After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

In a dark basement.

The damp breath and the pungent smell of blood were mixed together, filling the whole air.

More than a dozen bloody and bloody people were hung in the air with their hands tied, their toes barely touched the ground.

Many of them were not breathing, and the rest were dying.

This scene, like an underground purgatory, made Shi Wan's pupils constrict in shock.

She knew that Fu Tingchen's methods were ruthless and cruel.

But knowing it is one thing, seeing it with your own eyes is another.

"Mmm...mmmm."

"No no no."

Seeing Fu Tingchen walking in, the rest of the people couldn't help trembling and whimpering.

Shiwan could clearly see the deep-rooted fear in these people's eyes.

Yang Yi greeted him.

"Boss Fu—"

"All killed."

Fu Tingchen's thin lips parted slightly, and his long and narrow eyes were like bloodthirsty whirlpools, without any trace of popularity.

"Change another batch."

"Yes."

Yang Yi nodded and gestured towards his subordinates.

Immediately, more than ten mercenaries stepped forward, took out their daggers and pierced the hanging man's heart neatly.

Then, drag their bodies away.

This scene was very cruel, but everyone present looked as usual.

Except when it's late.

Of course, she didn't sympathize with the murderers who killed her, but it was the first time she saw such a scene.

In the past, Fu Tingchen would never let her see his bloody and brutal side.

Not long after, a dozen more people were brought in.

"Just ask once,"

Fu Tingchen's beautiful and slender hand took out a cigar and lit it, and the gray-white smoke covered his handsome but indifferent face.

"If you don't say anything, cut off their tongues and limbs and throw them into the snake pit."

The calm voice contained a suffocating murderous intent.

Hearing this, the pupils of the people brought in shrank suddenly, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

Yang Yi understands.

"Say, who in the end ordered you?"

Standing beside Fu Tingchen like this, Shi Wan watched him deal with batch after batch of people.

Until you hear a familiar name.

——Shen Guanghua.

After getting the answer he wanted, Fu Tingchen returned to the room.

what?

The one who bought her to kill her was uncle? !

Shi Wan was forced to follow back in a daze, his face full of disbelief.

Uncle is her only relative in this world, why do you want to do this?

If she hadn't heard those killers say it with her own ears, she would never have believed it.

When Shi Wan was meditating, Fu Tingchen locked himself in the bathroom and washed it over and over again.

He didn't lie down next to Shi Wan's body in his pajamas until he was sure that there was no more bloody smell.

"Wanwan, don't be afraid,"

He hugged Shi Wan's waist, buried his head in her neck as before and murmured.

"There are still two days, at most two days, wait for me."

two days?

Hearing this, Shi Wan's soul frowned.

She had a hunch that what Fu Tingchen had to do was not as simple as helping her take revenge.

-

The day after Shiwan died.

Fu Tingchen picked countless white roses and piled them up beside Shi Wan, with a desperate smile on his slightly curved mouth.

White roses are Shiwan's favorite flower, and the only flower growing in the Fuji Manor.

The hundreds of flowers in front of me were picked one by one by Fu Tingchen in the morning.

When Shi Wan looked at the criss-cross scars on Fu Tingchen's knuckle fingers, his heart throbbed inexplicably again.

She sighed.

"Why are you doing this?"

Before the words fell, Fu Tingchen's voice sounded.

"As long as Wanwan likes it, I'm willing to do anything."

Can Fu Tingchen hear her?

Shi Wan was startled, and subconsciously covered her mouth.

She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Fu Tingchen, making sure that he couldn't see it, and then she lowered it slowly.

After Fu Tingchen kissed Shiwan's already completely cold lips, he lifted his feet and left the room.

Of course, Shi Wan's soul followed Fu Tingchen to the basement.

A middle-aged man was nailed to a pillar, his originally refined face was completely changed.

He looked at Fu Tingchen who walked in, as if he saw a messenger from hell, desperate and flustered to the extreme.

"Fu, Mr. Fu, what are you arresting me for?"

It was obviously a question, but he said it as if he was begging.

Shiwan's soul stood in front of Shen Guanghua.

Looking at the panic and fear in his eyes, her eyes were filled with disappointment and ridicule.

With family, she knew Shen Guanghua well.

He wouldn't be like this if nothing was done.

Shi Wan looked sad.

It's ridiculous.

She treated her as someone respected by her relatives, and bought a murderer to kill her.

The person she was desperately trying to escape from was helping her avenge her.

She was wrong, wrong from beginning to end.

"What?"

Fu Tingchen stretched out his hand to strangle Shen Guanghua's neck, his expression ferocious and crazy.

"My Wanwan, I don't even want to hurt her with a finger."

His handsome face was full of hostility, his eyes were scarlet, like a mad beast.

"Shen Guanghua, how dare you kill her, how dare you kill her?!"

The strength in Fu Tingchen's hands became heavier, and the killing intent around him became more terrifying. Shen Guanghua soon lost his breath.

"Starting from you, I will let your entire Shen family be buried with Wan Wan!!"

When Shi Wan looked at the paranoid and gloomy man in front of him, he didn't have any disgust, but felt very distressed.

She walked up to Fu Tingchen, stretched out her hand and caressed his frowning brow emptyly.

"Fu Tingchen, I'm sorry."

Fu Tingchen seemed to have sensed something, paused his trembling hands, and his eyes instantly fixed on the position where Shiwan's soul was in front of him.

But the next moment, he laughed at himself again.

Shiwan followed Fu Tingchen in a trance, and returned to the study, busy until late at night.

But he didn't pay attention to what he was doing.

It was not until early morning that Fu Tingchen returned to the bedroom.

He hugged Shiwan's dead body, and fell asleep in their arms again.

Shiwan was sitting on the sofa in the room, quietly watching this scene.

-

Another night passed.

The room was filled with more white roses, like a garden.

Shi Wan's body lay quietly in it.

There is no trace of terror, but there is a sense of quiet beauty.

But no need.

In the bedroom where only Fu Tingchen could come in, many people came in.

Looking at their attire, there are monks, Taoist priests, and even Thais covered in tattoos.