Chapter 19: Has he touched here?
Su Yumian stared at Yang Yongqiang, who was looking around the house and kept sighing about how rich Fu Quezhou was. He felt disgusted and simply sat further away from him.
After drinking a glass of wine, Yang Yongqiang seemed to let himself go and began to cry about how difficult his life had been over the years. He also emphasized how much he had helped Su Yumian when he was in school.
Recalling his high school experiences, Su Yumian felt nauseous. Because he came from the countryside, he was often bullied by Yang Yongqiang.
Now that it comes into his mouth, it becomes a help.
"Have you finished drinking? Let's go quickly after you finish." Su Yumian urged.
This caused Yang Yongqiang to be dissatisfied. He pouted and said, "Big brother hasn't said anything, why are you complaining? Is this your home?"
"Is it my house... Never mind, I don't want to waste my time talking to you." Su Yumian just felt tired. There was nothing to say to someone like him.
He picked up the Olepai on the table and took a bite. The sweet aroma filled his mouth, which relieved his depressed mood a little.
Knowing that Su Yumian loves desserts, Fu Quezhou asked the driver to buy some for her when he came back.
Seeing that he was willing to eat, Fu Quezhou smiled and said, "It seems that you prefer this to the main meal."
Su Yumian was stunned: "What?"
"Don't you just take care of your three meals a day?" It seems I need to prepare more in the future.
Fu Quezhou took out his phone and prepared to call the driver. Yang Yongqiang, who was absent-minded at the side, heard this and immediately became interested: "That's right, look at this kid, he's so skinny, I can grab him by the neck with one hand!"
As he said this, he actually grabbed Su Yumian's neck, scaring him so much that the Olipai in his hand fell to the ground.
"Hahaha, are you scared? Look at your lack of ability, hahaha..."
Fu Quezhou, who was standing by, instantly turned face dark when he saw this scene.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" Su Yumian struggled and yelled.
Yang Yongqiang just found it funny and moved his hands around his neck, but a hint of red entered his eyes.
"Wait, what is this?" He pulled open Su Yumian's collar and rubbed the red mark with his thumb. "Isn't this a hickey?"
Su Yumian was startled and subconsciously covered his neck, yelling, "Let go! I told you to let go!"
"What's going on? It seems like you've been living a comfortable life these past few years. Do you have any?"
As he said that, Yang Yongqiang was about to lift up Su Yumian's clothes.
"Yang Yongqiang, are you crazy? Don't touch me!"
"What are you afraid of? Haven't you seen enough?"
"open!!"
The two were struggling and tearing each other apart, and no one noticed that Fu Quezhou had stood up and slowly picked up the large ceramic cup on the coffee table.
Then he went around to Yang Yongqiang. At this time, Yang Yongqiang had not realized that danger was approaching and was still pulling Su Yumian's clothes.
"Why are you so stingy? I'll just take a look. I promise I won't..."
Feeling a large shadow cast behind him, Yang Yongqiang subconsciously turned his head and saw Fu Quezhou holding up a ceramic cup and smashing it down on his head.
Suddenly, screams were heard.
“Ugh! Aa ...
Red blood spurted out, staining the expensive carpet on the ground red.
Yang Yongqiang fell to the ground, twitching twice before he became motionless. Fu Quezhou stepped on Yang Yongqiang's hand and cursed, "Damn it, his head is broken. What a waste of such a good specimen."
He raised his hand to wipe his face, and bright red blood was smeared on his face. Only then did he remember that Su Yumian was still here.
"By the way, are you okay?"
He turned his head and asked with concern, "Are you not hurt by the debris?"
However, Su Yumian fell to the ground as if he had seen something terrifying, moving his buttocks back step by step. At this moment, Fu Quezhou had become a soul-catcher in his eyes.
He couldn't stop shaking all over, staring at Yang Yongqiang who was struggling to death on the ground, tears of fear instantly rolled down his cheeks.
At this time, Yang Yongqiang coughed twice, but he was exhaling more than inhaling.
"Tsk! What a pity, he's not dead."
Fu Quezhou calmly took out his phone and said, "Two people, come up and take care of the garbage. Oh, and bring that up too."
After Fu Quezhou hung up the phone, two men in suits came up and took Yang Yongqiang away from the villa like a dead dog.
"Mr. Fu, I've already told the decoration company that they'll come and clean the floor tomorrow." Secretary Jin stood aside and glanced at the bloodstains on the carpet.
Su Yumian didn't dare to look up, his eyes fixed on his feet, and in front of him was a brand new box of Olipai.
"Well, you decide."
After Secretary Jin left, Fu Quezhou turned around and looked at Su Yumian, pointing at the Aoli Pie on the table and said, "Take this back and eat it. I'll buy you another one after you finish it."
Su Yumian stared at the Olipai on the table, and suddenly felt nauseous. Yang Yongqiang screamed so loudly when he was beaten, but no one came up.
In the end, all it took was a phone call from Fu Quezhou...
How many people have shed blood in this room?
He didn't dare to think about it too much. If he did, he would be the one who would suffer. After all, when Fu Quezhou got tired of him and had teased him enough, his fate might be the same.
Secretary Jin, who was standing by, pushed his glasses up and asked tentatively, "Mr. Fu, how are we going to announce Yang Yongqiang's case?"
"Just declare..." He glanced at Su Yumian, who was trembling slightly beside him, and suddenly curled his lips and said, "Because he deserves to die, that's enough."
Su Yumian's body trembled violently when he heard this. Just because of this, Yang Yongqiang deserved to die?
How worthless is human life in his eyes?
"Yes, I'll go out first." Secretary Jin said and turned to leave.
Only Fu Quezhou and Su Yumian were left in the living room, sitting on the sofa. Noticing his body trembling violently, Fu Quezhou reached out and hugged him, asking, "Why are you shaking? I didn't hit you."
"Are you scared?"
"...Why... hit him? In your eyes, human life is really like an ant. Can you hit or kill him as you please?" Su Yumian lowered his head and stared at his feet, forcing himself to remain calm, but these words had already used up half of his strength.
Upon hearing this, Fu Quezhou's expression instantly turned gloomy: "Ha, hahahaha...hahaha..."
Su Yumian was stunned, and suddenly raised his head to look at the devil in front of him who could still laugh because he almost killed someone.
Is what he said so funny?
But the next second, his shoulder suddenly felt a sharp pain. Fu Quezhou secretly pinched his shoulder, leaned close to him and asked sinisterly, "Why, I hit him, and you feel sad?"
Su Yumian was stunned and hurriedly explained, "That's not what I meant..."
"Or, you really like it when he touches you, and you really enjoy it... Oh, right, he said in the restaurant bathroom that he loved you so much in high school. Why, do you miss him so much?"
Hearing this, Su Yumian's pupils shrank slightly. It turned out that he had heard all those words, so he planned to invite Yang Yongqiang back for a drink.
Drinking is just a pretext, the real purpose is to teach Yang Yongqiang a lesson.
But at this moment he was obviously misunderstood. The relationship between him and Yang Yongqiang was that of a bully and a victim.
"Quezhou, no, you misunderstood. He and I..."
Fu Quezhou interrupted him again, and the hand on his shoulder slowly slid down and stopped at his hip. He leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Has he touched here before?"
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