It was as if thousands of ants were crawling around in the blood, and her body was getting worse and worse. Fang Yanrong immediately realized that she had been caught. She immediately looked at Shen Zichuan with tears and begged for mercy, "brother Zichuan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just love you too much and just want to be your woman

Brother Zichuan, help me. Forgive me this time. I won't, never again! "

The itch in the body was unbearable, but the only reason left knew that Shen Zichuan would not do what she wanted. Fang Yanrong was really flustered. Her soft body slipped down the edge of the tea table on the cold floor, crying with pear flowers and rain, crying with sadness and despair.

It is conceivable that he saw through Shen Zichuan's head and waited for her result.

"It's late." Shen Zichuan's handsome face is engraved with ice and frost. His fierce eyes flitted over Fang Yanrong's beautiful body. The cold light smiled coldly, "I gave you a big gift and enjoy it!"

Then the man turned and left, and the door closed heavily.

"Brother Zichuan, come back, come back!"

Fang Yanrong was crying in pain, but she couldn't call back the cruel and heartless man. The air conditioning and heating in the box were full and warm, but she was trembling with fear, shaking like chaff.