Mr. Fu hurt her to the bone

Chapter 165 She saw Fu Jingxing on the TV screen, he was holding Qin Wan's arm like a gentleman...

At this time, on the subway launcher, applause one after another and the sound of camera clicks were heard endlessly. Zhang Zhu glanced casually, but his gaze was fixed bit by bit, and he couldn't move anymore.

The spotlight was blindingly bright and flickering non-stop. Reporters swarmed almost all the entrances and exits. Countless young girls desperately screamed a name: Fu Jingxing, Fu Jingxing...

He likes to wear black suits, and almost all his shirts are black. He has a stern personality and doesn't like to laugh, but she has seen his gentle and chuckling all over.

Standing beside him was a tall and beautiful beauty. If her memory was not wrong, she could easily pronounce the name of that beauty, Qin Wan.

The hero and heroine in the story come to the world from the screen and still want to be the most loving couple.

He is a gentleman holding Qin Wan's arm, his tall and straight figure is like a mountain, and his figure is like a jade, as if standing beside him, even if he doesn't speak, it is enough to make people feel at ease.

After all, Qin Wan is a newcomer, she looks a little scared, her heels seem to be too high, her skirt is too long, and she walks a little unsteadily.

His pace slowed down a little, and he helped her lift up the skirt in a decent and polite manner. Qin Wan smiled gratefully at him, and the smile was sweet, which was what the most beautiful girl at this age should look like.

Because of the little interaction between the two, the girls outside the red carpet suddenly screamed several times higher, piercingly loud.

Fu Jingxing stopped his pace and turned slightly sideways. He never smiled, and even looked indifferent on his face. He just waved his hands slightly to those girls who were blushing and desperately screaming his name. The whole world, It seems to be boiling.

Some people couldn't help whispering that such a grand occasion could only be seen when Qu Fengchi appeared on stage.

If Fu Jingxing didn't come from such a background, he would probably be able to share the world of this circle with Qu Fengchi equally if he really went to the entertainment industry.

The reporters surrounded them, and tall bodyguards protected the two of them, forcibly vacating a safe area around them.

He still cherishes his words like gold, with a cold expression and sharp eyes, while Qin Wan, after getting over the initial nervousness, gradually became more appropriate in his speech.

Zhang Zhu looked away from the screen, put the back of her hand on the lunch box to test the temperature of the chicken soup inside, when the subway station announcement sounded, she hugged the lunch box tightly and stood up and walked to the door.

When the crowd got out of the car, she looked back. He was standing surrounded by thousands of people, and the smiling girl next to him looked up at him from time to time, her eyes full of admiration.

He suddenly turned his head slightly in the camera, and looked over. She knew that he was not looking at her, but she still shrank her neck and turned around.

After getting off the car, the crowd dispersed, she hugged the lunch box tightly and walked forward quickly, Qu Fengchi was still lying on the hospital bed, waiting for her to bring warm chicken soup.

She didn't have the time to think about everything about Fu Jingxing, she just quickened her pace and walked forward.

Qu Fengchi refused to eat, and after waking up, when he was the weakest, he refused to drink even a sip of water.

This is the only son of his old man. When he received a call from Ning Qingyuan, the old man couldn't hold on, so he immediately fell into an old problem. When he boarded the plane, he was always pushed up in a wheelchair...

I guarded the child for a day and a night, until he finally opened his eyes, but I didn't expect it to be so worry-free.

But now that Qu Fengchi was injured like this, lying on the bed and struggling to breathe, how could the old man be harsh.

"Feng Chi, what's the matter with you? Tell Dad whatever you want, as long as Dad can do it, he will do it for you..."

His mother, Xiao Fengying, wiped her tears with a handkerchief. She had a low status in his family, and the old man didn't like her very much. It was all because of the birth of her only son that she reached the sky and reached the status she has today.

Qu Fengchi is her lifeblood!
When she arrived at Compton, the first thing she did was to drive the woman out of the hospital and not allow her to get any closer to Fengchi.

Originally, according to her idea, her good son was killed like this, and she had all the thoughts in killing that woman, but Qingyuan was there at the time and stopped her. For the sake of the Ning family and Qingyuan, it was not good To give him face, I had no choice but to swallow this breath.

Qu Fengchi didn't speak, but turned his head with difficulty to look around, but the room was full of people, but she couldn't be seen.

His breathing became short of breath, and the sound of wheezing and wheezing became faster and faster, his old man's expression changed drastically, and Xiao Fengying's face turned pale with fright, and she even forgot to cry.

Only Ning Qingyuan stood alone behind the crowd, gritted his teeth and watched Qu Fengchi's getting weaker and weaker, and sighed heavily.

These are all injustices, which cannot be escaped, cannot be escaped.

"Fengchi."

Ning Qingyuan stepped forward and held his cold and trembling hand: "She's fine, she's back to the apartment."

Qu Fengchi's eyes, which were originally tightly closed, suddenly opened. He stared at Ning Qingyuan, watched him nod his head cautiously, and replied affirmatively again: "She's fine, she's fine, she's just too tired. I'll let her go back to rest first."

"Drink some water, you can't eat too much now, but it's okay to drink some soup..."

Ning Qingyuan brought a water glass over, but Qu Fengchi still kept his mouth shut, refusing to drink.

He didn't have the strength to speak yet, but Ning Qingyuan couldn't understand the meaning in his eyes.

He looked at him, was silent for three seconds, put down his water glass, turned around, and asked the old man to go to the other room to talk: "Old man, you have also seen that Fengchi has a stubborn temper, and no one can do what he is sure of." If you can bear it, according to me, let her take care of Fengchi."

The old man was a little surprised: "Her? Qingyuan, who are you talking about? It's that... the girl named Nie?"

Ning Qingyuan briefly mentioned Nie Zhangzhu when he called.

Xiao Fengying immediately stood up, her slender eyebrows were frowned on her well-maintained face, and she couldn't hide her distaste: "No way! A noble person like us Fengchi almost lost his life because of her, I didn't want her Paying for your life is a gift, and you want her to take care of Fengchi? It's impossible, I don't agree!"

　In the future, I won’t continue to write the rules of a small theater with many monthly tickets. I found that I was the only one who was making a fuss in full swing, asking for no fun.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)