Being a Lady of an Influential Family

  Chapter 219 Big and Young’s Nightmare (two more)

  On the other side, the atmosphere in Governor Fu’s study seemed extremely solemn, and Han Ran could not help but groan secretly in his heart while standing on the side. Dujun Fu is not a gentle and amiable temperament, but the people around him don't feel that sad either.

  After all, for most capable people, a resolute boss is definitely much easier to get along with than a boss who turns three turns in one sentence and changes his face three times a minute.

  Han Ran has not been with Fu Dujun for a few years, but he can roughly understand Fu Dujun's temper.

  As long as you don’t be clever and do things you shouldn’t do, and do everything you need to do, Governor Fu will not let the people around him get angry regardless of his anger.

This point is actually very similar to Fu Dashao. Outsiders say that Fu Dashao is not easy to get along with, but Han Ran knows why these people like Xu Shaoming and Xia Weian are loyal to Fu Dashao, not because Fu Dashao treats those around him. How are people?

  On the contrary, Mrs. Fu eats Zhai Nian Bu like that. She looks elegant and dignified and sometimes rewards people around her. The maid in Mrs. Fu’s yard is often a punching bag.

  But at this moment, the chills coming out of Governor Fu, even Han Ran felt a bit unbearable even knowing that Governor Fu would not be angry with him.

   "Let's check the affairs of Mrs. Fu." After a long time, Governor Fu said coldly.

  Han Ran was taken aback, "The warlord means..."

The meaning of    is too broad. What and to what extent? How to check? They are all exquisite.

   Tangtang Madam Overseer, it is not for random investigation. Not everyone has the courage to go directly to his wife's yard to arrest and murder like Young Master Fu.

  In these years, Mrs. Fu took care of the fact that the Fu family hadn't had any moths, and gave birth to three more children. Governor Fu has always respected Mrs. Fu. He wouldn't be so suspicious of his wife all day long, he wanted to be so small-minded, and it wasn't just his wife who would be investigated.

   Governor Fu glared at him, and said coldly: "Check carefully! Focus on checking the affairs between her and the boss in the past few years."

  Han Ran nodded respectfully, "Understood, Warlord."

   "Go!" Fu Dujun said.

  Han Ran nodded, saluted and turned to go out.

  Walking out the door, recalling the indifferent look of Fu Dujun when he had just left, Han Ran couldn't help taking a breath in his heart.

  Fu’s backyard has been quiet for so many years, this is going to be windy.

In the secret prison in Yongcheng City, bored prisoners watched Xu Shaoming entertainingly, dragging a person in from outside.

   was really dragging, the man lying on the ground was dragged by Xu Shaoming's neckline and dragged forward like this, leaving traces of dragged blood along the way.

   "Oh, Adjutant Xu, this is where the unlucky ghost is in the hands of Young Master Fu." A prisoner leaned on the cell railing and asked with interest.

  These people are locked up here, and they can’t get out. They don’t seem to die for a while. After a long time, they get acquainted with people who come here from time to time.

  Xu Shaoming glanced at the speaker, then looked down at the person being dragged by him, and sneered, "This is not because of the lack of eyes."

   "...Fu Fengcheng's leg is lame, and he is still so angry?" Someone muttered softly.

  Xu Shaoming glanced at the speaker, but didn't care about dragging the person in. The people in the cell behind him bet on whether the hapless ghost could survive.

  Xu Shaoming threw the man in his hand into an empty interrogation room. The man raised his head with some difficulty, with a panic expression, "Where is this place?"

  Xu Shaoming went to sit behind the desk in the room, opened a notebook and flipped through it, then picked up the pen next to him and wrote a few words, “Feng San, what’s your real name?”

  The unlucky ghost is Feng San who has been "dead".

  Feng San also thought he was dead, after all, he was really shot by Xu Shaoming.

  But when he woke up again, he was locked in a dark, narrow and dark place. The chest injury was not serious, at least he could not die.

  How could Feng San not know that he was kidnapped by Xu Shaoming at this moment?

Seeing that he didn't cooperate, Xu Shaoming put down the pen and smiled at him, "I urge you to be honest, anyway, you are already dead to outsiders. Even if you die again, no one will care."

"you……"

  Xu Shaoming said: "Yes, I killed you in front of everyone, but now...I'm still sitting here. Do you think Madam will treat me for you?"

"Impossible!" Feng San couldn't help jumping up and saying, the two young men standing on the side immediately stepped forward, buckled his arms and fell to his knees, "Madam won't just let it go! You! Dead!"

Xu Shaoming played with the pen in his hand, "What do you do daydreaming? You are a doggie who runs errands for your wife, and you expect your wife to fight for you? If you don't die, maybe your wife will save you, and you are dead. What do you expect Madam to do? Answer my question well, it is the only value you have left to live. Otherwise, I will have to replace you with a valuable person when you are really dead."

  "Do you want to scare me? I am not scared!" Feng San sneered.

  Xu Shaoming nodded, and gestured to the two young men, "Let the people around Madam look at your methods."

  The two young men smiled, “Adjutant Xu, don’t worry, we have a lot of hard bones here, and this one cannot be ranked.”

  It’s not that there are hard bones that they can’t deal with in this prison, but who are those? How can this one compare?

  Xu Shaoming stood up and said, "I have two hard-working brothers, I will go out first."

   Before leaving, Xu Shaoming looked at Feng San with a smile but a smile, "If I were you, be smart."

  Feng San was cold all over by him, and wanted to say something to go back, but Xu Shaoming had already opened the door and walked out.

  Dark rainy night, the pouring rain hit the body and made people feel cold and bitter, like falling into an ice cave.

  Fu Fengcheng did not know how long he had been lying in the rain, one hour, one day, one month, or one year?

  The cold sting let him know that he is not dead, and he has not completely lost consciousness.

  In his memory, there is rarely such a heavy rain in the north in early winter. But at this time, it was as if God was deliberately opposing him, and the pouring rain hit him without mercy.

Not far away, a man wearing a raincoat and covering most of his face was looking at him condescendingly. The sound of the rain was so loud that the other party's voice came into his ears clearly, "Tsk, they all say the pride of the North Dragon and the South Phoenix. , Even your mother can't tolerate you, Young Master Fu, what are you the proud son of heaven?"

   "Boom! Bang! Bang!"

  "Fu Fengcheng! Fu Fengcheng!"

  Leng Sa looked anxiously at the person next to her, Fu Fengcheng was cold and pale, and even his whole body was shaking.

  A pair of sword eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and the forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, as if he had fallen into some terrible nightmare.

  But what a terrible nightmare does a person like Fu Fengcheng need to make him like this?

   "Fu Fengcheng!"

   Leng Sa held her, shouting again and again.

  However, Fu Fengcheng seemed to have been completely fallen into a nightmare, and could not hear the cold Sa's voice at all.

  The original pale face gradually became cold, but Leng Sa felt a biting murderous aura emanating from him.

   The original tremor seemed to have slowly stopped, even the face that was sleeping with his eyes closed was not the usual calmness but a murderous look.

  Fu Fengcheng's eyes were blood red in his dream. In the same rainy night, in the same wilderness, there were countless corpses lying on the ground randomly scattered to the end of the rain curtain.

  Just now, he was still in front of him. The man was already lying on the ground, the heavy rain washed the blood away from him, but there was always a steady stream of blood pouring out, as if it would never flow out.

  Fu Fengcheng has forgotten that he was shot in the leg not long ago, so he has been lying in the rain for so long.

  At this moment, he has stood up, carrying a long knife with the blade in his hand stained with blood. He carried the knife and walked towards the person step by step, his legs were still bleeding but it seemed to have no effect on his walking.

  The people on the ground opened their eyes wide and stared at Fu Fengcheng with a grinning smile.

   "Even your mother-in-law can't tolerate you, why are you still alive?"

   "Why are you still not dead..."

"You crazy thing! Why don't you die?!" The woman's sharp voice cut through time and space and the rain screen and passed into his ears. Fu Fengcheng looked at the man on the ground with cold eyes, and raised the long knife in his hand without hesitation. The ground was stabbed with a knife.

  "Fu Fengcheng! Fu Fengcheng!"

  Leng Sa looked at Fu Fengcheng, who was looking more and more terrifying and ferocious, and no longer hesitated to stretch out his hand and pinch some sore spots on his body.

  The person who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes. Before Leng Sa could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a pair of dark red eyes full of violence and viciousness.

   "Fu Fengcheng! You give me a clearer mind!"

  Fu Fengcheng paused for a moment with his hand that had just been raised in mid-air, and stared at Leng Sa for a while before speaking, with a hoarse voice, "Is it you?"

   "Wake up?" Leng Sa looked at him and said.

   Fu Fengcheng closed his eyes, and he saw his horrible expression in Leng Sa’s eyes.

   "It's fine if you wake up." Leng Sa said with a sigh of relief, "Are you okay?"

  Fu Fengcheng slowly lowered his hand and held Leng Sa tightly, "It's okay."

  The cold body that seemed to be immersed in ice water gradually began to warm up.

  (End of this chapter)