309: C309 A Melodramatic Drama

C309 A Melodramatic Drama

In the luxurious corridor, everyone was watching. Nan Jinshen and Fu Chao, the two young masters of the Cloud City, each grabbed a woman's arm and glared at each other.0

The atmosphere between the two of them was as hostile as a bomb. They were just short of a fuse that was about to explode. !!!

Su Yuyan would never have thought that such a melodramatic scene of two men fighting for one woman would actually happen on her.

She stood between the two of them like a plate in the middle. She could not advance or retreat, so she could only turn her eyes cold. She looked at Fu Chao and said with an unhappy tone, "Let me go!"

"I will not let go, little witch. There is a sentence that I have been holding in my heart for a long time. I want to tell you - I like you!" Fu Chao's handsome and refined face became more powerful. He lowered his voice. His voice was extremely warm and mellow, and also contained an inexplicable shyness and nervousness.

When Nan Jinshen heard these words, his eyes instantly became sinister and deep like a whirlpool. His fury spread, and he wished he could kill this shameless man.

His eyes stared at Fu Chao furiously. His thin lips moved slightly, and his killing intent was cold as he said, "This is my wife. What right do you have to say that you like her?"

"It's my own business that I like her. Director Nan, you have no right to ask!" Fu Chao didn't give in at all.

His fair fingers tightly grabbed the young girl's slender arm. He had completely fallen out with the Nan family's young master, and was now at loggerheads with him.

Beside him, there were circles of people surrounding them. There were bodyguards, staff of the nightclub, and the onlookers who heard the noise and walked out of the corridor to watch the show. All of them surrounded the three of them.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a farce was playing out. Many people recognized that these two men were Nan Jinshen, the business apex big shot, and Fu Chao, the son of the pharmaceutical industry.

Both of them were young masters from wealthy families. No one could afford to offend them. Usually, it would not be easy to take a look at them. They did not expect to see such a melodramatic scene this time.

Everyone took out their phones and started to take pictures. The flashlights were dazzling. Su Yuyan had never lost so much face in her life. She wanted to strangle Fu Chao to death. She held back the anger in her heart and looked at him coldly. She said, "Let go, or I will not be polite to you!"

"Little witch, even if you are angry, I still want to say that Nan Jinshen is not a good person. His hands are stained with blood, don't go back with him!" Fu Chao only thought that this girl was blinded by Nan Jinshen's dominance and spoke gently. He asked firmly.

Su Yuyan became even angrier.

Her cold eyes went deep into the cold pond and her eyes were filled with red blood. A violent aura kept spraying out around her as she warned, "Bullshit, my husband is the best man in the world! It's just that he likes my husband. Also, Fu Chao, listen to me. I don't like you. In this life, in the next life, in the next life, I will never like you. Don't think too highly of yourself! "

When Fu Chao heard these words, his face turned ashen.

He instinctively looked at the woman and saw that there was no trace of attachment on her beautiful face. Suddenly, his heart ached so much that he could not breathe. He held her finger and could not help but tremble slightly.

However, even more heartless was behind him. Su Yuyan took the opportunity to push Fu Chao away. Then, she walked to Nan Jinshen's side and grabbed his hand tightly. Her watery eyes were filled with a bottomless firmness as she stared at him. Her tone was especially gentle as she said, "Hubby, let's go back. You have to believe me. No matter when, I choose the person I love. It will always be you. As for Master Fu and I, we are just putting on a show. I have no feelings for him at all! "

With a thump, Fu Chao's heart felt like it had been smashed to the ground. He stomped on it hard, causing it to break into pieces and blood to flow out like a fountain.

His handsome face, which had always been as gentle as the spring breeze of February, was now shrouded in a bottomless gloom. The polite and refined young master had become a clown that could be laughed at by anyone at this moment.

There was not a trace of blood on his face. He stood there blankly, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He could not feel any warmth from his body.

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