Young Master Fu's Unexpected Cute Wife

Fu Manhua's head hit the sharp protrusion on the wooden floor. Blood flowed out from the back of her head. Her body twitched twice and did not move any more.

"Ah

A very short scream, Yan mengrou quickly covered his mouth, but it was too late.

Fu Yangqian heard the sound and looked at it.

Br > even though he was wearing a suit, his eyes were still full of blood.

"I, I, I I don't see anything! " Yan mengrou turns around and runs.

She also did not expect that she was bored around, unexpectedly accidentally bumped into the scene of Fu Yangqian killing Fu Manhua.

Yan mengrou hated why she wanted to die in such a place without servants and guests. Even if she screamed for help, people in the banquet hall could not hear her. They could only hear the elegant waltz and the harmonious and prosperous conversation!

Fu Yangqian has no feelings to hook the lower lip, two steps catch up, a buckle Yan Meng Rou's shoulder.

"Ah Yan mengrou screamed with fright and asked for mercy with trembling voice: "Fu Er Shao, I didn't see anything, really! I won't say anything. Please spare me

"Don't want to die?" Fu Yangqian clasped yanmengrou's neck in one hand, and gently arranged her disordered hair with the other hand.

Yan mengrou feels that the smiling person in front of her is extremely gloomy and terrifying.

"Meng Rou, don't worry. I don't want to kill you, but you have to be obedient."

"Well, I'm obedient." Yan mengrou's eyes couldn't help but glance down the stairs. Fu Manhua still kept her eyes in a state of panic. Her eyes were staring at her like she was going to vomit.

Fu Yangqian expected that mengrou did not dare to escape. He loosened her neck, wiped her hands gracefully with the square towel in her suit pocket, and then threw it to her.

"Go and wipe the fingerprints off her neck."

“…… Me, me, me? " Yan Meng Rou points to her nose with pale face.

Fu Yangqian chuckled, "don't you want to embody your value?"

If you have no value, you have to die.

Yan mengrou thought that she was not afraid of death. Death is a white eye.

What's terrible is, the mental torture before death and the ugly appearance of death! Especially when you meet the devil like Fu Yangqian!

Yan mengrou was a spoiled child. She never touched a dead person. She had seen a dead person once. She was the adaptive student on the island. Now Fu Yangqian asked her to take care of the aftermath?!

This man is a cancer growing in the dark!

Who could have thought that this gentle man with gold rimmed glasses would have killed his sister without blinking?

The temperature of the dead dropped rapidly. Fu Man Hua's skin was cold and stiff through his thin square towel. Yan mengrou's body was shaking and scared to the extreme.

The more scared she was, the more she hated it.

Hate words late, hate Fu Sihan! Because of these two people, she will be used by Fu Yangqian, and she will be reduced to the present situation!

"Ready?" Fu Yangqian stood tall on the second floor and ordered Yan mengrou, "there is one more thing you need to do."

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because it was not time for the biological clock to go to sleep, he woke up after taking a nap in the evening and looked at the time. It was not long after midnight.

There is no familiar heat source around me. I feel it in the evening. The position beside me is vacant, and the residual temperature has dissipated.

She sat up in the evening, and there was a soft sleep light in the room. She looked around the light. She didn't see forshan in the room.

Fu Sihan did not know when he had left the room.

In the evening, I waited in the room for a while, put on my shoes and went out.

It's very noisy outside. It's not the bustle of singing and dancing at the party, but The crowd, the traffic, and The sirens of ambulances and police cars!

If something goes wrong with your intuition in the evening, run to the first floor.

The original bustling hall was already empty, and the last few guests left the room under the guidance of the servant, but they still looked gloomy.

"What happened?" I asked a servant next to him in the evening.

"Third young grandmother..." The servant's eyes were very complicated.

"What happened?" It's a bad feeling to be late and late.

"The eldest lady is dead, the biggest suspect at present is three young."

Late at night, her brain seemed to explode a thunder. "Boom" sound, all her thoughts were blown up, and her face was as white as paper.

She looked at the servant suspiciously. She couldn't believe that she had heard the wrong words and lied to her with the servant.

But Fu Sihan did leave the room. How could he?

"The third young lady, the third young lady, they are now in the north corner study on the second floor. If you don't believe it, go and see it yourself." The servant said a few words and left in a hurry.

The servant was not from Fu Sihan. Who knows if he Yanwan, the third young grandmother, said more, would be implicated in the future.Night at a loss to look around, servants in a hurry, are afraid.

Outside the mansion, there was a sound of police siren, and then several people came in. The first two men had the word "forensic medicine" written on their uniforms.

Evening thoughts were instantly pulled back, crazy general to the north of the second floor.

In the distance, I heard someone talking in a low voice. A group of people were standing outside the study. All of them were looking downstairs.

Later, an idea appeared in his mind: Fu Manhua's body was downstairs.

She broke off the crowd and immediately went downstairs to find Fu Sihan.

Line of sight just aimed at a pair of high-heeled shoes feet, in front of a black, was blocked by a pair of hands.

In the evening, I felt an arm around her clavicle from the back, and the other hand covered her eyes.

Warm and familiar with men came from behind.

The late heartbeat stops at this moment and dare not move again.

"Why are you here?" She heard people behind her asked, the voice is as low and indifferent as before, listen carefully, can hear a bit helpless and conniving.

Evening can't wait to turn around, see that she is eager to see the person, mercilessly relieved, and nervous asked: "third brother, how are you? What's going on? "

When I finish speaking in the evening, I subconsciously want to see the situation downstairs.

Fu Sihan quickly broke off her head, forbidding her to turn around, "don't look."

A bad look will stain his woman's eyes.

"I, I heard the servant say, you..." The voice trembled in the evening.

"I killed?" Fu Sihan's epilogue is selected, and he can't hear the joy and anger, even very casual, as if he was talking about something else.

What he thought in his mind was: which talkative one will be thrown out of Fu's mansion tomorrow!

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it..." She didn't believe it was true.

"Oh, of course you don't believe it. You are his wife. If he punishes you, you have no backing. Of course you don't believe it." Yan mengrou sneered at her side, "what you said has no credibility!"