Chapter 77 He Treats Her Like a Serpent

The moment Jiang Shiyue put the thin blanket on Zhou Ling, she whispered in her ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Look, no matter what you say, no one believes you."

Zhou Ling's body suddenly stiffened. She screamed and stretched out her hand to strangle Jiang Shiyue's neck.

But at this moment, her wrist was suddenly pinched by someone.

It’s not Jiang Shiyue.

It’s... Fu Qinghan.

Standing behind him were the Zhou couple, who had livid faces, and Zhou Yanfeng, who had just arrived.

At this moment, Fu Qinghan's eyes became unusually cold and gloomy. In the night, his expression had become extremely sinister, as if he was Satan from hell.

He suddenly let go of Zhou Ling's hand. Under the male force, Zhou Ling's body could hardly be controlled and she staggered and fell heavily to the side in an instant.

But no one dared to help, and everyone even took a step back instinctively.

Fu Qinghan frowned, his eyes flashed with a sharp cold light, and he wiped the hand that had just held Zhou Ling's wrist with a handkerchief in disgust. He regarded her as a snake and scorpion, and avoided her as filth.

He threw the handkerchief on the ground and stepped on it carelessly. I'm afraid this handkerchief was definitely not an ordinary item, but it ended up like this.

At this time, Fu Qinghan was seen carefully helping Jiang Shiyue up. His tall and straight figure loomed over her. He sighed inaudibly, and his slender fingers passed across her eyes, slowly wiping away her tears.

This sigh was mixed with too many emotions.

It seems like heartache, helplessness, and anger.

Then he took off his suit jacket and gently draped it over Jiang Shiyue. His movements were so gentle, so gentle that it seemed to make people forget how he treated Zhou Ling just now.

Yu Jiang October...

Treat her like a treasure and love her more than your life.

Fu Qinghan's face was cold, and his calm voice was like a frozen pond. Every word he said was terrifying: "Is this how you, the Zhou family, treat guests?"

"Second Master Fu, this must be a misunderstanding!" Zhou Wen'an's face was so pale that it could not be described as ashen. He glared at Zhou Ling fiercely, then turned to explain impatiently, his tone mixed with obvious panic.

But Fu Qinghan smiled but didn't want to pay any attention to it. He gently embraced Jiang Shiyue and left without even a glance.

The direction is naturally the hotel's gate.

There was no way Zhou Wen'an would let Fu Qinghan leave, so he quickly chased after him.

Jiang Shiyue leaned against Fu Qinghan. She suddenly felt that he smelled good, but she liked the warmth of his chest more. She said softly, "Xiao Fu, that person is here."

Fu Qinghan lowered his head and whispered three short words. He was almost close to Jiang Shiyue's ear, his breath was lingering, his slightly cool lips seemed to be about to brush her small earlobe, but stopped at just the right distance, his warm breath seemed like the whisper between lovers.

This scene fell into the eyes of the group of onlookers behind him, and they couldn't help but whisper to each other.

But Jiang Shiyue, who was an insider, seemed oblivious to all this. Instead, she gave a strange smile.

Because she heard Fu Qinghan say in her ear: "Zhou Wen'an."

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"Second Master Fu!"

Zhou Wen'an had already hurriedly chased after him at this time. No one else attending the banquet dared to run into this bad luck and they all wanted to stay away from him.

(End of this chapter)