Chapter 3 Madman! Devil!
In the dim abandoned laboratory, the dismembered pieces of flesh had been disposed of by Fu Quezhou's assistant.
The once bustling place was now only filled with the suppressed heavy breathing of Fu Quezhou.
“Cough cough…cough cough…”
Su Yumian suppressed the urge to vomit and stepped back, suppressing the nausea and vomiting the foreign object.
Finally, the torture seemed to have temporarily stopped...
“Bang!”
Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he was slapped again out of the blue.
"What the hell, I hit my teeth."
Su Yumian's nose and mouth were bleeding from the slap, and his head was dizzy. It was obvious that the force was quite strong.
He glanced at Fu Quezhou with timid and frightened eyes, and couldn't help crying.
"Wuwuwu...wuwuwu...uh, s-sorry, wuwuwu..."
Fu Quezhou grinned and sneered, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, and a sinister undercurrent surged in his eyes.
"Stop crying and look up."
His tone was gentle, and his movements were slow, as he caressed the spot where he had just been hit: "Does it hurt? It's okay, let's do it again."
Hearing this, Su Yumian subconsciously stepped back, but Fu Quezhou grabbed her chin and said, "Come on, be nice this time, and I won't hit you."
He looked down at Su Yumian, with a cruel arc at the corner of his lips, as if he was admiring the prey's struggle before death.
His pale face looked even sicker in the dim light, and a few strands of hair hung down in front of his forehead, half covering the twisted pleasure in his eyes.
"Ah~" He made a strange sound, and the words that came out of his mouth were extremely insulting: "You are so good at it, just like a dog."
As his Adam's apple rolled, his low, hoarse voice carried a biting chill, "Take your time, this is just the beginning."
His fingertips roughly pinched the other's chin, his nails almost digging into the flesh, as if to carve this fear into his bones.
“Knock knock!”
"Professor, here's what you asked for."
A strange man's voice came from outside the door, and Fu Quezhou had reached his final crazy moment.
He smiled with satisfaction, pushed Su Yumian down, and laid her on the dissection table. He said gently, "Don't vomit next time..."
Su Yumian woke up with a start and frantically grabbed her clothes to cover her body: "Who?! When did you come in?!"
How long has this person been standing here?
Did everyone see the dispute between him and Fu Quezhou just now?
Compared to Su Yumian's panic, the assistant seemed unusually calm, as if this kind of thing was nothing new to him.
"Don't be nervous, I'll just put my things down and leave."
Seeing him so flustered, Fu Quezhou sneered and leaned closer to him, "Why are you so surprised? Are you afraid that I'll say we need more people?"
Su Yumian: ???!
Does he even know what he is talking about?
Seeing that he remained silent, Fu Quezhou's expression changed instantly. He approached him with a ferocious expression: "Why, do you really want to see more people?"
"No, no, I didn't... I just want to be with you, really..."
Su Yumian hurried to explain that Fu Quezhou was a madman now, and provoking him would be tantamount to digging his own grave.
Fu Quezhou was stunned when he heard this, and then he sneered: "Hahaha, damn..."
After saying that, he waved his hand to let the assistant go out, and then began to unbutton his clothes.
One can imagine what will happen next.
Su Yumian was like a frightened bird at this moment, and his body couldn't stop shaking.
"Fu Quezhou, wait a minute, don't do this, I'm scared..."
However, Fu Quezhou's movements became faster and faster, and he then pressed forward.
"Haven't you always wanted to do this? I'll help you do it now."
"No, no, I was wrong, please let me go..."
"Su Yumian, it's too late now!"
Su Yumian's slightly bent waist could not compare to his madness in moving forward.
After all this hardship, Su Yumian was exhausted and fell into a coma...
I don’t know how long I slept, but when Su Yumian opened his eyes again, the sky outside was already slightly bright.
"woke up?"
The familiar voice in his ear made his body tremble suddenly. He turned over and sat up suddenly, but he felt sore all over as if he had been run over by a truck.
Fu Quezhou rarely showed a gentle expression. He reached out and stroked his face and said, "Mianmian, are you okay?"
The gentleness shown by Fu Quezhou at this moment was like the chill released by the devil to Su Yumian.
"No, it's okay..." Su Yumian turned his head and tried not to think about the madness of last night.
Hearing this, Fu Quezhou smiled gently: "How can it be okay? This is your first time experiencing love, so your body must be uncomfortable."
As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and called his assistant: "Bring the clothes in."
Not long after, the assistant came in with a paper bag, put it down and left.
Fu Quezhou took out a brand new set of business attire and said to Su Yumian while helping her put the clothes on: "You can't wear the clothes you wore last night. I asked someone to buy them according to your size..."
He glanced at Su Yumian and saw that he was biting his lip and tilting his head away from him. He snorted softly, "Even if you don't like it, you have to wear it. You can change it when you get home, but..."
He suddenly changed his tone and said, "Don't overthink it. We've worked together for three years. I know everything about you. Your mute mother and lame father..."
After hearing these words, Su Yumian lost her composure and turned around to glare at Fu Quezhou: "What do you want to do?"
"Oh, you finally took the trouble to look at me." Fu Quezhou sneered as he buttoned his shirt, and said in a teasing tone, "Don't worry, as long as you are obedient and know what to say and what not to say, I will naturally not touch them."
Although he was smiling, that smile did not reach his eyes. Fu Quezhou not only killed someone, but also did such a cruel thing to him, and now he was using his father to threaten him.
The pool of blood on the ground that had not yet dried showed that Fu Quezhou was capable of anything.
Su Yumian took a long time to calm down before suppressing the nausea that was surging up her spine. She forced out a smile that was uglier than crying and said, "I, I don't know anything. Don't touch my parents."
Seeing this, Fu Quezhou nodded in satisfaction, stood up and said, "Okay, since you've spoken, I won't touch them, but..."
He paused, a sinister sneer like hell appearing on his face: "If you accidentally leak what happened today, first your mother, then your father. Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about them, right?"
Su Yumian's body suddenly froze, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over him from head to toe, and he even forgot to breathe.
His fingertips unconsciously dug into the leather beneath him, digging so hard that his nails turned inside out, but he didn't feel the pain at all.
The pain in his finger was nothing compared to the fear in his heart.
There was a buzzing in my ears, and Fu Meizhou's voice seemed to come from far away, and every word was chilling.
"Do you understand?"
Su Yumian's stomach was churning. He held his abdomen tightly, his knuckles tense until they turned white, afraid that he would vomit if he let go.
Fu Quezhou's back was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, licking every inch of his nerves.
Su Yumian's gaze fell uncontrollably on the dark red pool of blood. In a trance, he could even smell the strong smell of rust, which mixed with the crazy memories of last night, almost suffocating him.
Madman! Devil!
He roared silently in his heart, this person is simply not a human...
But in the end, he could only forcefully pull the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying, and his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "...I understand."
"Very good, pack up and I'll have the driver take you back."
Fu Quezhou's voice came from the door, but he paused, looked sideways, and revealed a wicked smile: "Oh, by the way, you can tell others what happened between us."
"Then we'll meet at the office on Monday."
Su Yumian's tense nerves didn't relax until Fu Quezhou's figure completely disappeared from his sight.
He looked down at the marks all over his body and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "What kind of psychopath have I provoked?"
If time could go back, he hoped that he had not had a crush on Fu Quezhou, nor had he come here out of curiosity.
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