The poisonous CEO

Someone saved her, someone saved her from the demon Fu Huayong.

She had never thought that Fu Huayong had such a frightening side to him.

"You're awake."

"Stay away from me, don't come over."

Seeing Fu Huayong getting closer and closer to her, Ning Jin became cautious like an old hen.

Fu Huayong stopped, bent down, picked up the cup on the cabinet, and handed it over to Ning Jin: "This is water, you don't want it?"

"What are you trying to do?"

He had been tormented before, but now he was being courteous. How many faces did he have?

"I've wasted my time looking at you, and you don't like it?"

You think she's a waste of time?

F * ck, then scram as far away as you can.

"Leave immediately. I really don't want to see you. Leave immediately." Ning Jin was now a shadow, he absolutely could not look at Fu Huayong.

This time, Fu Huayong did not resist. He stood in his original position for a while, then walked towards the door.

Ning Jin heaved a sigh of relief.

But after a few minutes, who came back?

"Why did you come back?"

Ning Jin fainted.

"Take you home."

Go home? Which home? Did she have a home?

He did not even think before rejecting it: "I'm not going back, this is my home."

As a result, the protest was null and void.

In the end, Ning Jin led his people directly to the carriage.

In the carriage, Ning Jin felt so depressed that he wanted to commit suicide.

Was she throwing herself into a trap?

Fu Huayong sat at the side and looked at Ning Jin, his eyes changing unpredictably.

Last night, he didn't know why it was like that. Could it be that even after so many years had passed, he still couldn't forget about her?

If it wasn't for Fu Wanjiao that night, what kind of ending would the woman lying on the sickbed have?

"Brother, are you there?"

Ye Zichen knocked on the bedroom door without any mercy, but it didn't attract the attention of the two people in the bathroom.

"Bro, are you and Sister-in-law alright? Bro, open the door!" Fu Wanjiao did not give up and continued to knock on the door.

When he was walking past the door, Fu Wanjiao happened to hear Ning Jin's cry for help, and thus there was a knock on the door.

No one replied, causing Fu Wanjiao's heart to burn with anxiety.

"No, I have to find Grandma."

Gritting his teeth, Fu Wanjiao quickly ran to his grandma's bedroom.

"Grandmother, something bad has happened."

At this time, Old Lady Fu was just about to go to bed, but when he saw the flustered Fu Wanjiao, he said resentfully, "You're already such a big kid and you're still so reckless. How can I be at ease about marrying you out?"

Fu Wanjiao ignored her and told her everything she heard.

"Grandma, do you think that your brother won't do anything too excessive to your sister-in-law?"

Old Lady Du's face sank. "What are you saying, girl?"

"But, but I heard someone call for help."

Fu Wanjiao was still a little afraid.

Grandma Fu: "It might just be a quarrel between the couple, don't think too much about it."

Fu Wanjiao did not believe her: "Grandma, what kind of fight do you think will cause people to scream for help?"

Although Fu Wanjiao did not have a good impression of this sister-in-law, she was not to the extent of extremely hating her. Thus, under all her persuasion, Old Lady Fu took out the spare key to Fu Huayong's bedroom.

When he opened the bedroom door, he heard the sound of water in the bathroom. Fu Wanjiao carefully walked over.

However, the scene in front of her eyes made her widen her eyes.

Ning Jin lied in the bathtub, his entire body was surrounded by water, his lips were white, his eyes were closed, his hands were tightly grabbed by Fu Huayong, and the scars on his arms were especially obvious.

Fu Huayong sat on the ground and lowered his head to take a look.

"Ah …"

The young miss Qian Jin who had seen this scene before immediately shouted loudly.

When the servant found out, the two of them were taken to the hospital together.

After the inspection, Fu Huayong had just slept through drinking too much, but Ning Jin's injuries were much more severe, his wounds were infected, he had a high fever and even drank a lot of water.

Fu Huayong woke up as soon as the sky brightened.

Ning Jin cried in grief as he laid in his sickbed with a high fever for two days. The third day was over, but he was still half asleep.

Until today.

Upon entering, he saw Old Lady Fu standing at the door.

"Child, how do you feel now? "Will it feel bad?"

The corner of Ning Jin's mouth lifted slightly as he replied with a smile. However, he thought in his heart, "It's a blessing for your grandson."

With the help of the servant, Ning Jin returned to that nightmare once again. When he saw the nearby bathroom, his heart turned cold.

After everyone had gone out, the door closed and Fu Huayong walked in.

"That was my fault. I apologize."

His face was full of vigor, not like a playboy.

"Can I apologize to you if I cut your head off?"

It wasn't that she was unreasonable, but that her character was too serious.

Fu Huayong had already expected this outcome and was not annoyed.

Ning Jin followed along the edge of the bed and immediately retreated.

"Tell me. I will do my best to satisfy whatever you want."

If I want your life, do you give it to me?

Ning Jin rolled his eyes.

"All I want now is for you to disappear, because I don't want to see you, OK?"

Fu Huayong frowned: "Are you sure?"

Why did Ning Jin feel that the current Fu Huayong was getting colder and colder?

Without delay, he nodded his head heavily.

"Alright, you rest."

Without saying anything, Fu Huayong opened the door and walked out.

heaved a heavy sigh of relief when his figure disappeared into the distance.

Actually, when Fu Huayong asked her what she wanted, she really wanted to say: "Let me go."

But what's the use of saying it?

Would the Fu Family agree? Would the Ning Family agree again?

This was his uncontrollable sorrow.

Unknowingly, a wave of sleepiness struck Ning Jin, making him feel as if he was in a heavy battle. Not long later, he closed his eyes.

In the afternoon, the sun outside had turned gold, and the little man on the bed moved his eyes.

Ning Jin rolled his body and opened his eyes. Ning Jin felt that the sunlight outside the window was especially dazzling. He immediately jumped off the bed and pulled the curtains.

Immediately after, Ning Jin felt that he was missing something. In that moment, a thought flashed across his mind.

After searching for a long time, she found the phone in the cabinet beside the bed. There was a lot of steam on the screen, and when the phone was turned on, a string of messages popped up.

"Holy shit, this phone isn't broken, right?"

Ning Jin thoughtlessly thought,

However, when the electricity was plugged in, the long-awaited sound of the phone's activation made her understand that the phone did not leave her behind.

Since the phone was temporarily unavailable, he used the computer. Like the phone, a string of text messages popped up on the computer.

Opening the mailbox, was dazzled by the unread text messages.

However, upon seeing it, his face paled.

Ning Jin really wanted to ask, how long had she slept for?

Was it long enough for Ning Qian to take responsibility for the North Sea Garden case from her?

No, she, Ning Jin, was not the type to surrender his prey to others.