Master Li turned his head suspiciously and saw a tall and tall figure standing at the door. The aura surrounding his body could overwhelm people. He frowned and the knife in his hand lost its power and hit the ground.
Jiang Shu looked slowly, and blood rolled down his face. In the darkness, Fu Shiyan's face gradually became clear, heavy, angry, and depressed.
Fu Shiyan's eyes were fixed in one direction, and Jiang Shu, with desperate eyes, was kneeling there, as if kneeling in a swamp hell, and kneeling on the beating veins of his heart. He was even more desperate and broken than when he was robbed of credit for his work.
"Fu Shiyan?" Mr. Li shouted in disbelief, not expecting to see him here at all.
The man stood there, cold and indifferent, with no one behind him, but because he didn't have anyone with him, he looked particularly crazy.
Fu Shiyan rolled up his cuffs, stepped forward with long legs, and pushed him to the ground before he could react. He raised his fist and punched him one after another, causing nosebleeds to break out!
Mr. Li weighed at least two hundred kilograms, but Fu Shiyan's attack was effortless. The veins in his neck throbbed. It was a deadly attack.
Seeing him wailing incessantly, Mr. Li's people looked at each other and were about to step forward, but were stopped by this sudden man: "If you dare to touch one, try it!"
Although he is very young, he makes people extremely fearful when he gives orders!
Mr. Li covered his eyes and nose and shouted loudly: "Don't! Don't move!"
After beating him enough, Fu Shiyan had a crazy look on his face. He picked up the knife on the ground and asked Jiang Shu: "Which hand did he use to hurt you?"
Not many Jiang Shu had sense. When she saw Fu Shiyan like this, she trembled even more, "Right... right hand."
So Mr. Li's right hand was forcibly pressed to the ground, and immediately the knife fell, with a squeaking sound, and blood splashed on Jiang Zhou's face, which was hot. He rolled his eyes and fainted from fright.
Mr. Li's wails almost overturned the entire building.
Fu Shiyan made a quick start and stopped quickly. He took out a tissue and wiped his fingers clean, then leaned over to pick Jiang Shu up, passed over the collapsed Mr. Li, and strode out of the box.
Liang Qiu had been listening outside for a while. When he saw someone coming out, he was extremely anxious and said, "Just a small punishment but a big punishment. You have caused big trouble for me!"
Fu Shiyan's face was gloomy, "Open the way."
Liang Qiu followed quickly, "This floor and the underground parking lot have been taken care of. You can drive directly to my car later. Here is the key. I will take care of the aftermath on the top floor."
At the end, his eyes fell on the face of the dying Jiang Shu, and he was shocked again, "Tsk, no wonder Fu Shiyan can be so crazy."
Jiang Shu was in so much pain that his consciousness gradually blurred. Finally, he still remembered grabbing Fu Shiyan's arm and saying, "Jiang, Jiang Zhou."
"Liang Qiu will handle it." His voice was cold.
Fu Shiyan was very fast. He carried Jiang Shu into the car, fastened her seat belt, and immediately started the engine. Liang Qiu opened the car window and asked, "Do I need to erase the surveillance?"
"No, he doesn't dare." I'm sure he doesn't dare to call the police.
Jiang Shu was sent to a private hospital. The doctors were shocked, "This, this..."
Fu Shiyan did not answer directly. His voice was neither high nor low, and was full of shock. "I only have one request. Nothing happens to her face!"
Jiang Shu was lying on the bed, being pushed away by the doctor. Hearing this, he tried to open his eyes, and there were residual tears in them, shining brightly.
She saw that he was covered in blood and his neck was open. Even in such a mess, he was sexy as hell. His eyes were intertwined with hers, full of paranoia.
The incision was not deep and was bandaged quickly. The doctor found no other wounds on Jiang Shu's body before pushing her out.