105: C105 Madness of Possessiveness

C105 Madness of Possessiveness

On the phone, the woman called him "Director Shang" the moment she opened her mouth. Her voice was full of unusual nervousness.

In that instant, he knew that something had happened to her.

"Third Young Master..."

Wanwan heaved a sigh of relief, as if she had lost all her strength. For a few seconds, she even needed to rely on Fu Sihan's body to barely stand up.

"Did you touch you?" Fu Sihan's voice was so cold that it sounded like slag.

"No, no." Wanwan did not know if his "touch" was the kind of "touch with color."

"Where did I touch you?" Fu Sihan did not believe her.

"Really not, he just..." Wanwan wanted to say something but stopped herself. She was a little embarrassed and did not dare to look at him. "He just touched my face."

"Tsk." Fu Sihan suddenly laughed coldly. "I have not touched your face a few times."

Wanwan was shocked in her heart. She did not know that her words had made him unhappy.

"Get the f * ck out of my face!"

"... " Oh."

Wanwan wanted to withdraw from his embrace, but she was even more trapped by him.

He even gave her a fierce glare and threatened her not to move.

Boss Mediterranean Sea lay on the ground in fear. There was only one thought in his heart: Didn't Yan Wanwan say that she wasn't this man's woman?

It's over, it's over!

Just as he was thinking about how to defend himself and throw the blame on Yan Wanwan, Mediterranean Sea heard the extremely cold man ask Yan Wanwan:

"Did he manually do it to you?"

Wanwan blinked her eyes and her expression was complicated. "You should, shouldn't have chopped... Third Young Master, this is against the law. "

To someone like Fu Sihan, "breaking the law" was nothing. It was completely different. After all, he dared to openly shoot at Fu Manhua.

But now, there were so many people around, and he was doing it for her...

Fu Sihan indeed wanted to chop off that hand.

But Yan Wanwan's reaction was really interesting. Did she think that he would be a good person?

Following the law was a good person's behavior. It had nothing to do with Fu Sihan.

"No." Fu Sihan said.

Wanwan let out a sigh of relief. Seeing him waiting for her to answer the question, she said, "Right hand."

A scum like Mediterranean Sea had forced countless women into submission. He deserved to be taught a lesson.

However, Wanwan never expected that Fu Sihan's way of teaching people a lesson was indeed not as bloody as chopping off their hands, but it was also brutal.

Fu Sihan let go of Yan Wanwan. He walked over and picked up Mediterranean Sea, who weighed two hundred kilograms, with one hand. He held Mediterranean Sea's hand and walked to the dining table, directly pressing him into a boiling casserole of chicken soup that had just been served.

"Ah!"

A painful sound that sounded like the cry of a pig could be heard from the private room.

Mediterranean Sea struggled in pain. Fu Sihan put his foot on his knee. Mediterranean Sea knelt on the ground, unable to move. He raised his hand high and was still pressed into the clay pot.

"Oh my god!"

The timid woman screamed and quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

"Master, please spare me! Please spare me!" Mediterranean Sea shouted. "Director Shang! Director Shang, please save me!"

Shang Junchi shrugged. "I, Third Elder Brother, am going to teach someone a lesson. I can't save him."

If he wanted to sleep with Third Sister-in-law, he would be courting death.

"Third Young Master! Third Young Master, spare me! I won't do it again!" Mediterranean Sea heard Shang Junchi call Third Elder Brother, so he called him Third Young Master. He glared at Yan Wanwan fiercely, "It's her! She said it wasn't your woman, so I dared to do it! I really didn't do it on purpose! "

It wasn't his woman?

Fu Sihan glanced at Yan Wanwan and his gaze quickly returned to Mediterranean Sea.

Wanwan pursed her lips and felt an inexplicable tremble. Fu Sihan's gaze just now... seemed like he wanted to get even with her.

After five or six minutes, Fu Sihan finally let go.

Mediterranean Sea hurriedly pulled his hand out of the casserole. His hand, which was originally full of fat, now looked more like pig trotters. It was swollen and swollen, and oil covered his face.

The surroundings were silent. Mediterranean Sea cried and cried in pain, and his voice was especially clear. He did not dare to get angry at Fu Sihan. He kept begging for mercy, and in the end, he directly knelt on the ground.

Fu Sihan looked at Mediterranean Sea's hand with disgust and said to Yan Wanwan, "Come here."

Wanwan saw her hand in the air and guessed what he meant. "Do you want to wipe your hand?"

"Yes."

There was a sterilized cabinet on the closet in the private room and there was a warm disinfectant towel in the disinfectant cabinet.

Wanwan took one and carefully wiped Fu Sihan's hands.

A man's hands were much bigger than a woman's.

She held his hands with her left hand and used a towel with her right hand to gently wipe his hands. The white towel was not as white as her skin.

Her actions were so gentle that he felt that she was... playing with him.

Fu Sihan took the hot towel from Yan Wanwan with his right hand and used his left hand to grab the back of her head.

Wanwan felt a humid heat coming towards her.

"It hurts..."

This man was using all his strength to wipe her face as if he was wiping the floor.

"Don't scream." Fu Sihan's Adam's apple rolled. His hand paused for a moment and he continued to quickly wipe her face. He wanted to wipe away all the places where the pig trotters had touched.

His people could only be touched by him!

Wanwan closed her eyes and did not see the man's eyes deepen. "It hurts, be gentle..."

That voice was sweet and greasy, very soft, like there was a feather scratching the tip of her heart.

Fu Sihan cursed in his heart, "F * ck," and threw the towel to the side. He said to Yan Wanwan with a cold face, " Follow me!"1

" Oh."

Wanwan did not understand why his mood had changed so much. Furthermore, his voice seemed to have suddenly become cold and somewhat restrained... Mute?

As a bystander, Shang Junchi clicked his tongue in his heart. He knew that Third Elder Brother had always been possessive, but this was the first time he knew that Third Elder Brother also had possessive desires towards women!

This world was really f * cking magical!

Wanwan's handbag was still on the stool. She picked it up and followed Fu Sihan out.

When she walked over, the men and women along the way automatically avoided her, as if she had electricity on her body and did not dare to approach.

"Boss, are you alright?" she asked. Fu Sihan, Yan Wanwan, and Shang Junchi left. Someone came to help Mediterranean Sea.

"Good my ass!" Mediterranean Sea spat and rushed to the hospital with his assistant. He had been burned for so long. Even if his hand was not crippled, it would be crippled.

However, even Shang Junchi had to rely on his breath, let alone the man Shang Junchi respected. Today, he could only bite his teeth and swallow the pain he had suffered.

The person who stayed in the room sighed.

"What is the background of that Yan Wanwan? Does anyone know?"

"I've never heard of her before. Most likely, she's just a little good-looking and knows how to seduce people. Don't look at how young she looks. Maybe she's the best in bed!"

"In this circle, there are people who cling onto the backing of their sponsors every day. There are also people who are abandoned by their sponsors every day. There's no need to mind such a small character."

...

"Third Young Master, thank you for what you did just now!" Wanwan chased after him. Half a second later, she corrected herself, "Thank you for what you did today."

Not only that, there was also that car.

Fu Sihan suppressed the heat in his body and did not want to talk to her.

"Third Young Master, I want to go home."

Wanwan saw that he did not care about her, so she could only bite the bullet and follow Fu Sihan.

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