The bullet hole in his arm was still bleeding, but he seemed to feel no pain.
He still had the leisure to examine Fu Yu.
"What's your name?"
"It's none of your business."
Cosimo glanced around the room and the first thing he saw was the notebook on "International Tax Law" on the desk.
The cover of the notebook was written in neat Chinese: Fu Yu.
"Fu Yu."
Cosimo is of Chinese and Italian descent. He has studied Chinese, but has not used it for a long time and is somewhat rusty in the language.
Hearing his own name, Fu Yu paused and looked at him strangely.
"You speak Chinese?"
"you have boyfriend?"
Cosimo did not answer Fu Yu's question.
He had no obligation to satisfy other people's curiosity.
Arrogance, arrogance, and self-centeredness are the hallmarks of Cosimo.
"It's none of your business."
Before he could finish his words, his breath was blocked by the scorching lips.
His kiss was filled with the scent of blood, conquering cities and plundering territories.
He effortlessly tore off the bandage, wrapped it around the two people's hands and shook hands.
The gray-blue eyes stared at Fu Yu.
"Now, it's related."
He rolled his thumb over her lower lip and said with lingering emotion, "Baby, I will be responsible for you."
After saying that, he completely ignored the gunshot wound on his arm, picked up Fu Yulingkong, and locked him in his arms.
…
Qin Xue ran to the downstairs of her boyfriend Chu Huainan's apartment.
Chu Huainan had just finished learning to write with him.
There were men and women, arm in arm, looking very friendly.
Chu Huainan once said that people in the art circle tend to have a low sense of boundaries.
Qin Xue was in the joy of surviving the disaster and didn't notice some subtle details at all.
For example, when Chu Huainan's closest daughter saw Qin Xue, she subconsciously wrinkled her nose.
"Huainan."
Qin Xue ran over and hugged him, crying like a pear blossom in the rain, wishing she could wipe all her tears and snot on Chu Huainan's short sleeves.
It’s great that he’s still alive.
He is still her boyfriend, that's great.
"Axue, what's wrong with you?"
Chu Huainan didn't understand what was going on. He raised his hand to signal his friends to leave, and then hugged Qin Xue tightly.
"My little princess, who made you angry?"
Qin Xue shook her head.
She stayed at Chu Huainan's house for a long time and only left reluctantly on the first day of class.
Chu Huainan considerately sent her to the downstairs of the teaching building.
"You're about to graduate with honors, why would you want to skip classes?"
Qin Xue didn't dare to say it, for she was afraid of receiving the news of Fu Yu's death.
Qin Xue had a nightmare all night long.
She was too selfish. Not to mention Fu Yu's beauty, her frail body alone...
What if Cosimo and the assassin get into a fight?
Fu Yu is doomed to die.
For her own happiness, she might have to sacrifice Fu Yu's life!
Qin Xue walked to the classroom door hesitantly, and at a glance she saw Fu Yu sitting in the first row.
She exhaled a breath of foul air.
Fu Yu is recognized as the best female student in the class. Her family is poor, and if she doesn't study hard and get a scholarship, she won't even be able to afford the tuition.
I heard that she earned her first year's tuition and living expenses by working part-time for three years.
"Ayu, were you okay last night?"
Qin Xue asked cautiously.
Fu Yu sighed, touched the dark circles under his eyes, and was about to answer when he heard a commotion at the door.
“So handsome!”
"Oh my god, there is such a handsome guy in our school? How come I didn't know him!"
"Wow, wow, wow, I know him, Lorenzo Cosimo, the new generation leader of Sicily!"
Hearing this, Qin Xue was shocked and her eyes widened.
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