Chapter 288

The man's strength was too strong. Su Mi stepped back uncontrollably and sat down in the mud. She propped herself on her elbow and stared at Fu Yichen with hostile eyes.

From the moment Fu Yichen admitted that he only used her as a tool to vent his desire, Su Mi's heart broke.

But her love for Fu Yichen was hard to accept. She was still hoping that there was a mistake. He was lying. She is still greedy. Even if her self-esteem has been trampled to pieces by him, she still craves this love.

However, after Fu Yichen prevented her from seeing Jiabao and Jiabei, Su MI was completely desperate and hated Fu Yichen.

He is so cruel!

"Fu Yichen, you are neither a God nor a king. Now you are a society ruled by law. The names of Su Jiabei and Su Jiabao have always been recorded in my su Mi's household register! If you don't return Jia Bei and Jia Bao to me, I will sue you to court! I su Mi, barefoot, don't be afraid of wearing shoes! Don't you try!"

Su Mi stood up from the ground, raised her head, and her voice was cold and resolute.

She looked very embarrassed now, but there seemed to be infinite explosive power in her body, which was driven to a dead end by him, like the fearlessness and desperate of a fugitive.

Fu Yichen was shocked, and his eyes locked her deeply, precipitating the emotion that Su Mi couldn't understand. But then he just smiled contemptuously, "OK, just try."

He said, sat in the car and slammed the door.

The iron door of the villa had been opened. Song Zhe dared not hesitate. He looked sympathetically at Su MI and drove the car into the villa.

Su Mi wants to go after Jiabei and Jiabao, but she is stopped by the bodyguard who rushes out.

Su Mi watched Fu Yichen get off the bus through the rain and shouted angrily.

"Fu Yichen! I regret knowing you! If I can choose, I'd rather let Su Qiang succeed five years ago than meet you!"

Fu Yichen got out of the car and heard Su Mi's angry roar. His back stiffened and his fists clenched. At last he said nothing and walked into the villa.

Su Mi watched the cold figure disappear. In a trance, it seemed as if time had gone back and returned to the beginning of acquaintance.

She stopped Fu Yichen here again and again and begged him to donate bone marrow to Zhou Qingyang.

But at that time, she still had children around and held hope.

But now?

The children are gone. Fu Yichen has never loved her. Even Zhou Qingyang, who has taken good care of her for several years and regarded her as a relative, has betrayed her for no reason

Su Mi doesn't know why all this is. It's like a ridiculous nightmare. She can't get out.

She completely lost all her strength, staggered two steps back and fell to the ground again.

When the bodyguard saw that she no longer broke in, he closed the door and left quickly.

In the villa, Fu Yichen's clothes haven't dried yet. It's bad outside. Even if it's already light, the lights in the villa are bright.

As soon as Fu Yichen walked into the bright villa, Zhou Bo found his face flushed.

"Did the young master drink?"

Approaching, Zhou BOCAI found that Fu Yichen didn't smell of the wine. He was surprised, "young master has a fever!"

He hurried forward to help Fu Yichen, but Fu Yichen swept the crowd with cold eyes, "get out!"

He said that, went upstairs directly and instinctively wanted to go in the direction of the bedroom. However, after taking two steps, he stopped and didn't want to go back to the bedroom with infinite lingering memories with that woman.

He turned around, went to the study again, and slammed the door.

Zhou Bo hurriedly called a private doctor and asked people to prepare ginger jujube tea to dispel the cold.

He personally carried ginger tea upstairs. Thinking of Su MI, he ordered, "fill a bowl and send it to the young grandmother at the door."

Wu Ma responded quickly, filled a bowl and went out. However, when she took her umbrella to the gate, Su MI was gone.

Wu Ma looked at the tumbling umbrella in front of the empty gate and sighed a long sigh.

Zhou Bo's bowl of ginger soup failed to let Fu Yichen drink. He couldn't even get in the door.

Zhou Bo sighed and went downstairs. He saw that Song Zhe had changed his clothes and was sitting on the sofa drinking ginger jujube tea. He didn't get angry. He came forward and slapped Song Zhe on the head.

"Drink! Drink! You know yourself! Why don't you drink to death?"

Song Zhe, "..."

The young master is in a bad mood. Do you want him to die? He has been tossing with the young master all night.

Song Zhe was very wronged and looked at Zhou Bo with tearful eyes

Uncle Zhou was upset. "All right, all right, drink quickly and talk about it. Young master, what's going on?"

"I really don't know..."

"Little rabbit, you follow the young master all day. It's all for nothing!"

Zhou Bo slapped Song Zhe on the back of his head again. Song Zhe was about to drink ginger tea. He choked, and his tears really fell.

"Uncle Zhou, I will never love you again!"

Zhou Bo, "..."

At this time, song Ze came in from the outside. He was still wrapped with bandages on his body and arms, "maybe I know the reason."

Song Zhe looked up and was surprised.

Uncle Zhou also got up in surprise. "Why are you discharged from the hospital? Your ribs are broken. What are you running back and forth?"

Several people hurriedly arranged song Ze, and then asked what song Ze Gang meant. Song Ze took out two photos from his pocket.

"Anyway, the young master just looked at these two photos and suddenly something was wrong. I guess everything has something to do with the person in the photo. Look, uncle Zhou. Do you know the people above?"

Song Ze had Fu Yichen's office cleaned up, sent the two photos to the hospital, and then rushed back.

However, he looked at the photos and found nothing.

Zhou Bo took it suspiciously and looked at it. His expression changed greatly. His hands trembled and asked urgently, "who is the person in this picture?"

"This is Zhou Qingyang, the young lady's ex husband... No, no, the young lady and he have no substantive and legal relationship. In short, the young lady asked the young master to donate bone marrow because of this person."

Song Ze saw that Zhou Bo looked serious, as if the matter was important, and he didn't feel a little incoherent.

Zhou Bo's face changed several times, and then murmured, "it's so, it's him..."

Song Zhe stamped his foot, "what's going on, uncle Zhou?"

But Uncle Zhou ignored them. Suddenly he got up and strode upstairs to the study.

When he arrived at the study this time, he rushed in without knocking.

A smell of smoke filled his nose. Zhou Bo saw Fu Yichen sitting behind his desk, his face blurred by the smoke at the end of his fingers. He was still wearing his wet clothes, and the whole man was like an iceberg that would crack at any time in silence.