Being a Lady of an Influential Family: 221, Big and Young’s Nightmare (two more)

On the other side, the atmosphere in Dujun Fu's study was extremely solemn, and Han Ran couldn't help but complain secretly while standing on the side. Dujun Fu is not a gentle and amiable temperament, but the people who follow him don't feel too sad.

After all, for most capable people, a boss who is vigorous and resolute is definitely easier to get along with than a boss who turns three turns in one sentence and changes his face three times a minute.

Although Han Ran has not been with Governor Fu for a few years, he has a general understanding of Governor Fu's temper.

As long as you don't be smart and do things you shouldn't do, and do everything you're supposed to do, no matter how angry you are, Governor Fu won't let the people around you get angry.

This point is actually very similar to Fu Dashao. Outsiders say that Fu Dashao is not easy to get along with, but Han Ran knows it. Why are people like Xu Shaoming and Xia Wei'an loyal to Fu Dashao? How are the people around you?

On the contrary, Mrs. Fu eats fast and recites Buddha like that, looking elegant and dignified, and sometimes rewards and rewards the people around her. The maids and servants in Mrs. Fu's yard are quite a punching bag.

But at this moment, Dujun Fu felt the chills coming out of him, and Han Ran felt a little unbearable even knowing that Dujun Fu would not let him out.

"Go check Madam's affairs." After a long time, Commander Fu said coldly.

Han Ran was taken aback for a moment, "Overseer means..."

This is a very broad meaning. What to check and to what extent? How to check? All are important.

The madam of the dignified Overseer is not a random investigation. Not everyone has the guts to go directly to his wife's yard to arrest people and kill people like Fu Da Shao did.

In the past few years, Mrs. Fu has managed the Fu family without any mischief, and has given birth to three more children. Du Jun Fu has always respected Mrs. Fu very much. He won't be suspicious of checking his wife all day long. If he is so small, it's not just his wife who will be checked.

Fu Dujun glared at him and said coldly, "Check carefully! Focus on her and the boss's affairs in the past few years."

Han Ran nodded respectfully, "Understood, Overseer."

"Go!" Commander Fu said.

Han Ran nodded, saluted and turned to go out.

Walking out the door, recalling Dujun Fu's indifferent expression when he just left, Han Ran couldn't help taking a deep breath in his heart.

The backyard of Fu's house has been quiet for so many years. It's going to be windy.

In the secret prison of Yongcheng, the bored prisoners watched with interest Xu Shaoming dragging a person in from the outside.

It was really dragging. The man was lying on the ground and was dragged by Xu Shaoming's neckline, so he dragged him all the way forward, leaving bloodstains from being dragged along the way.

"Yo yo, Adjutant Xu, what kind of unlucky criminal is in the hands of Master Fu." One of the prisoners asked with great interest, lying on the railing of the cell.

These people are locked here, they can't get out, they don't seem to die for a while, but they get familiar with the people who come here from time to time.

Xu Shaoming glanced at the person who was speaking, then lowered his head to look at the person being dragged by him, and sneered, "It doesn't have eyes to eat the gall of a bear's heart and a leopard."

"...Fu Fengcheng's legs are crippled, and he's still so angry?" someone muttered in a low voice.

Xu Shaoming glanced at the person who was speaking, but he didn't care and dragged him in. The people in the cell behind him bet on whether the unlucky ghost would survive.

Xu Shaoming threw the man in his hand into an empty interrogation room. The man raised his head with some difficulty and looked terrified, "What is this place?"

Xu Shaoming walked to the back of the desk in the room and sat down, opened a book and flipped through it, then picked up the pen beside him and wrote a few words, "Feng San, what's your real name?"

The unfortunate person is Feng San, who is already "dead".

Feng San also thought he was dead, after all, he was really shot by Xu Shaoming.

But when he woke up again, he was locked in a dark, narrow and dark place. The injury to his chest was not serious, at least it wouldn't kill him.

At this moment, how could Feng San not know that he was kidnapped by Xu Shaoming?

Seeing that he didn't cooperate, Xu Shaoming put down his pen and smiled at him, "I advise you to be honest, anyway, you are already dead to outsiders now. Even if you die again, no one will care."

"You..."

Xu Shaoming said: "Yes, I killed you in front of everyone, but now... I'm still sitting here. Do you think Madam will do anything to me for you?"

"Impossible!" Feng San couldn't help jumping up and said, the two young men standing on the side immediately stepped forward, clasped his arms behind him, and pushed him to his knees, "Mrs. Yes! You are dead!"

Xu Shaoming played with the pen in his hand, "What are you daydreaming about? You are a **** who runs errands for your wife, and you expect your wife to conflict with the young master for you? If you don't die, maybe the wife will save you, you all If you are dead, what do you expect your wife to do? Answer my question well, it is the only value you have left to live. Otherwise, I will have to treat you as truly dead and replace it with someone of value.”

"You want to scare me? I'm not scared!" Feng San sneered.

Xu Shaoming nodded and gestured to the two young people, "Let the people around Madam see your methods."

The two young people laughed, "Adjutant Xu, don't worry, we have too many hard bones here, and this one is not ranked yet."

This prison isn't without tough bones they can't handle, but who are those people? How can this be compared to this?

Xu Shaoming stood up, "Two hard brothers, I'll go out first."

Before leaving, Xu Shaoming glanced at Feng San with a half-smile, "If I were you, be smart."

Feng San was cold all over by him, and he wanted to push back Xu Shaoming, but he had already opened the door and walked out.

In the dark rainy night, the downpour hit the body, making people feel cold and biting, like falling into an ice cave.

Fu Fengcheng didn't know how long he had been lying in the rain, an hour, a day, a month, or a year?

That icy sting let him know he wasn't dead, not completely unconscious.

In his memory, it was rare to see such heavy rain in the north in early winter. But at this time, the sky seemed to be deliberately opposing him, and the pouring rain fell on him mercilessly.

Not far away, a man wearing a raincoat covering most of his face was looking down at him, but the other party's voice was clearly heard in his ears, "Tsk, it's said that the North Dragon South Phoenix Heaven's favored son, even your own mother can't tolerate you, Master Fu, what kind of heaven's favored son are you?"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Fu Fengcheng! Fu Fengcheng!"

Leng Sa looked anxiously at the person beside her, Fu Fengcheng's face was cold and pale, and even his whole body was shaking.

A pair of sword brows were tightly wrinkled, and fine beads of sweat covered their foreheads, as if they were caught in some terrible nightmare.

But what kind of terrifying nightmare does someone like Fu Fengcheng have to have to make him like this?

"Fu Fengcheng!"

Leng Sa hugged her and shouted over and over again.

But Fu Fengcheng seems to have completely fallen into a nightmare, and can't hear Leng Sa's voice at all.

The originally pale face gradually became cold, but Leng Sa felt a chilling murderous aura emanating from him.

The original trembling seems to have slowly stopped, and even the sleeping face with closed eyes is not the usual calm but murderous.

In the dream, Fu Fengcheng's eyes were blood red. In the same rainy night, in the same wilderness, there were countless corpses lying on the ground and scattered randomly to the end of the rain curtain.

The man who was still showing off his power just now was lying on the ground. The heavy rain washed the blood away from him, but there was always a steady stream of blood pouring out as if it would never end.

Fu Fengcheng has forgotten that he was shot in the leg not long ago, which is why he lay in the rain for so long.

At this point, he has stood up, carrying a long knife in his hand, which is stained with blood. He took the knife and walked towards the man step by step, his legs were still bleeding but it didn't seem to have any effect on his walking.

The people on the ground stared at Fu Fengcheng with wide-eyed eyes and a grim smile.

"You can't even hold your own mother, why are you still alive?"

"Why aren't you dead yet..."

"You crazy thing! Why don't you die?!" The woman's sharp voice pierced through time and space and the rain came into his ears, Fu Fengcheng looked at the man on the ground coldly, and raised the long knife in his hand Without hesitation, he stabbed with a knife.

"Fu Fengcheng! Fu Fengcheng!"

Leng Sa looked at Fu Fengcheng, whose expression became more and more terrifying, and no longer hesitated to reach out and squeeze a few sore spots on his body.

The person who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes, and before Leng Sa could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a pair of dark red eyes full of violence and viciousness.

"Fu Fengcheng! Please wake me up!"

Fu Fengcheng paused for a moment when he raised his hand in midair, stared at Leng Sa for a while before speaking, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is that you?"

"Awake?" Leng Sa looked at him and asked.

Fu Fengcheng closed his eyes, he saw his terrifying expression in Leng Sa's eyes.

"It's good to wake up." Leng Sa said with a sigh of relief, "Are you alright?"

Fu Fengcheng's hand, which he slowly put down, hugged Leng Sa tightly, "It's okay."

The cold body that seemed to be immersed in ice water gradually began to warm up.