Ji Yunan's finger joints were pinched, and his eyes were thick like ink. "So you clearly have Ji's evidence, and you're willing to give it to her after testing my feelings for Shi Sheng? What if I didn't go to China and bring her back? "

"Then she can completely stay out of the way," said the gentle and gentle man, who was pulled by the collar and looked embarrassed, but he didn't seem to care, and the corners of his lips were a bit ironic. "I can't blame you for these. If Mr. Ji has something to do with Shisheng, what's the significance of giving it to her? Let her tell you that I have evidence of Ji's dark box actions over the years for you to get rid of me? "

"Mean."

Ji Yunan waved his fist mercilessly.

In terms of skill, Fu is not an opponent.

He didn't fight back.

Ji Yunan's blow was very heavy, and he overturned the man sitting on the sofa.

Kevin retreated to the corner to make room for them.

The living room is not wide, but also with miscellaneous furniture, which affects the play.

He also felt that Fu Yi was a poor man.

Fu also bumped into the side of the small several, took a deep breath, the right cheek showed traces of cyan.

He sucked his cheek to relieve the pain. "I'm just gambling. If you don't care about Shi Sheng, the evidence in her hand, whether it's true or false, can't threaten you. For you, it's too easy to get rid of a woman who gets in the way. There are no less than 100 ways. I just calculate human nature, and it's not mean."

"You bully a woman who is powerless, and now you have the face to say that you are not mean."

It's a few more punches.

Fu also did not fight back, and let him fight without expression.

Kevin frowned, "Ji Shao."

Ji Yunan can't bear these punches, not to mention that he is a weak chicken.

It's not good to kill people.

Where did the extremely angry man listen to him? He raised his hand and saw that another blow was going to hit him heavily

The door of the bedroom was suddenly pulled open, and a woman ran out of it.

She was wearing a simple housecoat, short hair and natural black. Not very outstanding appearance, but also a small jasper, a pair of eyes big and black, very lovely.

Sheng Xia is very clear about every furnishing in her home. She can walk even with her eyes closed.

But just now two men had a fight. It was like a tornado in the living room. A lot of furniture was knocked down, and the objects on the tea table were also dropped to the ground.

"Don't fight. I beg you to stop fighting. Fu Yi, where are you?" That pair of big and black eyes filled with tears, looking at the particularly distressing.

She ran towards the center of the living room crying, and kept reading Fu Yi's name in her mouth.

Fu yibenlai was a little dizzy by Ji Yunan's continuous fists. When he heard her voice, he immediately woke up.

He shook his head and sat up with his elbow on the ground.

Sheng Xia didn't hear his voice and cried even more fiercely, "Fu Yi, you talk, where are you?"

Fu also tried his best to make his voice normal, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was involved in the injury on his face. The pain made the whole face smoke, and his voice changed its tone, "don't come here."

Before the voice fell completely, the woman tripped over the debris on the ground and hit her head on the ground.

There was a bang.

The cry was a little weak.

Ji Yunan stopped and looked at the two bodyguards standing at the door of the bedroom. He didn't know whether to pull them or stand still and said, "even a blind woman can't see. What do you want? You don't have to take me to the bedroom

Just now, Fu Yi, who had no facial expression and could not fight back, immediately changed his face and stood up from the ground with the sofa in his hand, "don't touch her."

He grabbed Ji Yunan's collar and said, "you are angry and resentful. She doesn't know anything. She doesn't even know what I'm doing these years."

Ji Yunan doesn't even need to use his strength to push it away.

But he didn't.

Sheng Xia's head shakes like a rattle, his voice chokes, "no, I know, I know everything. If you want to hit me, don't hit him. All he does is for me. I beg you not to hit him."

"Shut up."

Since he was adopted by Ji shiye, Fu Yi has been trained to contact others with a gentle and gentlemanly look. He even forgets how to vent his temper.

The woman was reprimanded by him without a voice, crying silently, and occasionally making a cry or two.