"There are 48 hours left until Chu Huainan's death. Please issue the instructions as soon as possible."
Fu Yu smiled.
In the previous world, Gu Huai, who stole the original owner's thesis, was forcibly bound with the "helping others achieve their goals" buff by Fu Yu.
No matter what he does, the credit will always go to someone else.
He will never succeed if he harbors any malicious intention to harm others.
The corresponding harm will be multiplied upon him.
Fu Yu's cold gaze fell on the leather seat in front.
"Since he loves art so much, let's make use of his talents."
"There must be people on the dark web who like his type. After they've had their fun, they'll send him to the nude hell, where there's plenty of material to draw until he dies."
Nudity Hell is a prison punishment system specifically designed for those who expose themselves.
Those included are certainly not ordinary exposés.
They are even more abnormal than abnormal; any one of them could destroy a transmigrated world in an instant.
Chu Huainan, a nobody like him, would probably be nothing but bones if he went in.
The system gasped.
Meanwhile, Cosimo outside the car window looked displeased, his eyes filled with gloom.
"His eyes stared at Ayu for 0.03 seconds. Remember to dig it out cleanly."
The assistant nervously swallowed.
The male and female duo are nothing special, aren't they?
The car door opened, and Cosimo sat down next to Fu Yu, stroking her back with his hand.
"The person you were talking about before wasn't a person, it was him?"
Fu Yu smiled and said, "What, are you worried that it's my ex-lover?"
Cosimo's eyes momentarily glazed over, and the hand that had been stroking his back tightened around his neck.
"So jealous, how cute."
Fu Yu drew out the last syllable, and stroked Cosimo's chin with her finger.
It's like teasing a large, grumpy dog.
Although Chu Huainan's use of his wife's nude image in his paintings sounds shocking, when photos from the auction surfaced, netizens' attention was still focused on Fu Yu and Cosimo.
The moment the nude painting was covered, Cosimo immediately frowned and avoided looking at it, even considerately blocking Fu Yu's eyes.
Afterwards, she wholeheartedly protected Fu Yu as she left the scene.
"Chu Huainan is the reality of life, Cosimo is a fantasy. Sisters, remember, this kind of good man is not available."
"I kicked my husband, Fu Yu Bao Bao, who was liking a suggestive video, and told him which direction to kowtow in to get a husband like Cosimo!"
"Cosimo clearly got a great deal! Our Fu Yu is both sweet and sassy; even without Cosimo, she'd still be the most beautiful red rose on Wall Street!"
A group of die-hard fans of Fu Yu have emerged online, and one even created a separate account with the name "Did Fu Yu Cosimo get divorced today?"
However, the account disappeared from the internet less than 30 minutes after it was registered.
Along with related terms, everything has been deleted.
In the past, Qin Xue would always pay close attention to news about Cosimo and Fu Yu as soon as possible.
She had always secretly hoped for a scandal involving the two of them.
Waiting for Cosimo to gradually reveal his yandere nature, and then Fu Yu, unable to bear it any longer, gradually becomes haggard and collapses.
Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time, the news I wanted to see still didn't come.
Now, we can't even watch the news.
She was tied to a chair by Chu Huainan and locked in a secret room. She was not allowed to use her cell phone or even leave the room.
"How dare you destroy my painting!"
Chu Huainan, his eyes bloodshot, grabbed Qin Xue's hair, a flash of madness crossing his face.
"But it's okay, I can keep drawing."
He shook off Qin Xue, picked up his paintbrush, and sketched the rise and fall of her pregnant belly in a few strokes.
"Pregnant woman, after you give birth, I will paint pictures of you breastfeeding. These paintings will definitely make me famous."
"Anan, the paints are back."
A clear, melodious female voice rang out.
The door to the secret room opened from the outside, and the blinding light made Qin Xue squint her eyes instinctively.
Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he could see that the person who had come was none other than the female classmate who had been standing next to Chu Huainan in France.
Qin Xue's lips trembled.
"When did you two start hooking up? You adulterous couple!"
Before she could finish speaking, the woman slapped Qin Xue across the face.
Then she looked timidly at Chu Huainan, "Anan, she has a slap mark on her face, won't that affect your painting?"
Chu Huainan grinned with a twisted smile.
"Baby, don't stop, keep slapping her. The more you torture her, the more amazing the painting will be."
Having received Chu Huainan's approval, the woman no longer tolerated it.
He slapped Qin Xue several times.
All Qin Xue could hear was a buzzing sound.
“Let me tell you, I was originally Anan’s girlfriend.”
“If it weren’t for the fact that your face is more suitable for Anan’s work, I wouldn’t have given up this position.”
The woman lifted Qin Xue's chin, laughing arrogantly, "A'nan and I are soulmates. Do you know anything about painting? Do you know anything about art? You know nothing, you're just a big-breasted, brainless idiot!"
The woman leaned down and whispered in Qin Xue's ear, "I'll be merciful and tell you again, I'm already pregnant with Anan's child."
Qin Xue was trembling all over, her eyes filled with endless despair.
She never imagined that the life she had always envied in her past life, Fu Yu's life, would be so miserable.
“Every time he left home, it was to find me. He said, ‘I’m much more interesting than you.’”
Qin Xue bit her trembling lips, her hands, bound behind her back, were slowly rubbing the rope with a paintbrush.
Just as the woman's laughter was at its most malicious and arrogant, Qin Xue suddenly ripped off the rope and plunged the painting knife into the woman's neck.
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