After rebirth, Master Fu’s little ancestor went wild

Fu Hanzhou hadn't touched her for a while, and since Lu Wansu was so proactive, he almost fell in love with her at once. But he was still rational and restrained and held down Lu Wansu's hand while she was taking off his clothes.

"Lu Wansu, do you still know what you are doing?" Fu Hanzhou asked her hoarsely, his eyes full of restraint.

But Lu Wansu had been dominated by awakened lust and couldn't hear what Fu Hanzhou was saying at all. He just instinctively wanted to get closer to the man.

"I... feel so uncomfortable..." Lu Wansu groaned in pain, her face turned crimson, and even her originally white skin was stained with a thin layer of red.

Fu Hanzhou looked at her uncomfortable look, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he turned over and pressed her under him.

"I hope you won't regret it when you wake up..."

Inside Suite 1908.

Mr. Li had walked back and forth many times. He looked at the time on his watch and saw that it was almost two o'clock in the morning. He was really impatient to wait.

But Fu Hanzhou didn't come back and the matter hadn't been resolved, so he didn't dare to leave.

But waiting like this is really painful.

After a few more minutes, Mr. Li couldn't hold himself back anymore. He looked at Song Nian and asked politely: "Special Assistant Song, do we want Mr. Fu to..."

Before he finished speaking, the door suddenly opened from the outside, and Fu Hanzhou walked in neatly dressed.

The second half of Mr. Li's sentence was stuck in his throat and he quickly closed his mouth.

Song Nian stood up and went over to greet her, asking in a low voice: "Is Madam okay? Do you need to ask the doctor to come over again?"

"Yes." Fu Hanzhou's voice was still a little hoarse. He glanced at Song Nian and said, "I asked Zheng Jiajia to come over. You take the doctor there and ask Zheng Jiajia to guard her."

Song Nian immediately understood what he meant and quickly took the doctor to the next door.

Fu Hanzhou walked to the sofa and sat down, with bodyguards standing on both sides of him. Mr. Li originally wanted to come forward to talk, but when he saw this posture, he immediately shrank to one side and did not dare to say a word.

He Xiangming had obviously not learned the lesson. There was still a wound on his face. He was gagged and curled up on the ground. Even though his hands and feet were not tied, he still didn't dare to remove the rag from his mouth.

Because as soon as he took it off, he was beaten and he vomited blood. But these people didn't seem to care about his life or death at all, so He Xiangming gave up.

Fu Hanzhou gave his men a look, and they immediately stepped forward and grabbed He Xiangming's arm, threw him at Fu Hanzhou's feet, and then violently pulled out the rag stuffed into his mouth.

He Xiangming saw a pair of pure black leather shoes in his sight. He raised his head suddenly and met a pair of Xinghan's cold, dark eyes.

"Have you figured out how to die?"

Fu Hanzhou's cold voice struck his heart, and He Xiangming shuddered.

Before he could react, Fu Hanzhou suddenly picked up the fruit knife placed in the fruit bowl, grabbed his wrist suddenly, pressed it on the marble coffee table, then held the handle of the knife and inserted the tip of the knife hard into his palm.

"what!"

He Xiangming screamed in pain, the blood on his face instantly faded and turned pale, and his whole body almost convulsed with pain.

His blood spattered Fu Hanzhou's face, and the man's stern face looked like Satan from hell in He Xiangming's eyes, making him feel such awe and fear towards a person for the first time.

"You...Fu Hanzhou...why..." He Xiangming held his arm in pain, his brain short-circuited for a moment, and he didn't even remember what Lu Wansu had reminded him.

"You touch someone you shouldn't touch, and you have to pay the price." Fu Hanzhou replied coldly.

He pulled out the knife, handed it to the bodyguard, and wiped his bloody fingers with a tissue on the table. Then a bodyguard next to him handed He Xiangming's cell phone over.

"Mr. Fu, I just found this when I checked the room."

Fu Hanzhou squinted his eyes when he saw the phone. A dangerous cold light flashed in his dark eyes. He reached out to take it, his face instantly gloomy.

"Video?" Fu Hanzhou sneered in his throat, but the smile did not reach his eyes, only a bone-chilling chill.

He sat back on the sofa and turned on his phone. The moment he saw the video, Fu Hanzhou almost crushed his phone.

Those harsh and humiliating words, as well as He Xiangming's slap on Lu Wansu's face, made Fu Hanzhou angry like never before.

Everyone felt that the air pressure at the scene dropped, and the atmosphere was as cold as freezing point.

They all knew that Mr. Fu was really angry.

He Xiangming is simply looking for death!

Fu Hanzhou turned off the video, turned to look at He Xiangming who was sitting on the ground with his hands folded, and a cruel curve formed on his thin lips: "How do you want to die?"

He Xiangming shuddered, and then he remembered Lu Wansu's words, "I am Fu Hanzhou's wife," in his mind, and his face turned pale as a sheet of fright. When he saw the killing intent in Fu Hanzhou's eyes again, He Xiangming knew that he really dared to kill him.

After all, the man in front of him was born in the Fu family and almost controlled the economic lifeline of most of China. It was easy for him to die alone, and no one would even know.

He Xiangming was really scared. He felt unprecedented fear from his heart and even his soul.

"Mr. Fu, I don't know she is your woman. I really don't know. If I knew, I would not dare..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Hanzhou grabbed his hair and slammed his head on the hard marble table.

He Xiangming's head was dented and blood flowed out instantly. He was dizzy for a moment and was thrown to the ground by Fu Hanzhou as if throwing away garbage.

"Make a video call to He Chong." Fu Hanzhou ordered expressionlessly, taking out a tissue and wiping his fingers carefully, as if he had just touched something dirty.

Hearing that Fu Hanzhou was about to call his father, He Xiangming's eyes ignited hope again.

He Chong was already asleep at this point, and it was only when the bodyguard called him for the third time that He Chong answered.

Before the bodyguard could speak, He Chong's angry voice came over: "Who are you, and what do you want to do by calling me so late?"

The bodyguard said expressionlessly: "Mr. He, your son is in my hands. If you want to see your son, you'd better..."

Before he finished speaking, He Chong hung up the phone, and then He Xiangming's cell phone rang.

Fu Hanzhou pressed the answer button and said in a cold tone: "Mr. He, long time no see."

He Chong was stunned, and for a moment he didn't even remember who the voice was. But he knew that the owner of this voice was definitely not his son.

"Who are you? What do you want to do by kidnapping my son? Do you want money or something? You tell me! As long as you don't hurt my son." He Chong's tone was suppressed with anger.

Fu Hanzhou sneered: "What if I want his life?"

He Chong was stunned. Before he could respond, Fu Hanzhou hung up the phone and directly used He Xiangming's mobile phone to make a video call to He Chong, and then handed the phone to his subordinate.

He Chong answered almost instantly, as if he was afraid that something would happen to He Xiangming if he was slow for a second.

The bodyguard pointed his cell phone camera at Fu Hanzhou who was sitting on the sofa. After seeing that face clearly, He Chong's expression changed instantly.