Quick Travel: Don’t take the Bai Yueguang be script

Fuso didn't care about the blood stains on his hands and just walked carelessly in the bar.

"What is that? It's blood, right? Damn it, is it so exciting?"

"Some boss must have acted harshly."

"Today's college students, bah!"

"It's nice to have money."

Fuso turned a deaf ear to these words, she was intent on getting to her destination.

"you……"

Fuso turned back expressionlessly and looked at the man in a suit and tie in front of him. He had to admit that he was indeed handsome, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes proved that he was not that young anymore. However, a man of this age looked like he was settling. The fine wine at the end of the day gets better with age.

Fusang believes that there are many women who like this guy.

Is he an uncle who is very marketable to women?

"What?" Fusang asked.

"Would you like to take care of your hand?" The man nodded his hand and looked at Fusang.

Fuso looked at her hands. Her hands were covered with the blood of the three pigs. She was not injured. What should she do?

"No need." Fusang gestured to leave, but after thinking about it she turned back. Her eyes were cold and her words were very unlovable.

"Uncle, this way of striking up a conversation is not popular anymore. It's a bit low."

After saying that, Fusang left.

The person next to Uncle Mei wiped away the non-existent sweat on his forehead, and he hesitated and said, "Mr. Song."

This person is Song Yuan.

Song Yu'an curled his lips and said coldly, "What I did just now seemed like I was trying to strike up a conversation?"

"It's not like that, Mr. Song, you obviously care about the lost girl, but she doesn't appreciate it."

Song Yuan frowned and waved his hand, signaling his assistant to stop talking.

Song Yu'an is not suitable for a nosy person. Today he reminded her on a whim, but she didn't accept it.

Song Yuan smiled.

"Mr. Song, where is Madam?"

"Just follow the procedure."

"Yes, Mr. Song." the assistant replied.

*

Over there at Fuso.

Fusang knocked on the door of the box impatiently, but no one paid attention to her for a long time. Fusang opened the door and walked in.

She glanced at the crowd in the box, and finally settled on a dark corner, and she stepped forward.

Under the colorful scene, the blood on Fusang's face and hands scared everyone into silence.

Looking for Mr. Lin?

Fusang walked to a dark corner. She ignored everyone's eyes and stretched out her hand to the person sitting on the sofa.

"Ziqi, I'm taking you home."

Yes, life is so bloody.

Su Jinyao's boyfriend turned out to be Lin Ziqi.

Lin Ziqi opened his eyes. When his eyes met Su Jinyao's face, his expression was a little impatient, "Why are you here?"

Fuso smiled and said, "I'm late."

"What's going on?" Lin Ziqi asked.

Fusang certainly knew what he was asking. Seeing the people around him curiously pricking their ears to eavesdrop, Fusang smiled and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "It's okay, it's just that my aunt collapsed."

Auntie collapsed?

Lin Ziqi's perfect expression broke.

"My friend called me out today. I left in a hurry and didn't bring any money." Lin Ziqi said.

Fusang said indifferently, "I brought it."

She took out a few hundred-dollar bills from her wallet and placed them on the table. Fusang smiled sweetly, "Thank you for taking care of Ziqi today."

Fusang said yes and pulled Lin Ziqi to leave.

"Ziqi, we are going home."

"..."

No one replied to Fusang's words.

After the two left, everyone started whispering.

"Master Lin, isn't this too..."

"That girl is really pretty."

"I think Mr. Lin has gone too far. Why are you pretending to be poor?"

"That woman is also unlucky."

"Bah, you actually spoke for an outsider? Maybe she already knows Young Master Lin's identity."

"Hey, it's possible."

Fusang was pulling Lin Ziqi along the way. Looking at Lin Ziqi walking slowly, Fusang had complained countless times in his heart.

"Is it interesting? Su Jinyao." Lin Ziqi said.

"What's wrong?" Fuso stopped and asked him.

"It's okay." Lin Ziqi closed his mouth.

Lin Ziqi had never felt the maternal love for him from Lin Waner since he was a child. Later, Lin Waner accidentally let it slip that he knew that he was not his father's biological son. No wonder his parents don't like him.

Because his father cheated on her, he saw his mother acting crazy everywhere, and it was only because of this that he finally saw clearly that there was no love between his parents. There is only profit.

The mother was not in trouble because of the mistress. She was afraid that she would not be able to secure her position as Mrs. Deng. She was afraid that her days of fine clothing and fine food would be gone.

Look, a son is better than his mother. He clearly knew his mother's character, such a despicable person.

Lin Ziqi even felt that beautiful women would lie.

He is rich, but he likes to pretend to be poor. He thinks this can test people's hearts.

Fusang sneered at his behavior. He was such a kid. He regarded eating soft food as a test of true love. How could he do that?

The reason why Su Jinyao came home late every time and worked hard was not only the high tuition but also Lin Ziqi. She had to take care of Lin Ziqi.

Su Jinyao really liked Lin Ziqi, and it was Lin Ziqi who she took the initiative to pursue. At that time, Su Jinyao thought that Lin Ziqi was good-looking, and he was not a kid from a rich family, so he would definitely not look down on her.

How did she know that being with Lin Ziqi would be her hell.

Lin Ziqi didn't love her, and he was curious how this money-worshiping girl everyone knew knew his identity.

Of course, in order to reveal her persona of a perfect academic, Lin Ziqi agreed to date her, treating their relationship as a game.

game? Fusang smiled in his heart.

The rental house was not far away. As soon as Fusang arrived home, he followed Su Jinyao's example and poured Lin Ziqi a glass of water, and then asked Lin Ziqi if he was hungry.

"How long will you..." Pretend?

Lin Ziqi was speechless.

"Then I'll order your favorite clear soup noodles." Fusang said with a smile.

"Su Jinyao."

"Ziqi, I'm here."

"let's break up."

The bowl in Fuso's hand fell to the ground, smashing to pieces. She asked in disbelief, "What's wrong?"

"It's just boring."

"Okay. I listen to you."

What do you want me to say? Listen to my breakup?

Lin Ziqi was agitated.

There were tears in Fusang's eyes: "Ziqi, if I had money, wouldn't you break up with me?"

Lin Ziqi: "..."

"I see you always wear those a... stuff. Ziqi, you can't be too vain."

Lin Ziqi was a little speechless. What was he wearing?

Is she really a money-worshiping girl? She can’t even recognize the brand’s clothes?

"I have money, are you still breaking up with me?" Fuso choked. "You just dislike me for not having money."

"Stop it, no more distinctions."

"Ziqi is so nice, I will definitely work hard to make money for you to spend." Fusang burst into tears and smiled.

Lin Ziqi thought to himself, I'm afraid he's not a fool!