The Hegemon's Kiss Addiction

Fu Tsai's whole face was full of fury. His fists were clenched tightly. The cold air sent out directly forced the doctors to shake together. He walked to the front of song September with difficulty and gave her some drops.

After doing all this, the doctor was afraid to wipe the sweat on his forehead. It was just a drip. He even felt that he was more tired than finishing an operation.

"Boss..."

Mo had already rushed over early in the morning. Seeing the comatose Miss Song, he suddenly felt that this man was really in a lot of trouble. How could he get hurt anywhere.

"Check!"

A cold word spit out, ink is an instant to understand the meaning of this person, solemn nod, immediately out of the ward.

Fu Tsai, with a frown on her brow, sat in front of the hospital bed all over the body. She held the hand of song and September hanging aside. Her eyes were filled with storm. The people who dared to hurt her in Los Angeles were really tired of setting fire!

However, the result was very disappointing. He thought that he would be some big man, but he didn't expect to be just a tramp who took money to do things.

The tramp knelt on the ground trembling all over. He had never seen such a magnificent house or such a noble man. He could only shiver and dare not speak.

"Who gave you the money?"

Fu Tsai asked, raised his legs, narrowed his eyes, fingertips on the side of the tea table light knock, that voice is clear very light, but that cold and fear along the people's tail vertebrae, all the way to the heart.

"One A girl. "

The tramp's lips turned white, and he didn't dare to look up at this man. It seemed that one glance was a blasphemy to this man. He was like an emperor above the throne. In a word, he could control the life and death of a man.

Fu Tsai frowned and looked at the tramp. Although he was pitiful, if he broke the law, he would have broken the law. He could not be spared this time because of his pity. If song September was not rescued this time, who would have pity on her.

"Mo Yi, take the man to the police station."

"Well."

Mo Yiying a, ready to let people take the tramp out, but the tramp suddenly cried, kneeling on the ground refused to rise.

"Please give me a break. I'm just obsessed. I have a son. If I go to prison, no one will take care of him. Please do me a favor..."

Fu Tsai's brow frowned, and his eyes gradually darkened. Weakness is not the reason for a person to be forgiven. The law is the law. Before doing something, you should think about the consequences.

"Take it away!"

He was already a little impatient. He untied two buttons of his collar, and his frowned eyebrows were gathered like hills. The whole person was a bit more expensive.

Mo Yi took the man out and gave it to the police directly.

At the same time, a dirty, 17-year-old boy stood on the street, with tears on his face, and saw his big sister waiting for him, sobbing.

"Come on, little brother, don't cry. It's no use crying. Your father was killed by song September. You have to avenge your father, understand? Here's a hundred thousand dollars. Take it first. "

"I don't want money! I don't want money! As long as Dad comes back

Shan Rong's eyes are satirical. A poor man, 100000 yuan has been enough for a person like him to live for a long time. She even dislikes it. It's really a death. But at this time, she can't show her own ideas, but she can only suppress her temper secretly.

"Little brother, you can't fight song September. You can't come back to revenge until you become strong. Your father was wronged by song September. You must remember these three words."

The little boy raised his head, a little firm on his face, and seemed to grow up in a hurry. He took the money in Shan Rong's hand, straightened his back and left the place.

Shan Rong picked her eyebrows and lowered her head with a smile. She seemed to be more and more able to dress herself up. The laughter was getting bigger and bigger. In the end, she had already burst into tears. Look, song September, you can't beat me in any way.

It's doomed to be trampled under my feet!

……

Song Jiujiu didn't know anything about all this. After waking up in the hospital, the whole person was very silent. The florist was gone. It is estimated that the place has turned into a pile of black crumbs.

Her little dream was shattered by others

She doesn't try to provoke others, but someone always does.

This incident is absolutely not an accident. Before the fire broke out, she clearly smelled the smell of gasoline. Someone must have deliberately set the fire on fire. Thinking of this, her eyes are deep. Fu Tsai is right. She should have enough ability to protect herself!

Take one side of the mobile phone, glance at a strange number, the fingers pause.

Are you?

This person seems to know that she had an accident and sent a text message to greet her, but this number is not stored in her mobile phone, so she can only ask the other party.

September sister, I'm Qin Mo, are you ok?

Song September was relieved. The florist was gone, and the trouble with this man was over. She had already paid her salary and didn't owe him anything.——It's OK. Is this your new number? As you can see, I'm broke and I'm afraid I can't employ you any more.

A smile flashed in Qin Mo's eyes. He left his mobile phone aside. He felt a little regret.

"Young master, what are you laughing at?"

One side of the housekeeper asked in doubt, although his young master is not surprised, he is very old-fashioned at a young age, but in a word, he is just a young man. He has not laughed so knowingly for a long time.

"It's nothing. It's just finding an interesting person."

He took one side of the coffee, a light drink, white skin suffused with Ying run light.

"Sir is already urging you to go back."

"I know."

At this time, Qin Mo didn't look like a student at all. All his actions and actions were with a touch of elegance. In addition, he had a good bearing. It was hard to imagine how such a person could sell flowers in an apron in a florist's shop.

Song Jiujiu always thought that he had found the baby, but he didn't know that everything was accidental. Because Qin Mo wanted to experience the feeling of working in University, he wanted to leave his identity and really integrate into ordinary people's life.

I have to say, I was very happy in the florist.

"Start now."

"Yes."

After Song September hung up the phone, she was more or less disappointed. In the final analysis, she liked the florist. It was given to her by Fu Tsai. It can be seen that she had put her heart into the details of the blackboard newspaper. But now that there is no fire, she feels a little sour in her heart, which is really heartache.