Fortune-telling and ghost-catching are too cruel, I’m being targeted by the country

When Qin Baichen saw that Fu Jiuqing was silent, he just looked at him with his clear and cold eyes.

Mr. Qin, who had never been looked at so directly, slightly raised his thin lips and asked in a warm voice: "Does it still hurt?"

He helped Jiuqing move back to avoid his itchy fingers.

She said in a lazy tone: "It's okay."

He said perfunctory words and glanced at the bodyguards in the room from the corner of his eyes.

When he saw one of the bodyguards standing behind Fu Mo'er, he slowly raised his feet.

Fu Jiuqing showed an expectant look on his face.

The show is about to begin!

"Oh!"

The bodyguard did not disappoint Fu Jiuqing and kicked Fu Mo'er to the ground.

The opponent's face hit the ground first, making a dull sound.

As soon as he heard it, he knew that she had fallen badly.

Sure enough, he helped Mo'er get up from the ground, and two streams of blood flowed down his nose.

She stared into the bodyguard's eyes, igniting two clusters of angry flames.

Fu Mo'er's voice trembled with anger: "Do you want to die?!"

As soon as she finished speaking, another bodyguard stepped forward and kicked her in the waist with force.

"what!!"

Fu Mo'er once again fell to the ground in an embarrassed posture, screaming from his mouth.

The expensive dress on her body had another lightly soiled footprint.

Other bodyguards around him rushed forward, punching and kicking Fu Mo'er who was lying on the ground.

"Ah! Stop!!"

"Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

"You bunch of rip-off bitches!"

Fu Mo'er, who had no power to fight back, let out heart-breaking roars and cries.

Fu Jiuqing is not the only loser in the Fu family.

Neither Fu Mo'er, the real apple of the Fu family's eye, nor his precious little son who was spoiled to the point of being lawless have inherited any of the Fu family's abilities as a heavenly master.

They are both sons and daughters of the Fu family, and they are also ordinary people, but their treatment in the Fu family is very different.

Fu Jiuqing was sitting on the edge of the bed, with her straight and slender legs crossed, watching the dog-eat-dog scene with great interest.

The bodyguards' eyes were filled with black mist, as if they were going crazy.

Every punch and kick they landed on Fu Mo'er was done with 100% of their strength.

Judging from their menacing appearance, they looked like they were going to kill people.

The sudden change in the nest made the Qin family in the house confused.

Qin Baichen stared at Fu Jiuqing thoughtfully, intuitively feeling that all this was related to her.

When he helped Jiuqing adjust his sitting position, the red marks on his calf that had been clenched by his hands flashed before his eyes.

The eye-catching picture made Qin Baichen's pale face regain some rosiness in an instant.

Feeling the surge of energy and blood in his body, he looked away indifferently.

Fu Jiuqing, who was flirting without knowing it, curled up her red lips into a sneer.

She looked coldly at the disheveled Fu Mo'er, whose injuries were getting worse and worse, without any mercy.

Seeing that the man was only half-breathed, Fu Jiuqing raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

There was a crisp sound and the bodyguards stopped one after another.

The bodyguard who stopped stood in place politely.

They remained motionless, waiting for further instructions.

Fu Jiuqing stood up, walked happily and casually, and came to Fu Mo'er, who was covered in blood.

She roughly grabbed the other person's hair with her hands and lifted him up easily.

A face swollen into a pig's head came into his eyes clearly.

Fu Jiuqing raised the corners of his mouth, shook his head and sighed: "How pitiful."

Fu Mo'er's previous arrogance and arrogance were completely gone.

Her eyes, which were swollen to the size of walnuts, opened a thin slit and stared at Fu Jiuqing with hatred in her eyes.

"It's you! It must be you!"

The yelling and crying made her voice hoarse to the point of being extremely ugly.

Fu Jiuqing threw the person out casually and smiled scornfully: "So what if it's me?"

Everyone in the Fu family has a hand in Yuan Shen's death.

Especially the younger generation of the Fu family headed by Fu Mo'er.

Their humiliation, abuse, and violence were the source of their death.

A little girl who lost her mother when she was five years old.

Every day for more than ten years, I have lived in a dark, suffocating and violent environment.

If it wasn't for the fact that I couldn't hold on, how could I have reached a dead end?

The final fatal blow was delivered by Fu Mo'er himself.

She and her fiancé, who broke off the engagement, had long been hooked up.

Yesterday, they had sex at Qin's house.

In their verbal conversation, the two devalued the original person as worthless, involving physical insults and ridicule.

The words that were offensive to the ears cost a life.

When Fu Mo'er heard Fu Jiuqing's admission, he staggered up from the ground.

Her body, which had just stood firm, suddenly burst out with extraordinary strength and rushed towards Fu Jiuqing at great speed.

Doing so is simply hitting an egg with an egg.

Fu Jiuqing looked sarcastic, and when Fu Mo'er was about to bump into her, he raised his hand to grab her hair.

She dragged Fu Mo'er roughly, grabbed her hair and knocked her against the wall.

"Oh!"

“Bang bang!!”

The continuous dull sounds made the foreheads of those who heard them hurt.

Fu Jiuqing's ferocious side stunned Yan Jiu and others in the room.

Madam's explosive power and cruel and brutal methods would put even some men to shame.

Only Qin Baichen's seemingly gentle but indifferent expression remained unchanged from beginning to end.

After Fu Jiuqing knocked the person unconscious, he stopped and threw Fu Mo'er's broken body to the ground like throwing garbage.

She ordered coldly to the bodyguard who was standing there.

"Throw the person out and get out of here too!"

The bodyguards immediately obeyed the order and quickly left the room like dragging a dead body.

After dealing with the troubled person, the anger in Jiuqing's eyes dissipated.

She walked steadily towards the only bed in the room. Yan Jiu and others looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, fearing that she would do something to Mr. Qin.

However, Fu Jiuqing didn't even look at Qin Baichen.

She came to the bedside and smelled a faint, woody scent of sandalwood.

The look in Fu Jiuqing's eyes paused, but soon returned to its original state. He reached out and picked up the black mobile phone on the bedside table, turned around and walked out the door.

The back view is crisp and clear, without any nostalgia, beautiful and sassy.

It's just that the clothes she's wearing don't fit her well.

"Where are you going, madam? Shall I send someone to take you there?"

Qin Baichen's questioning voice sounded from behind.

The voice is as gentle and warm as ever, and you can't feel any emotional ups and downs.

He did not stop Fu Jiuqing from leaving, and even thoughtfully arranged for someone to escort him.

If it hadn't been for that madam's voice, Fu Jiuqing might really have accepted his kindness.

She turned around and looked back, and saw Qin Baichen's long and narrow eyes filled with a faint red color, knowing that this man was suffering from ghost energy at the moment.

A fake smile appeared on Fu Jiuqing's face, and his voice was cold and distant: "You don't have to worry so much, after all, I have nothing to do with you."

She didn't buy Qin Baichen's fault at all, she just wanted to take the opportunity to clear up the relationship with him.

I have slept with beautiful women, and I have indeed enjoyed it.

But this does not mean that the two will be tied together from now on.

Whoever eats it must be responsible.