early morning.

Fu Yechuan woke up, his head was dizzy and he couldn't raise his head.

Last night, it was rare that he was drunk. He didn't drink much, but the drunkenness came in full force.

Even his alcohol tolerance is unstoppable, which is really shocking.

Just the next second, a wheat-skinned arm climbed up and pulled his arm, his tired and hoarse voice with a bit of coquettishness afterwards:

"Yechuan, why don't you sleep for a while?"

Fu Yechuan's face changed instantly.

He looked to the side with a cold look.

The woman was lying in messy clothes, her eyes closed, and her makeup on her side still looked like someone in his heart.

But he knew that he was sober now, this was not Su Nan, this was the arms dealer, An Qi.

Needless to say, Fu Yechuan also knew what happened.

Without a slight mercy or hesitation, he reached out and pinched her slender fingers on her neck, his voice hoarse to the point of being terrible, like a rough patch rubbed by sandpaper.

"You're under the trap, right?"

His hands became tighter and tighter, and a trace of dangerous thoughts really flashed through his mind.

Kill her.

No one can calculate on his head.

Now, it can be explained why I felt dizzy after drinking some wine last night. It was her!

An Qi woke up in an instant. She struggled with her hands ineffectively, trying to break free from his hands, but she couldn't.

Her face slowly turned blue and purple, and even her breathing was difficult. It lasted for a long time and she felt like she would really die.

But suddenly there was a continuous knock on the door-

In the midst of a daze, Fu Yechuan turned his head suddenly, broke free from his hands, and started to breathe in big mouthfuls.

In just a few dozen seconds, Angel seemed to have walked through hell.

If it was Su Nan, would he still be willing to do so?

Fu Yechuan's eyes swept into her face in a daze, and the darkness on her face was extremely frightening.

"Ange, you have to pay."

Even though An Qi's body was purple and mottled and her clothes were messy, his eyes were so cold that there was no trace of warmth.

He doesn't care.

Angel's eyes were filled with tears, and her physiological reaction made her look less powerful than a man.

She was panting, but she smiled, smiling successfully, and in Fu Yechuan's eyes, it was particularly dazzling:

"There is no man I can't get, Fu Yechuan, you are no exception."

"Do you think I'll compromise?"

"No way? Yechuan, your father's health is getting worse and worse. My conditions are not as comfortable and free as your villa, and the medical conditions are limited..."

Fu Yechuan's eyes were cold and dark, and the calm sea surface before the storm was as scary as if it was panicked.

The knock at the door lasted for a long time.

Fu Yechuan stood up calmly and tidied his clothes to the point of meticulousness.

He was not in a hurry to open the door.

Instead, he approached the woman on the bed, with a dark chill in her eyes. She grabbed her hair and teared it back without any mercy:

"Who do you think you are threatening? If he loses a finger, don't try to walk out alive."

Almost gritted my teeth, with a rich and undispersed coldness.

Angel was speechless, and a hint of surprise flashed through her eyes, but it was fleeting.

She had seen Fu Yechuan who was helpless, and also saw Fu Yechuan who called the wind and rain.

But she had never seen the man in front of her before her.

In addition to fear, she became more interested.
Chapter completed!