One Night Romance: Don't Try to Get away from Me

Chapter 1150 is ridiculous. Is that so?

Lin Mier's side

"Fu Yue, did you get things done?" Lin Mier called Fu Yue by his first name.

Fu Yue looked coldly at her bandaged face.

"Why didn't you say anything when I asked you? Did his wife die? Did she die? Did she dare to argue with me? She said she wanted to call the police and didn't look at me. I'm the reddest flower now. I really have a dog's eye. No wonder god made her congenital heart disease. If she was sick, she would die at home. Don't come out and hurt anyone. What did the dean say?" Lin Mier asked, jabbering.

"He said he was going to expose you. He has your medical contract, your name on it, and your fingerprints." Fu Yue raised the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Right, that contract, no. No matter what you do, you have to get my contract back, or I will destroy it. You have to find a way." Lin Mier paced around the room anxiously as if he had thought of an idea. "Fu Yue, do you want us to burn his office down with a fire? Just burn his office, maybe the files will burn down together. He said I had plastic surgery. I can bite him back and say he wanted to extort money. You can help me make a fake proof that he really extorted money from me."

"What if the files are not in his office, in his home, or in the archives? You're not worried that the fire can't be controlled and innocent people will be hurt?" Fu Yue asked lightly.

"I can't control that anymore. If my plastic surgery is exposed, it will definitely affect my reputation. If I don't win this year's newcomer award, Fu Yue, you'll be finished too. I won't win at most. You'll have to pay a lot of money for the bet agreement. You have to get this done. This is an order. Don't act like a piece of cake. You'll only be swaying around in front of me. It's annoying." Lin Mier cursed.

Fu Yue gave a chuckle and looked at Lin Mier lightly, as if thinking, and asked, "Are you nineteen years old this year?"

"Why are you asking me how old I am? Hurry up and get rid of it. What are you still doing here?" Lin Mier said with disdain.

Fu Yue raised an eyebrow. "I was already an adult."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that you should be responsible for your actions." Fu Yue said, slapping Lin Mier in the face.

Lin Mier tilted his face and looked at Fu Yue in surprise.

"This slap is for the madam president. You hit someone else's car, and you were so righteous that you killed them to the hospital and blamed them for what they deserved. So what about little flower? I can hold you up, and I can destroy you." Fu Yue said.

The backhand slapped Lin Mier in the face again.

"This slap was for the dean. Because you were afraid that your plastic surgery would come out, you wanted to kill, set fire, and frame trouble. If I didn't teach you a lesson, I wouldn't believe fu."

As Fu Yue spoke, another slap fell on Lin Mier's face. "This slap, I'm going to hit you. See who I am and yell in front of me. You're not qualified yet."

Fu Yue slapped Lin Mier in the nose with his backhand.

Lin Mier's nose had just been made and bandaged. In an instant, blood flowed out of his nose.

She screamed and pressed her nose. "Fu Yue, you're in bad luck. I'm going to tell the boss to fire you. Just wait for the bad luck."

Lin Mier put a napkin on his nose and called Zhou Qianyu as he went to the car.

Zhou Qianyu had finished his meal and was sitting in the car. When he saw Lin Mier's caller id, a trace of irritation flashed in his eyes. He answered the phone and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

"Zhou Boss, Fu Yue slapped me, slapped me a dozen times. I can't remember clearly. I was knocked out. My face just had surgery, and now my nose is bleeding. Maybe my nose is crooked. I don't know if I can save it. I still have a few more announcements. I've signed up. If I don't participate, I'll lose a lot of money. I still have a few reality shows and some commercials to talk about. There's a movie, directed by chax, that's going to be released in hollywood. It's my big shot and I'm talking about it. I have a good chance. If I'm disfigured, there's no hope at all. Zhou Boss, this Fu Yue wants to destroy me. Can she fire her?" Lin Mier cursed.

Zhou Qianyu's originally sinister eyes slowly became deep.

"She hit you?" Zhou Qianyu asked again.

"I've slapped a dozen times, and my face is numb. I have to go check my face. I feel like I've been hit too. I still have a nosebleed." Lin Mier cried.

Zhou Qianyu was silent for a moment, his eyes flashing with confusion. "Why did she hit you?"

"That dean is going to expose me. She's still helping me. If she doesn't help me solve the problem, she's going to hit me. Zhou Boss, you have to decide for me." Lin Mier said wrongly.

"I see." Zhou Qianyu answered, hanging up the phone and looking ahead.

Scar was driving. He heard something and looked carefully at Zhou Qianyu. "I just sent someone to teach Lin Mier a lesson. Now that Fu Yue has taught her a lesson, do I have to do it?"

"Do you think she guessed that I was going to teach Lin Mier a lesson, so she started first. After all, she did not do it lightly, so I might not do it on my side?" Zhou Qianyu said thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes. "She's not a righteous person."

Scar nodded. "Maybe. She's a person who can't be figured out sometimes. The last time I..."

The scar stopped short and his eyes sparkled as he looked at Zhou Qianyu in the rearview mirror.

"What did you do last time?" Zhou qianyu locked him and asked.

"The last time I went to the nursing home to donate as you instructed, I saw her there." Said scar.

Zhou Qianyu frowned. "Is he acting on purpose? Acting with sympathy, trying to get me to let her go? That's a good move. I can even run into her if I donate something."

"Sir. Not many people know about your donation. If she knows all about it, I think she might have planted an eyeliner around you or installed a surveillance camera like before. Do you want me to go back and check it out?" Asked scar.

Zhou Qianyu looked out of the window a little irritably. "Check it out. I don't want her to have another chance."

"Yes."

Zhou qianyu thought for a moment and called Fu Yue.

He just wanted to expose her, but he didn't want her to pretend.

Fu Yue answered.

Zhou Qianyu asked coldly, "Where is it?"

Fu Yue dug his ears and answered perfunctorily, "Outside."

Zhou Qianyu was obviously dissatisfied with the answer, and his tone became even worse. He asked, "What are you doing?"

"Busy!" Fu Yue became even more impatient and felt the urge to hang up the phone. "If you have something to say, just say it. If you have something to say, just let it go. We don't need to talk and waste our feelings."