"No need." Su Lingqing held him down, "He knows it well."
Fu Yingcheng has a good drinker and a good taste of wine, and he believes in strength rather than relationships at the table. Even when the company was starting out in the most difficult time, he Nor will I discuss business at the expense of my body.
In all these years, Su Lingqing had only seen Fu Yingcheng drunk once.
About seven or eight years ago, coincidentally, in early February, a man who had always been disciplined got drunk for the first time.
He still looked sober on the outside, with a cold face and clear speech, but he went crazy in the middle of the night and insisted on buying a birthday cake. He refused to listen and would not go back if he couldn't buy it.
Su Lingqing bravely accompanied him to find a cake shop. Finally, she finally found it and bought him a small one. He refused to let others take it and insisted on holding it by himself.
When Su Lingqing half dragged him home, Fu Yingcheng insisted on lighting candles. After lighting the candles, he stumbled into the bedroom and said happy birthday to a two-inch ID photo on the bedside.
I don't know if it was because of the candlelight, but for a moment, the man's eyes seemed to be red.
Su Lingqing also drank a lot that day, thinking that the way you lit candles for the photos was like adding incense to the photos of a deceased person.
What a damn weird Ruan.
The next day Su Lingqing laughed at him again, but Fu Yingcheng refused.
Su Lingqing asked whose birthday was yesterday, and what was Fu Ying's birthday?
Su Lingqing asked who was in the photo and what photo should Fu Ying present?
No matter how Su Lingqing asked, he just said: "You are the one who is drunk, right?"
...
Su Lingqing picked up the wine glass, smiled and said a few words to Mr. Wu. From the corner of her eye, she saw Fu Yingcheng picking up the wine glass again. .
Su Lingqing: "..."
Does he have any idea in his heart?
After the wine party was over, Fu Yingcheng still looked cold and his back was straight. Mr. Wu was blushing, drunk and stuttering, and they kept praising him for his good drinking ability.
A group of people noisily walked downstairs to the parking lot.
Because even Fu Yingcheng drank so much this time, Mr. Wu's people didn't dare not drink, so no one could drive.
Su Lingqing made arrangements to call for a driver. Without paying attention, Mr. Wu had already opened the door and got into the driver's seat.
The crowd was noisy and no one noticed. Fu Yingcheng's eyes instantly darkened.
"Mr. Fu, please go back quickly." Mr. Wu rolled down the window. "It's late and it's raining again."
"You can't drive." Fu Yingcheng said, "I'll let Master Chen see you off."
" Eh! No need!" Mr. Wu said hurriedly, "Why don't you ask your driver to take me there?"
"Come down," Fu Yingcheng said coldly.
"No, no, no, no, that's not a good idea. My house is close! It's right in front!" Mr. Wu was immersed in politeness and greetings, and completely ignored Fu Yingcheng's cold eyes.
Others followed up with some words of advice, but Mr. Wu had already put the forward gear on regardless.
The vehicle starts.
Just when no one could react.
Fu Yingcheng strode out from under the umbrella, raised his hand, and stretched it directly through the open window!
The man put his elbow on Mr. Wu, pushed him back, put his arm across the width of the seat, shifted the gear to P, pulled the handbrake, opened the door from the inside, and carried Mr. Wu's Collar, forcefully dragged him out of his seat!
All this happens in seconds, smoothly!
There was a "bang" sound!
Fu Yingcheng held Mr. Wu's collar with one hand and pressed him on the car. Veins popped out on the back of his hand and pressed against his throat.
The rain slid down the man's face along with his black hair.
"Wu Xiaochen, you can't understand human speech, can you?"
The whole audience was frightened into silence.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!
It was fine just now!
What's going on!
Su Lingqing turned her head, her brain was going crazy. She threw away her umbrella and rushed over to break off his hand: "Mr. Fu! If you have something to say, please don't do it!! Oh, eh, eh, Mr. Fu!!... Fu Yes! "Your uncle!" Might as well buy a small cake!
I don't know where Fu Yingcheng got such strong hands. Su Lingqing usually used iron to keep fit, but now she was grinning and trying her best, but she couldn't shake his arm!
"I, I, I, I..." Mr. Wu was dumbfounded and sobered up, "I won't open it! I won't open it! I was wrong, Mr. Fu! I just want to be polite to you."
"You're welcome?" The man's eyes were dark, "Don't you know that drunk driving is illegal?"
"Really, it's very close. No, something will happen..." Mr. Wu was almost out of breath.
Even though Fu Yingcheng was drunk and crazy, his voice was still cold, with the texture of ice cubes soaked in wine:
"...You don't care, because even if you bump into someone, it won't be you who dies."
Several people said together . With all his strength, he finally dragged Fu Yingcheng away.
Su Lingqing pressed Fu Yingcheng's shoulders with both hands, lowered her head and panted: "Okay, okay, that's it. Mr. Wu didn't mean it... huh?"
Su Lingqing noticed something and looked at it. He lowered his hands to Fu Ying.
Under the pale lights of the parking lot, rainwater mixed with bright red blood dripped from the man's palm.
Blood flowed through his knuckles and splashed onto the cement floor.
Su Lingqing was confused. She grabbed Fu Yingcheng's hand and touched it full of warm and sticky blood.
"What?! What did you just do?!"
Su Lingqing became angry instantly, turned around and yelled: "Who did it! Wu Xiaochen?!"
Mr. Wu stumbled over, almost fainting from fright: "I didn't. I didn't. …Ah, is it because of my lapel pin?" It's
because he dressed up specially today and wore a sexy gold-leaf lapel pin on his shirt lapel.
It was this collar pin that pierced the palm of Fu Yingcheng's hand.
A group of people ran over quickly, but they didn't expect to be so seriously injured. Liushen came up with an idea without a clue