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Fu Ying couldn't find Zhong Qiu for a while, and there was no one she knew. Many inexplicable eyes fell on him, making him subconsciously lower his head and cover his face by adjusting his glasses.

Without Chang Er's superb ability to make up and shrink bones, it is not a good thing for too many people to see his appearance clearly, and it is really inconvenient for him to run around in the rivers and lakes in the future.

Fu Ying adjusted her glasses, picked up a glass of wine and consciously walked towards Feng Qing and Chang Er who had just come out of the dance floor, he smiled slightly, and asked Feng Qing, "Excuse me, did you see Zhong Qiu just now? "

"No, wasn't he with you just now?" Feng Qing turned his head and looked around the entire hall, but he didn't see Zhong Qiu's figure, so he couldn't help but wondered: "Usually he would be downstairs at this time. Could it be that he went up so early? gone?"

"Go up?" Fu Ying raised her eyebrows, "Cui Yue'an was looking for something with him just now, the two of them walked too fast and I couldn't keep up, did they go up to the second floor?"

Feng Qing nodded: "If Yue'an called him, he should have gone up. Don't worry, Zhong Qiu should be in his mother's room right now. It's best not to disturb him at this time."

Fu Ying understood and was about to leave when she heard "Miss Xu" holding Feng Qing's hand and asking, "Has Mr. Zhong's mother passed away?"

"It's been many years since I passed away, when we were still in junior high school." Feng Qing lowered his voice, glanced at Zhong Qiu, and said, "Every time it's his birthday, and Aunt Cui's birthday and death day, he will visit Aunt Cui Stay in his room for a long time, this time belongs to him completely, it is best not to disturb anyone."

"I didn't intend to disturb him." Fu Ying smiled helplessly, "Is Secretary Feng thinking too much?"

Feng Qing looked at Fu Ying and smiled: "I'm just reminding Mr. Fu, after all, it's rare for him to make a new friend in so many years, I don't want this trivial matter to affect the relationship between the two of you."

Chang Er laughed: "Mr. Zhong seems to have a good temper, why did it take so many years to make a new friend? Is this what you rich people call being too cold?"

"The scope is wrong. Only Zhong Qiu and Cui Yue'an are really rich, not me." Feng Qing shrugged his shoulders: "I'm just a security guard, from work to get off work every day."

"I've never seen such a gentle security guard like you." Chang Er pursed her lips and smiled, and the shiny earrings on her ears were reflected by the light. It shouldn't be here, it should be under the table.

He was holding the wine and was about to leave this place for Chang Er to play to his fullest, when he heard a scream coming from the room on the second floor, the band that was playing also stopped, and everyone looked up and looked upstairs.

A woman's cry for help sounded, accompanied by mournful crying and screaming, Feng Qing was stunned for a second, and immediately ran upstairs.

Not only him, but also several men ran upstairs at the same time. Fu Ying froze on the spot and didn't know what happened, but suddenly felt a push on her back.

Follow up.

Chang Er mouthed to urge him, Fu Ying immediately came back to her senses, and ran upstairs with her legs open.He squeezed into the crowd, still subconsciously looking for Zhong Qiu's voice, but he still found nothing.

A disheveled woman sat on the ground covering her face and weeping. She was wearing an oversized suit, which should have been put on by someone else.

"What's going on here!" Zhong Heng's face darkened, and he turned to ask Uncle Zhao beside him, "Why did such a thing happen?"

Uncle Zhao respectfully said, "This..."

"It's Young Master Zhong!" The woman crying with her face covered suddenly yelled, everyone's eyes were on her, only Feng Qing stared at the half-closed door of the room with a gloomy expression.

Fu Ying paid attention to his expression, and then looked at the door with a faint human voice.

This is Zhong Qiu's mother's room?Master Zhong is referring to Zhong Qiu?He... that's impossible!

The second after the negative conclusion appeared, Fu Ying's mind immediately flashed the glass of wine that Zhong Xu respected Zhong Qiu, and Zhong Xu's deliberate drinking and pouring the wine glass upside down.

If that glass of wine is okay, Fu Ying can write her name upside down.

He turned his head to look at Mr. Zhong who was on the side, and found that he was staring at the half-covered door, his face was extremely gloomy, and broke out amid another screaming cry from the woman.

"You!!" Zhong Heng raised his finger and pointed at Uncle Zhao for a while, then finally put down his hand, turned to the guests and said, "I made everyone laugh, and please rest below for a while, Mr. Zhong After finishing the family affairs, come down and make amends."

He wanted to calm things down, but the woman covered her face in pain again, screaming that everyone should not leave, that she was afraid or something like that.

Uncle Zhao stood aside and did not speak. Instead, a servant stepped forward and said, "Master, let the young master come out in this state."

The old man's eyes were red, and the hands holding the cane were trembling. He stared at the woman lying on the ground, and tried to comfort her, but nothing worked. The woman just kept crying and shaking her head.

Suddenly there was a man's gasp from the door, and everyone present was silent for a moment. Zhong Hengzhong couldn't hold it anymore, and waved his hand at Uncle Zhao weakly.

Uncle Zhao and several security guards walked towards the half-covered door. Feng Qing wanted to stop them, but he only took a step forward and stood still with his fists clenched. The door opened, hoping that the vague male voice coming from inside was not Zhong Qiu.

There was no light in the room, and after the door was completely opened, the sound of the man's panting became clearer, and everyone present could hear it.

Fu Ying looked around, observed everyone's expressions, and judged how sincere the grief on Zhong Hengzhong's face was.

Seeing that Uncle Zhao did not move after they entered the room, Zhong Heng saw the woman who was about to cry again, covered her face and tapped the floor with a cane and said, "Drag him out!"

Uncle Zhao responded, and asked two security guards to drive a man with his head down from the room. Fu Ying, who was standing behind the crowd, couldn't see the man's face clearly, and her heart beat faster and faster.

If this person is Zhong Qiu, then he will only lose face in the next step, Zhong Xu's chance of winning is one point higher, and his mission can be completed immediately.but……

Fu Ying couldn't think of the next words in her mind for a long time. The hand hanging beside her had clenched into a fist at some point, and the joints were white.

But it shouldn't be like this, Zhong Qiu shouldn't be like this, he originally had everyone's envious eyes and a bright future.

Too many images of getting along with Zhong Qiu flooded into his mind for a moment, and in the end it was fixed on the hands that were tying his tie today. His complaining with a smile was still in his ears, but it turned into a roar in reality.

Zhong Heng saw that the man's shirt was messy and his chest covered with scratches was exposed, and immediately raised his crutches to beat him, cursing angrily: "You bastard, you are sorry for doing such a beast in your mother's room." She!"

"In mother's room? Could it be that other people lived in this room besides my aunt?"

Cui Yue'an's voice suddenly came from behind, and Fu Ying immediately turned her head to look. After seeing the indifferent expression on Cui Yue'an's face, the tight string in her heart suddenly relaxed.

That person is not Zhong Qiu.

But there are only two young masters here, this person is not Zhong Qiu, that is...

Fu Ying smiled wryly, not knowing whether she should be happy or sad.Maybe Zhong Xu did plan a lot to plot against Zhong Qiu before, but he has already been seen through, and in the end he reaped the consequences.

It stands to reason that I should be worried about the disadvantages of my boss, and irritable about the remuneration that I may not get, but the relaxation after being too tense makes my heart calm like never before.

Fortunately in my heart, the relaxation of my body can deceive others but not myself.

Fu Ying rubbed her face, and no longer wanted to watch the farce behind. While everyone was watching Zhong Hengzhong, whose old face was flushed from suffocation, and Cui Yuean, who was walking towards the middle of the farce stage with a smile on his face, he chose to exit silently.

Compared with the excitement here, he may need a quiet place to think about what to do next. Should he give up this mission and run away, or continue?

Cui Yue'an's sarcasm, and the malicious discussion with Zhong Xu's name were all forgotten, and Fu Ying walked towards the other end of the corridor on the second floor. He remembered that there was a terrace there, and Zhong Qiu said that there was a wind blowing there.

Blowing cold wind will wake you up much more.

The lively noise behind was getting farther and farther away. Fu Ying was thinking about Zhong Xu's scandal, whether Mr. Zhong would lose his mind and hand over the company to him, or continue to give him money.

If you don't give money, can you still get your own reward?Although Zhong Qiu paid for the medical expenses for the foot injury and did not pay for it himself, but after all, it was a work-related injury for completing work. Should Boss Zhong pay for this part of the mental loss?

He was thinking about these messy things when the door next to him suddenly opened, and a hand stretched out and dragged him into the dark room.

Suddenly falling into a scorching embrace, with warm and humid breath blowing against her ears, Fu Ying subconsciously prepared to turn the other's hand around, but her movements stopped immediately when she heard Zhong Qiu's familiar voice.

"it's me……"

Zhong Qiu's voice was lower and hoarse than usual, the shirt on his body seemed to have been soaked in sweat, and Fu Ying could feel the tide through the clothes.

After sensing Fu Ying's intention to struggle, the hand around her waist increased her strength, imprisoning Fu Ying tightly and making her unable to move.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you covered with...grass!"

It was rare for Zhong Qiu to hear the little neighbor's swearing, so he couldn't help laughing, but instead buried his head in his shoulder and rubbed it, and asked in a muffled voice, "Why are you cursing?"

Fu Ying's body was stiff and she didn't dare to move, fearing that she would rub against Zhong Qiu's place again, she lowered her voice and gritted her teeth and asked, "What's going on here! That Zhong Xu forced people to be caught, why don't you ..."

"Me too?"

Zhong Qiu suddenly raised his head and stared at Fu Ying, his eyes were frighteningly bright in the darkness, Fu Ying stared blankly, subconsciously said: "You..."

"I've been drugged, but Zhong Xu has also been tricked by harming others and himself." Zhong Qiu hugged him tightly, breathing more heavily.

Fu Ying didn't expect Zhong Qiu to speak so clearly, she was taken aback and said, "Let me go, I'll find a doctor for you."

"No, I can't go out at this time. I asked Yue'an to go out and say that I was in a meeting, just to prevent Zhong Hengzhong from thinking that I did it on purpose." Zhong Qiu's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he almost put his weight on the floor. Fu Ying's body, let him stick his back against the wall and have nowhere to escape.

"then you……"

"Just get it out." Zhong Qiu murmured.

Fu Ying leaned against the wall and whispered: "Then let me avoid it, you..."

"I couldn't make it myself, I tried it." Zhong Qiu suddenly reached out and pulled off Fu Ying's tie while speaking.

He chose the tie he tied himself, and now he took it off by himself and put it on Fu Ying's eyes.

But Fu Ying just got used to the darkness in the room, and his eyes returned to black again. For a moment, he only felt the temperature of two places.

One from the strangled hand, one from the ear.

He heard Zhong Qiu's panting warmth whispering in his ear: "So, can you help me, Xiaoying?"