Chapter 45 Rage
The black Bentley sped along the road, running through three red lights. Fu Chengyun arrived at the door of the bar where Ning Che was.
After handing the keys to the doorman for parking, he strode into a world filled with grief and anger.
The electronic music is surging and the drum beats are shaking.
Fu Chengyun seemed unfazed, standing at the front of the dance floor like a pine tree, surveying the area before him. He needed to find the person as quickly as possible. Every second he was late was a second more of a risk of being marked.
The people in front of him were dancing like crazy, and Fu Chengyun was walking between their bodies that looked like they were suffering from epilepsy.
In this kind of environment, let alone finding someone, even if you sit face to face, you can’t even see the other person’s appearance if you have poor eyesight.
Extremely anxious!
Fu Chengyun pushed away the zombies in front of him, stood on the steps in front of the stage, looked down at the surroundings, and trotted up to the second floor.
There was a sensor light on the stairs, and a series of starlights went out, and Fu Chengyun stepped onto the last step. He ran too fast, and just after reaching the top, he stumbled for a moment and almost fell down the stairs.
Fortunately, a waiter passed by and helped him up, and he was able to stabilize his body.
After Fu Chengyun simply expressed his thanks, he looked up and felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave!
In the booth, a man and a woman were surrounding one person respectively, and in front of that person was a burly blond alpha.
The blond alpha twisted his waist and leaned forward, his half-naked upper body almost pressed against the man. His golden head tilted to the right.
From the back, the two were getting closer and closer and were about to kiss.
Fu Chengyun was standing behind the group of people and couldn't see the face of the person in the center clearly, and the sweatshirt and jeans he wore were definitely not what Ning Che usually wore.
He hesitated a bit, standing still and not daring to rush forward.
The drumbeats grew louder, and one of the person's hands in the center hung on the sofa, revealing a small piece of white wrist at the cuff.
Fu Chengyun confirmed it instantly.
This is Ning Che!
His omega!
That wrist was slender yet incredibly powerful, capable of shattering an adult alpha's arm with a single punch. Yet, it was now obediently held in the hand of another woman!
Anger rises from my heart!
What if you are really suffering! What if I set you free!
Bullshit!
I haven't even touched my omega myself, what kind of people are you!
Ning Che leaned back into the sofa and tilted his head slightly.
Depend on!
Kissed?!
The string of sanity in his mind snapped at this moment and shattered into pieces.
After walking a few steps behind the group of people, Fu Chengyun heard the yellow-headed man say, "Can I feed you with my mouth?"
"not good!"
A big hand grabbed the back of the yellow-haired man's head, and with a fierce look, he threw the alpha, who was much stronger than himself, to the ground with a few exclamations.
The sudden change interrupted the dirty fantasies of the two. They subconsciously looked towards the murderer. In an instant, their stunned expressions turned into fear.
"Fu, Fu Chengyun?"
Li Chang: "Stop, stop fighting."
Fu Chengyun's voice was icy, his eyes brimming with poison, and his tightly clenched fists held a murderous urge. He lowered his head slightly, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the yellow-haired man yelling at the security guard on the ground.
The yellow-haired boy immediately fell silent, crawled to Ning Che's feet, and begged, "Little brother, please save me~"
The VIPs who could come to this place were not ordinary people; it was normal for them to have wealthy families. Huang Mao hugged Ning Che's thighs tightly, cautiously shrinking at his feet, trying his best to blend himself into the sofa.
When Li Chang heard his father mention that his entertainment company had shares in the Fu family, he straightened his expression and warmly tried to establish a relationship. "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry for not welcoming you. What would you like to drink?"
Wang Mei saw him speak and quickly joined in. "You're here to look for Lizi, right? That girl ran away, I called her over."
The Fu family had dominated City S for many years, and as a leading business entity, they possessed unshakable power. The eldest son of the Fu family stood out from dozens of heirs, rising from the bottom. In just a few years, he took over the group and became the new leader of the Fu family.
Although the Li and Wang families were also wealthy, they pale in comparison to the Fu family. Furthermore, these two second-generation heirs who knew nothing about anything dared not offend Fu Chengyun.
They didn't even have time to think about why Fu Chengyun was so angry. They just wanted him to calm down quickly.
Li Chang raised his hand to call the waiter, "Bring out all the bottles of good wine I have stored with you, and treat Mr. Fu well."
Wang Mei followed up with a shout, "Take this away and call a few people who know the situation over here."
Fu Chengyun didn't even look at the two men's flattery. He stood in front of Ning Che, motionless, staring at him angrily without blinking.
Seeing that he didn't move, Wang Mei thought that the yellow-haired man was an eyesore. She kicked the yellow-haired man on the ground with the tip of her high heel in disgust and gestured to the waiter.
Huang Mao immediately grabbed Ning Che's thighs and cried. "I can't leave. Who knows if someone will hurt me if I leave. Little brother, don't you like me very much? Save me."
"Like you?"
"Little brother likes you very much?"
His jawline was taut, and Fu Chengyun's teeth were grinding loudly. He squeezed out a few words, his face almost twisted. But he kept looking in Ning Che's direction, not even the angle of his body shifting.
I was worried to death about him, but he was just enjoying himself, surrounded by girls and drinking.
You still dare to like someone else!
A pair of eyes burning with rage were staring straight at Ning Che, and the few people who saw him didn't dare to say a word.
The man had a faint smile on his lips and lowered his head to stroke the ends of his golden hair, without even glancing at Fu Chengyun.
His attitude was like a shot of adrenaline. Huangmao immediately found a backer and stiffened his neck and squeaked, "Boss Fu is amazing. Don't touch me. Brother will protect me."
After saying that, he put on a coquettish look and rubbed his face against Ning Che's legs. "Little brother, you helped me, I will repay you with anything you ask of me."
"Okay. How do you want to repay me?" Ning Che spoke slowly, seemingly nonchalantly, but he raised his head slightly and glanced at Fu Chengyun from the corner of his eye. A triumphant smile played on his lips.
Fu Chengyun's rage seemed like the horror of a violent storm to others, but to Ning Che it was like a cotton candy as light as a cloud, the warm fluff of a soft blanket, and a soft quilt filled with the scent of sunshine.
It is a sense of security that is unique to me, a fearless preference.
Ning Che noticed him the moment the tall and familiar figure appeared at the stairs.
The yellow-haired man was getting too aggressive, and he was about to kick him away. But for Fu Chengyun, he forced himself to hold back. The tilt of his head, the lowered head, and the affection he showed for the yellow-haired man were all fake.
How could such fake acting skills deceive Mr. Fu, who is so cunning?
But Fu Chengyun believed it, and believed it without a doubt, and took his anger out on others. His eyes were about to spit fire and his fists were about to burst, but he couldn't bear to blame himself.
Walking alone in the world, treading on thin ice for more than ten years, a heart as fragile as a drifting leaf has long been covered with a thick shell of ice.
Just as Fu Chengyun was in a panic, in the chaos of concern, and in the midst of repeated questioning and scolding, he melted into a pool of spring water.
If the spring breeze is blowing, there will surely be thousands of miles of silver ripples.
Ning Che's heart was soft, but his hands were not idle. His fingertips that stroked the yellow hair were like long needles piercing Fu Chengyun's heart.
The yellow-haired man wouldn't talk unless he was asking for trouble, and when he opened his mouth, he started flirting. "Can you give me some wine, little brother?"
"Hey your mom!"
Fu Chengyun roared angrily, kicked the yellow-haired man away, and pinched Ning Che's chin with his big hand like a pair of pliers, forcing him to raise his head.
He leaned over and kissed her.
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