Fu Xichen fixed his eyes on the woman on the stage and drank one cup after another.

His thoughts were a little divergent, and he thought wickedly in his heart, if one day he pulled Fu Yunting off the stage, would his woman still stay with him?

After shaking his head, Fu Xichen laughed at himself and got up to go to the bathroom.

On the way back, I passed the corner and heard the cry of a woman.

"Let go of me. I only sing on the stage and don't have the habit of private room service. Don't deceive people too much."

"Oh, little beauty, aren't you here to earn money? Just go with your brothers. We promise to give you several times more money than you sing here tonight."

"No, you let go of me, help."

“......”

Fu Xichen frowned, stopped and looked sideways. He saw that three men were forcibly dragging a woman into the private room.

"Help, brother, help me."

The woman caught a glimpse of Fu Xichen and cried eagerly for help.

Fu Xichen is in a bad mood today and suddenly has a desire to hit people.

Pulling open the two buttons in front of his chest, Fu Xichen walked towards several people with a overcast face.

"Let her go."

Hearing Fu Xichen's words, the three men stopped and looked at Fu Xichen provocatively.

"Where's the little white face? Want to be a flower escort? Don't look..."

Before he finished, Fu Xichen's fist came out.

The person who made the noise was beaten and covered his eyes with a wail.

The other two were stunned. They didn't expect Fu Xichen to start fighting when he didn't agree. Then they stroked up their sleeves fiercely and waved their fists at Fu Xichen.

Fu Xichen coldly hooked the corners of his lips, punched hard, and beat the three to the ground.

"Oh, don't... don't fight, brother. We're wrong. Let us go."

Seeing that Fu Xichen was quick and cruel, they were beaten on the ground. He didn't let them go and begged for mercy.

After some action, Fu Xichen's wine spirit dissipated half, and his depression dissipated a lot.

Kicked one of them hard and turned to leave.

"Big... Big brother, thank you today."

Seeing that Fu Xichen was leaving, the woman standing by hurriedly took a step forward and bowed deeply to Fu Xichen.

Fu Xichen's footsteps paused slightly and glanced at her faintly, but he was slightly stunned when he saw her face.

A picture of his own mother flashed through his mind.

The face in front of me is somewhat similar to my own mother.

Especially those eyes, water eyes, affectionate, pick on the end of the eyes, with a trace of seduction.

Fu Xichen's mind moved and he suddenly had an idea in his heart.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Gu Luoluo."

"Well, can I talk to you?"

"Oh, OK."

......

For two days, Xia Ling was still busy.

Although the killer who poisoned the warmth has not been found, there is another good news.

Fu Yunting used Professor Yin's relationship to find an internationally renowned throat expert to diagnose and treat the patient.

In the hospital, Xia Ling was accompanied by some nervous warmth and accepted the consultation of experts.

After a diagnosis, the leading throat expert gave a positive answer.

The warm voice can be cured, but her voice should not be as clear as before.

Hearing this, Xia Ling and warm looked at each other, and their eyes twinkled with excitement.

No matter what the sound becomes, as long as the voice can be cured.

"Thank you, Dr. Li. Let's talk in the office."

Fu Yunting bent the corner of his lips and motioned the leading doctor to take a step first.

He glanced at Xia Ling and saw his daughter-in-law looking at him. Fu Yunting's face flashed a trace of joy.

Sample, I know his ability. Should I serve him better in the future!