Chapter 219

On the other hand, the atmosphere in Fu dujun's study was very dignified. Han ran stood on one side and couldn't help complaining secretly. Fu dujun is not gentle and amiable, but the people around him don't feel much sad.

After all, for most capable people, a vigorous boss is definitely much better than a boss who turns three corners in a sentence and changes his face three times a minute.

Although Han ran had not been around Fu dujun for a few years, he also roughly understood Fu dujun's temper.

As long as you don't act smart, do something you shouldn't do, and do everything you do well, no matter how angry you are, governor Fu won't take it out on the people around you.

In fact, Fu Dashao is very similar to Fu dujun. Outsiders say Fu Dashao is difficult to get along with, but Han ran knows that why Xu Shaoming and Xia Weian are loyal to Fu Dashao is not because Fu Dashao is good to the people around him?

On the contrary, Mrs. Fu eats fast and chants Buddha like that. She looks elegant and dignified and rewards the people around her from time to time. The girls and servants in Mrs. Fu's yard are not less angry.

But at the moment, there were bursts of cold on Fu dujun. Even knowing that Fu dujun would not take it out on himself, Han ran felt a little unbearable.

"Go and check your wife's affairs." Fu dujun said coldly for a long time.

Han ran was stunned. "The governor means..."

This meaning is too broad. What and to what extent? How? They are all fastidious.

Madam commander, it's not random. Not everyone has the courage to arrest and kill people in his wife's yard like Fu Dashao.

Over the years, Mrs. Fu has never had any moths in the Fu family and has given birth to three more children. Fu dujun has always respected Mrs. Fu. He doesn't have to be paranoid all day to secretly check his wife. If he has such a small mind, it's not just his wife who needs to be checked.

Fu dujun glared at him and said coldly, "check carefully! Focus on the things she and the boss have done in recent years."

Han ran nodded respectfully, "I see, supervisor."

"Go!" Fu dujun said.

Han ran nodded, saluted, turned and went out.

Walking out of the door, Han ran could not help taking a breath in his heart when he recalled Fu dujun's indifferent look when he had just left.

The Fu family's backyard has been quiet for so many years. It's going to be windy.

In the secret prison of Yongcheng, bored prisoners watched with interest as Xu Shaoming dragged a man in from the outside.

It was really dragging. The man was lying on the ground with his collar dragged by Xu Shaoming. He dragged along all the way, leaving blood stains dragged out all the way.

"Yo, adjutant Xu, what kind of bad luck is this? It's in the hands of Fu Dashao." a prisoner asked excitedly, lying on the railing of his cell.

These people are locked up here. They can't get out. It seems that they can't die for a while. After a long time, they are familiar with the people who come here from time to time.

Xu Shaoming glanced at the speaker, then looked down at the person dragged by him, sneered and said, "it's not long eyes that eat bear heart and leopard courage."

"... Fu Fengcheng is lame and angry?" someone whispered.

Xu Shaoming glanced at the speaker, but didn't care about dragging people in. People in the cell behind him bet on whether the unlucky ghost can come out alive.

Xu Shaoming threw the man in his hand into an empty interrogation room. The man raised his head with some difficulty and looked frightened. "What's this place?"

Xu Shaoming went to the desk in the room and sat down. He opened a book and turned it over. Then he picked up the pen next to him and wrote a few words, "Feng San, what's his real name?"

The unlucky guy is Feng San who has "died".

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 up in a dark, narrow and dark place. The injury to his chest was not serious, at least he couldn't die.

At this moment, where can Feng San not know that he was kidnapped by Xu Shaoming?

Seeing that he didn't cooperate, Xu Shaoming put down his pen and smiled at him. "I advise you to be honest. Anyway, for outsiders, you are already a dead man. Even if you die again, no one will take care of it."

"You..."

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

"Impossible!" Feng San couldn't help jumping up and said. The two young people standing on one side immediately came forward, clasped his arms behind him and knelt down on the ground. "Madam, you won't just forget it! You're dead!"

Xu Shaoming played with the pen in his hand, "What are you daydreaming about? You're a dogleg running errands for your wife, and you expect her to have a conflict with your parents for you? If you're not dead, maybe her wife will save you. If you're dead, what do you expect her to do? Well answer my question, it's the value you have left to live. Otherwise, I'll have to think you're really dead and change a valuable person."

"You want to scare me? I'm not scared!" Feng San sneered.

Xu Shaoming nodded and gestured to the two young people, "let the people around your wife see your means."

The two young men said with a smile, "don't worry, adjutant Xu. There are too many hard bones here, and this can't be ranked."

It's not that there are no hard bones in this prison that they can't deal with, but who are those? How can this be comparable?

Xu Shaoming stood up. "It's hard for the two brothers. I'll go out first."

Before leaving, Xu Shaoming looked at Feng San with a smile, "if I were you, I would be smarter."

Feng San was so cold that he wanted to go back, but Xu Shaoming had opened the door and went out.

On a dark rainy night, it rained cats and dogs, making people cold and biting, like falling into an ice cave.

Fu Fengcheng didn't know how long he had been lying in the rain, an hour, a day, a month, or a year?

The cold sting made him know that he had not died and that he had not completely lost consciousness.

In his memory, there was seldom such heavy rain in the north in early winter. But at this time, heaven seemed to be deliberately against him, and the pouring rain hit him mercilessly.

Not far away, a man wearing a raincoat covering most of his face was looking at him condescending. It was clear that the rain was loud, but the other party's voice was clearly transmitted into his ears, "Tut, they all said that the North dragon and the South Phoenix are the favorite of heaven, and even their parents can't accommodate you. Fu Dashao, what kind of favorite of heaven are you?"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Fu Fengcheng! Fu Fengcheng!"

Lengsa looked anxiously at the people close to her. Fu Fengcheng was cold and pale, and even the whole person was trembling.

A pair of sword eyebrows frowned tightly, and their foreheads were covered with fine beads of sweat, as if they had fallen into some terrible nightmare.

But what terrible nightmare does a man like Fu Fengcheng have to have to make him like this?

"Fu Fengcheng!"

Lengsa hugged her and shouted again and again.

But Fu Fengcheng seemed to have completely fallen into a nightmare, and he couldn't hear the cold sound at all.

The original pale face gradually became cold, but lengsa felt a cold murderous spirit emanating from him.

The original trembling seemed to stop slowly. Even the sleeping face with eyes closed was not usually calm, but murderous.

In the dream, Fu Fengcheng's eyes were red with blood. In the same rainy night, in the same wilderness, countless bodies lay on the ground, scattered to the end of the rain curtain at random.

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

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

At this time, he had stood up with a long knife in his hand, and the blade was stained with blood. He walked towards the man step by step with a knife. His legs were still bleeding, but it didn't seem to have any effect on his walking.

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

"Even my mother can't accommodate you. Why don't you die?"

"Why don't you die..."

"You crazy thing! Why don't you die?" the woman's sharp voice cut through time and space and the rain curtain into his ears. Fu Fengcheng looked coldly at the man on the ground, raised his long knife and stabbed it without hesitation.

"Fu Fengcheng! Fu Fengcheng!"

Lengsa looked at Fu Fengcheng, who looked more and more terrible and ferocious. He no longer hesitated, stretched out his hand and pinched several painful places on him.

The person who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes. Lengsa saw a pair of dark red eyes full of violence and cruelty before he could relax.

"Fu Fengcheng! Wake up!"

Fu Fengcheng just lifted his hand into the air and paused for a moment. He stared at lengsa for a long time before opening his mouth. His voice was hoarse and said, "is it you?"

"Wake up?" Leng SA looked at her.

Fu Fengcheng closed his eyes. He saw his terrible expression in lengsa's eyes.

"Just wake up." Leng SA loosened his airway, "are you okay?"

Fu Fengcheng slowly put down his hand and tightly hugged lengsa, "it's all right."

The cold body as if immersed in ice water gradually began to warm up.