After wearing a book, I was spoiled by a rich man

Chapter 87

Sensing Fu Shaoting's cold gaze, the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground slowly raised his head, exposing his ashen face to the air, he looked gloomy, but it's not hard to imagine He Fangfeng when he was young He is a handsome and handsome person, and if there is an elderly person present at this time, he will definitely recognize this middle-aged man who is full of lifelessness as Fu Cheng, the former head of the Fu family.

Fu Cheng's hair was messed up, and his clothes were also messy. He coughed heavily, looked at Fu Shaoting who was sitting high on the chair with cloudy eyes, and said hoarsely: "Is that child calling? "

Fu Shaoting didn't admit it, nor denied it, so Fu Cheng continued: "What's the name of that child...Ye Yu." There was a touch of nostalgia in his tone, "I remember I hugged him when I was a child, and he was still a child at that time. Little Fatty, I never imagined that when I grow up, I will become so beautiful, with a beautiful face... the old things of the Ye family really know how to name them."

"..."

After being silent for a while, Fu Shaoting stood up and walked to Fu Cheng's side, and raised his foot to kick Fu Cheng's chest viciously. He didn't have any strength in this kick, and he kicked Fu Cheng into the air, and finally fell on the ground. meters away.He listened to Fu Cheng's miserable screams and groans, but he smiled heartily. Although the smile didn't reach his eyes and his expression was calm, it didn't stop him from warning Fu Cheng—— "You have no right to mention his name."

For a name to be spoken through Fu Chengzhi's mouth, this is the greatest blasphemy against the name.

"Cough cough." Fu Cheng coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood foam. It seemed that Fu Shaoting's foot had injured his internal organs, and his whole body showed the lethargic state of a dying person.He staggered up and fell back to the ground very quickly, looking as embarrassed as he could be. "That child is really clean." Finally recovering, Fu Cheng continued to stimulate Fu Shaoting's overly sensitive nerves, "It's as clean as your mother, no wonder you like him."

"You don't deserve to mention my mother." Fu Shaoting bent down and punched Fu Cheng in the face, then pulled Fu Cheng's hair, his eyes were red and he yelled sharply, his voice was like ice that could not be melted in the cold winter months, Every word is like a sharp ice pick, "Fu Cheng, you are not worthy."

"I'm not worthy?" Fu Cheng laughed as if he heard the funniest joke in the world. His sinister laughter seemed like a layman playing a piano that was out of tune. There was no aesthetic feeling at all, only endless irritability and pain. "Where am I unworthy?" He said sarcastically after laughing tiredly, "Lin Yangshi is the wife I am marrying, and if I don't like her, she is also mine, so why can't I mention her? Besides, you don't even know your mother How much you love me, even if I make things difficult for you, you will still..."

Before Fu Cheng could finish his sentence, Fu Shaoting grabbed his head and slammed it on the ground. The floor was covered with beautifully patterned marble floor tiles, which were much harder than ordinary solid wood floors. , Fu Cheng's eyes were filled with pain, and he began to beg Fu Shaoting for mercy without any image.But Fu Shaoting chose to ignore his wailing, and smashed Fu Cheng's head on the ground one after another with cold eyes, and his strength became stronger and stronger. For a while, only "dong dong" hitting the ground could be heard in the small room. and Fu Cheng's miserable screams.

When the endless screams became insignificant, Fu Shaoting finally let go of Fu Cheng's head, and pinched Fu Cheng's neck to force him to look at him.Fu Cheng's current appearance can only be described as miserable, a huge dent appeared on his forehead, and blood gushed out of it like a water column, mixed with his tears and snot, covering his entire face.

Looking at Fu Cheng's bloody face, Fu Shaoting redoubled his strength in disgust, making Fu Cheng's already gloomy face a little more bruised.

"Let go...let go."

Fu Shaoting turned a deaf ear, his eyes were so cold that there was no warmth at all, but he smiled gently and asked Fu Cheng who was on the verge of suffocation: "Do you still want to mention my mother?"

"No, no, no." Fu Cheng shook his head and denied again, "Let go... let go... let go."

After getting the answer he wanted, Fu Shaoting just threw Fu Cheng on the ground like throwing rubbish. He took out a handkerchief to wipe off Fu Cheng's blood that accidentally got on his hands, and pointed to Gu calmly and sat back on the chair he was sitting on just now. .He sat down and looked around in this narrow and dark room. This was the little black room where Fu Cheng locked him up again and again, and everything was still as he remembered it.

This room symbolizes his unfortunate childhood, and his misfortune was caused by Fu Cheng himself, so after deciding to clear all the obstacles, he sent someone to kidnap Fu Cheng, who was having trouble/cloud/over/rain with his lover Come here and lock Fu Cheng into this little black room.

And just like what Fu Cheng had done to him, he chose to return those tortures in full. He did not give Fu Cheng food and water, nor did he give Fu Cheng the right to see the sun.

"Shaoting." Fu Cheng crawled towards Fu Shaoting's direction with a pale face. Fu Shaoting's actions reminded him of the fear of death buried deep in his heart, and his mind was on the verge of collapse. He wanted to He can't die, he can't die, he tried his best to escape from the prison, how could he just die.

Under Fu Shaoting's sympathetic gaze, Fu Cheng crawled to the side of the chair where Fu Shaoting was sitting. He stretched out his bloody/stained hand to pull Fu Shaoting's clean suit trousers, and said with a trembling voice: "Shaoting, Shaoting, read In our father-son relationship, I beg you to let me go, I beg you to let me go, I can't... I can't stay here any longer, I will die."

"I won't let you die." Fu Shaoting leaned over to comfort him, "As you said, we are father and son after all, how can a son be willing to kill his father?"

This sentence made Fu Cheng completely collapsed: "Fu Shaoting, what exactly do you want to do? You might as well just kill me."

"What do I want to do? I want to ask you this question instead." Fu Shaoting kicked Fu Cheng away calmly, and asked puzzledly, "If you stay in prison honestly, I will definitely let you go , but why did you run away? Fu Cheng, Fu Cheng, what do you want to do?"

"Let me go?" Fu Cheng screamed like salt being sprinkled on the wound, "You have no idea what kind of life I lived in there... No, you know, those people were all ordered by you to humiliate me of."

"Father's words are biased." Fu Shaoting counterattacked calmly, "Father is afraid that he forgot that those people went to jail because of you, then they will humiliate father, and you are the one to blame. I have nothing to do with you." Relationship." But he did use some means to lock Fu Cheng together with those chess pieces that Fu Cheng abandoned, he didn't want to do it himself, dog bite dog is the most beautiful thing.

"Fu Shaoting, you are a lunatic." Fu Cheng roared, "You will go to hell sooner or later."

"Hell?" Fu Shaoting sneered, "I won't go to hell, but father, you should think about this issue. Don't forget how you treated me and mother back then. Fu Cheng, you must not know how much I hate you. I wish I could kill you with my own hands."

"Then you kill me." Fu Cheng yelled, "Don't you have a knife at hand? You can kill me now."

Fu Shaoting took the dagger in his hand and weighed it: "I won't take it easy on you, you have to live well and endure the suffering that my mother and I have suffered."

"Why do you have to say it so grandly, Fu Shaoting, don't you dare?" Fu Cheng stared at Fu Shaoting viciously with eyes quenched by the poison of cobra snakes, "That child is so clean, if you kill me, how can you still be worthy of him. "

Fu Shaoting's expression can only be described as cruel: "Shut up."

"But do you think you are worthy now?" Fu Cheng cursed bitterly, "You are an out-and-out lunatic, you have my blood flowing on your body, it is impossible for me not to understand you."

"Does that kid know that your condition is actually many times worse than what you told him?"

Fu Shaoting: "..."

"And does he know what you're doing?"

"Does he know that you are a man of all means?" Fu Cheng suddenly fell on the ground and applauded in admiration, "As expected of my son, you really look like me."

Fu Shaoting's expression was full of hostility: "I'm not like you at all." Then he threw the dagger in his hand at Fu Cheng's head with a clear target. Can watch as the dagger brushes past his temple and lands with a final clang on the marble floor.

The smell of fresh blood filled the air again.

"Didn't I say that you are not qualified to mention him? Father doesn't have a long memory." Fu Shaoting stood up and stepped on Fu Cheng's temple. He rubbed Fu Cheng's injured temple with his heel, and said with a light smile, "Don't think that I don't know that you are trying to provoke me by saying this, so that I can kill you in a fit of anger. I told you that I will not let you do what you want."

"You kill me, you kill me." Fu Cheng yelled hysterically, "Fu Shaoting, can you kill me? Look at what life I'm living now, help me, save me Me, I know I shouldn't treat Lin Yangshi that way, it's my fault, it's all my fault."

Fu Shaoting asked an irrelevant question: "Did you tell Grandpa about the matter between me and Ye Yu?"

"It's me." Fu Chengyu said incoherently, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told my father, you forgive me, you forgive me."

"why?"

"Why?" Fu Cheng went crazy again, "I'm jealous of you, I'm jealous that you can be with the person you like, but my father forced me to marry Lin Yangshi, you should be the same as me, you shouldn't be so happy."

"Because grandpa ruined you, you want to destroy me, don't you?"

Fu Cheng: "Yes."

Fu Shaoting's eyes were inexplicably hot: "You said you liked Shang Hanya, but now you sent her to prison. Is this what you mean by liking?"

"I like her so much, but she was with other men when I was in prison." Fu Cheng sneered, "She is a water/sexual/yang/flower slut/woman/person, so I want to take revenge on her. "

"Oh." Fu Shaoting didn't want to say anything now, he just hated, hated his mother for losing her life for such a man.

"Shaoting, can you let me go?"

I don't know how long it has passed, when Fu Shaoting thought that Fu Cheng had given up, Fu Cheng begged again in a humble manner, but he still didn't pay attention, but said decisively: "You should stay here, I won't let you go Let's go, don't even think about committing suicide again, you know it's..."

He turned around while talking, and then saw the person standing at the door of the small black room, at this moment his blood was flowing backwards.Fu Shaoting looked at the silent Ye Yu in disbelief. He didn't know why Ye Yu appeared here. He looked down at his blood-stained hand, and then at Fu Cheng who was laughing wantonly. All are collapsing.

"...Ye Yu."

Fu Shaoting closed his eyes tightly in pain, he didn't dare to look into Ye Yu's eyes, for fear of seeing the slightest disgust and fear from those star-like pupils.Will Ye Yu be afraid of him?Will you hate him?Will you leave him?

Will not.

He won't allow this to happen.

Fu Shaoting opened his eyes, but lowered his eyelids, making it almost impossible to see the color of his eyes, but he knew in his heart that his eyes were full of hostility and possessiveness.

He walked towards Ye Yu slowly, and then saw Ye Yu take half a step back subconsciously, all his dark side swelled wildly because of Ye Yu's step.

Does this mean to leave him?

No.

Absolutely not.

He won't let go.

So what is he going to do?

Correct.

Lock Ye Yu up with a chain, and lock him in a place where only people know.

"You're so dirty, don't touch me."

Fu Shaoting suddenly heard Ye Yu say that.

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