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

"no!"

Madam Meng stood up from the sofa with an excited expression.

"Absolutely not!"

Fu Tingchen is a ruthless person who kills without batting an eyelid.

By tomorrow, will her son know if he is alive or not?

Uncle Yang paused, and the smile on his face faded.

"Mrs. Meng, what does this mean?"

"Steward Yang, we have come here with full apologies and sincerity this time,"

Meng Xianghui gave Mrs. Meng a warning look, then smiled at Uncle Yang.

"Please tell Mr. Fu for us, Mrs. Fu."

"Mr. Meng, I want to help you too,"

Uncle Yang spoke with a smile, but there was no smile in his wise eyes.

"But I'm just a servant, and I dare not disturb the master's rest without authorization."

He glanced at Shen Guanghua and his wife.

"Letting you in is already breaking the rules."

The veins on Meng Xianghui's forehead were throbbing.

But he also knew that Uncle Yang was equivalent to half the master in the Fu family, so he could only endure the anger in his heart.

"Then we'll wait here until President Fu and Mrs. Fu are willing to see you."

"Please go ahead, Fu's tea is still affordable,"

Yang Shu said warmly.

"I still have a lot of chores to do, so I won't accompany you."

While speaking, he nodded slightly and backed out.

"It's just a housekeeper, a dog who relies on people's power!!"

Madam Meng looked at Uncle Yang's forehead and back, clenched her fists tightly, her reddish eyes were full of hatred.

Meng Xianghui was also furious to the extreme, but still retained a bit of reason.

"This is the Fu family, don't talk nonsense!!"

Madam Meng bit her lips tightly and did not speak.

If it wasn't for her son, why would she swallow her anger like she is now?

Thinking of Meng Yu, she felt heartbroken and even had difficulty breathing.

"Mr. Meng, Mrs. Meng,"

Zhang Rong opened his mouth cautiously.

"This Fu family, we have already brought you in, and we can't help you with the rest, so we'll go back and wait for your good news."

That's not her son.

She doesn't have the patience to spend here all the time.

"You dare to go and try!"

Madam Meng gritted her teeth and looked at Zhang Rong and the two of them.

"My son will have an accident, Shen Ruoyan, that little jr has most of the responsibility."

Anger filled her red, swollen eye sockets.

"And you, didn't you keep saying that Mrs. Fu was the closest to you when she was with you for many years?

"Use this excuse to get close to our Meng family, and the result? She doesn't even want to answer your phone calls."

The more Mrs. Meng spoke, the angrier she became, her body trembled uncontrollably.

"It's fine if my son is fine, if something happens, I will never let you go!!"

Meng Xianghui didn't speak, and looked at Shen Guanghua and his wife with gloomy hostility on their faces.

Zhang Rong sat down on the sofa again, her lips muttering but she dared not say anything.

Shen Guanghua also had an ugly face.

-

In a dark basement.

Fu Tingchen stood in the half-light, his clear and exquisite facial features were so perfect that it was a little unreal.

His expression was dark and deep, and hostility surged all over his body.

Holding a handkerchief in his knuckle hand, he slowly wiped the blood on his fist.

In front of him lay more than [-] bloody men.

Meng Yu was among them.

His body was covered in scars, and his life and death were unknown.

The strong smell of blood seemed to cover the whole room with a layer of blood mist, like hell on earth.

At this moment, Yang Yi walked in.

"Boss Fu, Madam is here."

Fu Tingchen's wiping action paused slightly, but he returned to normal in an instant.

"Let her in."