Fu Xizhou did not answer her, but asked: "Will you marry me?"
Gu Beisheng's heart was beating very fast and he nodded: "Yes."
How could you not want to?
Fu Xizhou held her hand tightly. Even though she was already his wife, he hoped that she could marry him again.
In the past, he thought that a person could live the rest of his life alone without worries or longing.
Now, after having her, I just wish it was her.
He...can't live without her.
Gu Beisheng smiled softly: "Okay, go to sleep."
Fu Xizhou nodded.
This time, even though the wound still hurt, he slept peacefully.
…
the other side.
Fu Qingjue was practicing calligraphy in the study when the housekeeper knocked on the door.
"Huo Sheng is here."
Fu Qingjue was writing the word "ming" and paused with his hand holding the brush.
I accidentally stretched the last stroke, and it looked like a knife at first glance.
Just like his current situation, with a knife held to his neck.
Rivers of blood can flow at any time and at any time.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a strong murderous aura in the narrow slits of his eyes.
I closed my eyes and opened them again. There was only bottomless blackness, which was very unfathomable.
He crumpled the paper on which he wrote and threw it into the trash can.
Life?
He just doesn’t believe in fate!
Then he opened the study door and walked out.
The butler walked behind him.
When Fu Qingjue was at the stairs, he saw Huo Wei downstairs, holding a cigar in his hand and blowing out smoke.
There were more than twenty thugs standing beside him, and the whole living room was filled with darkness.
A very strong sense of oppression arose in everyone's heart, making the servants afraid to get even closer.
The whole atmosphere was very depressing.
Fu Qingjue put on a smile, strode downstairs, and said with a hearty smile: "Wei Sheng didn't say anything when he came, I should have gone to pick him up in person."
Huo Wei looked at his smile and had to admire Chen Sheng's ability to withstand pressure.
Chen Sheng must know his suspicions.
Whether we can survive the storm tonight is still unknown.
However, no matter what happened, he was always smiling, as if everything was under control.
Today, he will not miss this opportunity to eradicate him.
Huo Wei said in a calm voice: "It's time for the people sent out to come back. Do you think they can complete the mission?"
Fu Qingjue sat down on the sofa next to him, crossing his legs comfortably without any fear.
Huo Wei frowned.
Fu Qingjue took out the cigarettes from his trouser pocket, took one out, lit it and held it between his fingertips. Then he said slowly: "Of course it can be done, but if there is a mole, that's not necessarily the case."
After saying that, he took a puff and shook the ashes on the ground.
Huo Wei glanced at the soot on the ground and frowned deeper.
He dared to mention the mole first because he wanted to clear himself of suspicion.
It’s just a cover-up!
"Whether there is a mole or not, we will find out when they come back."
Fu Qingjue looked outside the door and nodded slowly: "Wait."
No one said anything for half an hour.
There was movement outside.
A car drove into the villa.
Then, there were messy footsteps.
Wen Zhao came over, supporting the unconscious Qi Feng, and shouted anxiously: "Chen Sheng, Brother Feng was shot and is not breathing!"
Fu Qingjue's hand shook suddenly, his face turned pale, and his cigarette butt fell to the ground.
The corners of Huo Wei's mouth slowly rose, remembering the tasks he had assigned to Wen Zhao before Qi Feng set off.
If you find Qi Feng making any unusual moves, kill him!