Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

The dark clouds are churning and churning, like demons dancing in hell, the wind is tearing, and the thunder is cheering.

Fu Ji went back to Fu's old house to get some confidential documents. The servants prepared supper for him, Fu Ji waved his hand, and he walked towards the study room in a suit and leather shoes.

The servant followed him step by step, and said, "Master, the old lady...she fell ill again."

Fu Ji stopped and turned his gaze to the servant.

The servant was startled by his sharp and indifferent eyes, and hurriedly explained in a low voice: "We have fed medicine, but the old lady won't take it, she said, we are hurting her, no matter what you say, she won't take it..."

The further we talked, the softer the servant's voice became.

Fu Ji frowned slightly for a moment, the emotions in his deep eyes fluctuated like a raging tide.

He went upstairs to Fu's mother's room.

The lights in the room were turned on and the curtains were tightly closed. As soon as the woman heard the movement, she looked over vigilantly.

Mother Fu glanced at him blankly, and that face suddenly made her excited, "Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi, you finally came to see me..."

"I'm not Fu Yi." Fu Ji paused every word, expressionless, "I'm Fu Ji."

His words came again like a thunderbolt from the blue, which shocked Fu's mother, and her pupils dilated slightly, as if seeing an extremely terrifying picture.

The woman stepped back, her eyes rolled around, she was full of fear, and her voice trembled: "You are Fu Ji, you are Fu Ji... You are here to kill, you are not human..."

As she spoke, the woman burst into tears, laughing and crying, like a madman.

"Why? Why on earth!"

"He's your brother, your own brother! Why did you treat him like this? Why did you treat me like this? I shouldn't have given birth to you in the first place! I should have strangled you to prevent you from coming to this world to harm others!"

"Why didn't you die!"

The woman screamed heart-piercingly, cried deafeningly, and her mean and haggard face could no longer see the elegance and beauty of the past.

When she looked at Fu Ji, it was as if she was looking at an enemy who hated her deeply and hated her to the bone.

Out of control, she even rushed over to slap the tall man, but was easily blocked.

Fu Ji flicked the opponent's hand, and the weak woman fell to the ground.

That indifferent sculpture-like face was devoid of emotion, and the dark black pupils were numb and empty.

He elicited a smile.

Mocking and sarcasm.

"I'm dead."

"I'm already dead."

Those who are alive are nothing but monsters in human bodies.

The light above the head was so red and white that it was dazzling, Fu Ji could hear the sharp and vicious cursing of the woman in the room as well as the sound of throwing things even at the door.

"Are you coming back tonight?" Qingyue's hoarse voice came from the phone.

"No." He sneered, very nasty, "I hope I will go back to fuck"

There was no sound over there, and her breathing seemed to be trembling, as if she couldn't believe that he said such a thing, maybe she felt that his words dirty her ears, maybe she would hang up the phone.

Anyway, it's fine, Fu Ji doesn't want to hear anyone's voice now.

"Why don't you talk? Don't you like it?" He leaned against the wall, tilting his head slightly,

The voice is very frivolous, as if flirting with a cheap plaything.

There was silence on the phone for several seconds. After a while, it was a little cold, like the sound of a breeze.

"speak politely."

"Don't say such foul language."

"Not big or small."

He retorted impatiently, "You care about me?"

The person on the other end of the phone sighed very lightly, as if helpless, but also with a hint of doting that could not be concealed.

"Children's temper, I don't care about you, who will care about you?"

This is the second time she has said it.

But he felt very annoyed, but he calmed down and said lightly: "It's really annoying."
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Yan Ran received a call from Fu Ji in the middle of the night.

After giving three words, he hung up the phone.

"Come pick me up."

The phone quickly popped up the address information sent by Fu Ji.

Yan Ran had no choice but to get up from the bed, hurriedly dressed and rushed over.

When Yan Ran arrived, Fu Ji was leaning on a young lady accompanying him, with his eyes closed, his face was not drunk at all, and he didn't look like he was drunk.

Yan Ran walked over.

There are a few empty wine bottles on the table. It seems that he has drunk a lot, maybe he is really drunk.

The drunk Fu Ji couldn't maintain his human appearance.

"gone."

Yan Ran stood and did not touch him.

Fu Ji ignored her, as if he didn't hear her.

Yan Ran patted his cold face with his hand, "Go home."

Fu Ji's eyes opened a crack, and his handsome face was obscure.

He said, "Go away."

He was the one who called Yan Ran over.

It is he who is calling Yan Ran to roll now.

Yan Ran was not angry, "Stop making trouble."

His bad words were treated mildly, but he was not happy at all, and even a little angry.

He didn't even know what he was mad about.

Yan Ran seemed to never get angry in front of him, and was always so ordinary. It seemed that everything he did, in Yan Ran's eyes, was like a child's play or prank.

He looked very infatuated, as if he really loved him.

Yan Ran wanted to pull him away.

The hostess smiled softly and charmingly, "I'm here to play, let go."

As he spoke, he touched Yan Ran's hand, which was very suggestive.

Yan Ran frowned, and quickly withdrew her hand.

Fu Ji laughed out loud, looking at Yan Ran with a half-smile, the corners of his mouth curved very badly, "Let's play together?"

Yan Ran froze for a moment.

Fu Ji thought that Yan Ran would turn her head and leave, but she didn't. She just stood quietly for a while, and politely asked the hostess if she could leave first.

Under the temptation of Yan Ran's prosperous beauty, even though she was very experienced, the lady accompanying the wine was still blushing when she saw it, and finally left reluctantly.

Fu Ji was still smiling, but it was cold.

She drove Fu Ji to the house slowly.

Back home, Yan Ran questioned like a little daughter-in-law.

"Why do you drink so much?"

Fu Ji snorted:
"What's none of your business? I see that you smiled happily at that woman, why don't you play for a while?"

Yan Ran has a pair of beautiful and affectionate eyes, the tails of which are upturned, glowing red, the same color as peach blossom petals, looking at people is full of affection.

As long as you smile like that, everyone will be fascinated.

She looked at Fu Ji for a while, and she couldn't bear it anymore, her tone was rare and cold: "If you continue like this, I will really be angry."

Fu Ji naturally didn't care, so what if he got angry?It's not that Yan Ran was the first to give in and put on airs.

But he still took two steps closer to Yan Ran, grabbed Yan Ran's hand sullenly, took out a silk scarf and wiped it, paranoid and sick, creepy.

Very simple and bored to think, dirty to death.

He didn't feel a little clean until that piece of skin was rubbed red.

This story is coming to an end (Fu Ji may have a lot of episodes in the future, mainly for abuse)