"Get out."

Qin Bei didn't dare to say anything more and rushed out of the room.

In the dark, Fu Nanli sat on the leather sofa, his eyes were sinister, and a feeling that the situation was beyond his control came into being.

He xihuai's villa, Teresa made a cup of black tea for Wenqiao. Her expression was a little indifferent. He xihuai's mouth was not smiling: "as long as you want, my seat can be given to you at any time."

Wenqiao gave him a sharp look: "did you set up the bureau?"

He xihuai couldn't help laughing when he asked frankly: "you are very smart. I like you so much. Only you can take over my class. Indeed, Fu Xianyuan has always been my man since he died, but it's true that you killed him."

Wenqiao's eyes were burning: "it's you who got me in the wrong place."

"If you say this to the Fu family, will they believe it?"

He xihuai's eyes lingered cautiously, so Wenqiao still thinks that Fu Xianyuan was indeed killed by her, so it's easy to do.

Wenjo gritted his teeth: "you wasted your life just to let me take your seat. You are a devil."

He xihuai poured a glass of whiskey: "when he drove into the sea to commit suicide, my people saved him. I let him live for more than 20 years. His life belongs to me. Is there any problem?"

Wenqiao whispered: "even if you save him, you are not qualified to decide his life and death."

He xihuai sipped his whisky: "are you teaching me to do things? Now, you killed your boyfriend's father. Do you think the Fu family will let you go? "

Wenjo lowered his eyes, complicated and turbulent.

He xihuai saw that she had a tendency to show weakness, and he laughed. He went to her and wanted to touch her head. Wenqiao gently deviated and avoided his hand.

"You see, you all have difficulties. I calculated it in the back, but your boyfriend, your boyfriend's family, they all think it's you who killed Fu Xianyuan, a boyfriend who has no basic trust. What's the use of taking it, don't you?"

He is good at persuasion, as if hypnotizing her, brainwashing her.

Wenjo looked up and looked at him angrily. "You have given me all this. I have broken up with him."

She looked so pitiful that he xihuai did not question her.

"Did you mention the breakup, or did he

Wenjo gritted his teeth: "I raised it myself. What face do I have to face him?"

He xihuai a face distressed: "he did not detain you?"

To sow dissension, he seems to be professional.

Wenqiao's face was full of disgust: "you don't have to cry about mice here, and you'll be merciful."

He xihuai was very happy: "I'll give you time to think about it. If the master Fu knew that his only son was killed by you, he would deal with you. Speaking of it, you cured him a lot of diseases, and he treated you like this. The Fu family has no heart."

Winjo said nothing.

He xihuai touched her head and was pushed away by Wenqiao: "don't touch me."

He xihuai put up his hand: "you are good to think about it, I let people send you back."

Wenqiao returned home in the luxury car of he xihuai. He was about to open the door when his hand was caught.

A great force took her into his arms, and his angry voice was suppressed: "wenjo!"

Wenqiao's heart shook for a moment, saw a pair of sullen eyes, and said bravely: "we didn't break up? Why have you come to my house again