Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

"Which hand did you use to touch her just now?" Fu Yanchen's voice was low and powerful. He squatted down, his eyes sharp, looking straight into the yellow-haired man's eyes.

"What? Say it again?" The yellow-haired man looked confused. He obviously did not expect Fu Yanchen to suddenly ask such a question.

"Let me ask you, was it the left hand? The right hand? Or both hands?" Fu Yanchen's voice sounded again, and every word seemed to be knocking on the yellow-haired man's heart.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why are you asking weird questions? I tell you, you'd better send me to the hospital now, immediately, otherwise you will be in trouble when my father and the Xiao family come!" The yellow-haired man tried to intimidate Fu Yanchen with the power of the Xiao family.

However, Fu Yanchen just sneered, and that laugh was full of disdain and ridicule. "Xiao family?"

"Yes, it's the Xiao family! They are well-connected in both the black and white worlds. They are the richest people in Lin City, and everyone has to look up to them to do things. If you offend me, it's equivalent to offending the Xiao family, and you're done!"

Huangmao thought Fu Yanchen was afraid, so he threatened him even more arrogantly.

"Really? Now that you say that, I'm really a little scared." Fu Yanchen replied indifferently.

Fu Yanchen stood up and looked at the yellow-haired man with cold eyes, "Unfortunately, I am not from your Lin City, so I don't have to look at anyone's face, and I am not afraid of the Xiao family."

He took out his cell phone and made a call. "Please check for me the recent business dealings of the Xiao family in Lin City, and which local people they are colluding with..."

When the yellow-haired man heard Fu Yanchen's words, his face changed.

"You... who are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of Lin City?" the yellow-haired man shouted.

Fu Yanchen did not answer his question, but stepped on his injured hand, causing the yellow-haired man to scream in pain.

Lin Nuo pushed the door open and came in. "Sir, the people outside have been dealt with, and the wife has been sent back to her residence. It's clean here."

"Very good, Lin Nuo, chop off one of his hands." Fu Yanchen's voice was cold and resolute as he instructed Lin Nuo who had just come in.

"Okay, sir."

Lin Nuo responded expressionlessly. His eyes fell on the yellow-haired man who was beaten almost unconscious on the ground. He cursed in his heart, "Serves him right. Why mess with their boss's beloved baby when there are so many other people to mess with."

Lin Nuo knew that although their boss looked more gentle than before, once it came to the people he cared about, especially Xu Xiaoxiao, he would become cold and ruthless. Zhuang Rouruo was a living example of this.

This time, the yellow-haired man touched their boss's bottom line and even dared to attack their boss's beloved. He was simply seeking his own death.

Lin Nuo didn't think any more. He quickly walked to the yellow-haired man, grabbed his wrist, and said in a cold tone: "Boy, before you vent your anger on others in the future, you should first understand the situation clearly. Today you provoked someone you shouldn't have provoked, and now, I'll make you pay the price."

The yellow-haired man had become more sober at this time. He looked at Lin Nuo in horror and wanted to struggle, but found that he was powerless to resist.

"No, I really... found the wrong person."

But Lin Nuo didn't listen to his explanation, and Fu Yanchen didn't listen either. It was true that he bullied Xu Xiaoxiao, and the facts were there and could not be changed.

The yellow-haired man could only watch as Lin Nuo raised the knife in his hand high up, and then suddenly dropped it...

A scream pierced the sky, and the yellow-haired man's right hand was chopped off at the root, and blood splattered everywhere.

He almost fainted from the pain, but fear and despair kept him awake.

He looked at Fu Yanchen and Lin Nuo, his heart filled with endless fear.

"This is just a small lesson. If I see you bullying others again, it will be more than just cutting off a hand."

"You...you guys..." The yellow-haired man pointed at Fu Yanchen and wanted to curse, but it hurt too much and he was about to faint.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the private room. It was Fu Yanchen's people.

"gentlemen......"