Your Miss Su is blackened

Every word Shi Zheng said was to anger Fu Moxing.

His eyes were already extremely cold, his brow bone twitched several times, his suppressed emotions were faintly excited, and he was about to rush out desperately.

She was starting to get a little scared.

Having known Fu Moxing for so many years, she had already seen and heard of this man's ruthlessness.

At this moment, he was so angry that it was possible to do something beastly to her.

But Shizheng still raised his face and smiled coldly: "What, are you angry?"

He nodded seriously, with a contemptuous arc on his lips, and his eyes were even more sullen: "I'm very angry."

As soon as the words fell, Fu Moxing moved away from her cheek, and grabbed her wrist desperately.

"Ah——" Shizheng was hurt and screamed subconsciously. After recovering, she looked at the man: "What, are you going to hit me?"

There was a morbid smile in his eyes, and he asked, "Why?"

Then, she said in an imperative tone: "I want to kiss you."

As soon as the words fell, he grabbed the woman's waist, turned around and pressed her onto the sofa.

Shi Zheng watched that handsome face enlarge little by little in front of her, frowned, and turned her head away without hesitation.

Fu Moxing didn't kiss her soft lips as he wished, but fell on the woman's face.

He was dissatisfied, he pinched her chin with his big palm, straightened the woman's face and lowered his head to kiss her again, tasting wantonly, his movements were extremely ungentle, and even showed the posture of venting his anger.

Shi Zheng couldn't breathe freely after being kissed, and felt sick at the same time.

Her hands fumbled around, and in the mess, she touched the ashtray on the coffee table, picked it up without hesitation and smashed it on Fu Moxing's head.

The man snorted, and the kissing movement stopped immediately.

Not long after, Shi Zheng felt viscous liquid flowing in her palm, and the bad feeling made her turn her head to look over it. When she saw the red blood stained on her palm, she was stunned.

Snapped--

Shi Zheng was so frightened that his legs went limp, and the ashtray fell to the ground as soon as he let go of his hands, colliding with the ground and making a harsh sound.

She turned her head and looked at him blankly.

The man frowned, and his thick and complicated eyes were still on her face, trying to see some expressions other than shock from her eyes, such as distress, such as... caring.

But it didn't.

Shi Zheng looked at the top of his head, Fu Moxing's blood stained his hair, and the blood flowed to his forehead, and he had the illusion of killing by mistake in a trance.

Bright red blood dripped from his forehead and landed on Shi Zheng's face.

A bloody smell overflowed into the tip of her nose, drowning her sense of smell, and at the same time, her stomach churned without warning.

Immediately afterwards, the woman began to retch.

Shi Zheng instinctively pushed away Fu Moxing who was still pressing on her body, sat up hastily and covered her mouth.

She suppressed herself, for fear that he would guess that she was pregnant.

In order not to continue retching, Shi Zheng stood up and walked out two meters away from Fu Moxing.

She pressed her chest, and after relieving the nausea, she looked at the bleeding man with cold eyes.

He was still standing there, his face was a little ugly due to the injury, and his broken hair was stained with blood and stuck together, giving people a decadent feeling, but adding sex appeal.

She asked softly, "Do you need me to call 120 for you?"

"I died here, wouldn't it be better?"

"Obviously you can't die now, I'm worried that Mr. Fu will retaliate and make my life worse than death."