Chapter 636： Injured

Chapter 636 Injured

Fu Nanli just looked at her coldly, "I love everything about her."

"Even if she is a liar? Even if she comes from a humble background? Even if she is inferior to me except for a face?"

Fu Nanli was indifferent, "No matter what she looks like, I love her, only her. Besides, she has more than one face better than you, and she is better than you in everything else."

He Yan instinctively grabbed the small fruit knife on the table and slammed it into his chest.

The fruit knife, with a blade length of four centimeters, pierced more than half of it, blood rushed out along the tip of the knife, and the white shirt was instantly dyed red.

He Yan was shocked, "Nan Li, I...I...I didn't mean it."

With a bang, the door was pushed open, Qin Bei and Song An rushed in and held Fu Nanli, who was already pale, "Master..."

Fu Chuan also came in, lost in shock, "Quickly send Nan Li to the hospital."

The two bodyguards helped Fu Nanli out in a hurry. He Yan followed behind with a shudder, and was stopped by Fu Chuan at the door. "You two, watch Ms. He well. Also, call the police."

He Yan's legs weakened and she was paralyzed on the carpet. Her mind was chaotic. She even thought, is this a game today? Is Fu Nanli stimulating her?

Why was she out of control just now?

She is always so easy to lose sense in front of Fu Nanli.

She actually hurt him, she actually stabbed him with a knife.

How will she face him in the future?

In the car in front of the club, Qin Bei held the towel to the edge of the knife, and Old Hu drove hurriedly to the hospital.

Qin Bei was worried: "Is He Yan crazy? How dare she stabbing you with a knife."

Song An also said, "No one can keep her this time."

Fu Nanli's hands were stained with dazzling blood, "Don't talk to Qiaoer, lest she worry."

Qin Bei: "Master, stop talking, stop talking."

The phone shook. Qin Bei took his young master's phone stained with blood, and his eyes were asking for Fu Nanli's advice. When Fu Nanli spoke, his mouth hurt and he could not breathe well.

He lowered his eyes and pressed his voice: "Hang up."

Qin Bei could only hang up the phone.

After a while, he called again.

Wen Qiao was a little strange. She knew about Fu Nanli's itinerary. He was not flying at this moment. As long as he was not flying, he would answer her phone calls. Even if it was a very important meeting, he would never hang her phone.

Qin Bei looked at the phone in some panic, Fu Nanli's voice was low and weak: "Go ahead, say I'm in a meeting, and I forgot to bring my phone."

Qin Bei exhaled and connected the phone, "Ms. Wen, the young master is in a meeting and forgot to bring his mobile phone."

Fu Nanli held his breath, but couldn't hold it anyhow, leaking a heavy, uncontrollable low breath.

Wen Qiao suddenly heard something wrong, "Is Nan Li next to you?"

Qin Bei didn't know how to answer.

"What's up with him?"

Fu Nanli saw that Qin Bei didn't have such a coping ability, so he cursed ‘trash’ in his heart, answered the phone, restrained his panting, "Qiao Er..."

"what happened to you?"

"It's okay."

"Your voice is not right, what's the matter?"

Sweat was rolling on Fu Nanli's forehead, and his face was already blue-gray, and she was a little struggling to speak, "I accidentally cut my hand when I was peeling an apple. It's nothing."

Wen Qiao: "...Are you in the company?"

"Ok."

"Need you to peel the apple yourself in the company?"

(End of this chapter)