Being a Lady of an Influential Family: 243, drunk (three more)

"Clap clap clap."

There were several high-fives in the hall, and then everyone came back to look at the handsome Wei Changxiu.

Headmaster Wei smiled and looked at Leng Sa raising his hands and applauding his eyes full of admiration, "The young lady is very skilled."

Smile coldly, "Smile, stress reaction."

"..." You should move your foot off someone's arm and say that.

Chairman Wei's eyes fell on Fu Fengcheng, "Young Master Fu, that's why you can't do it. You still need the wife's help in this small battle. It's really...tsk..."

Fu Dashao also got the biggest ignorance of everyone present when he shot a gangster's head.

Fu Fengcheng said indifferently: "This mess doesn't seem to be mine."

Long Yue snorted softly, "You didn't do anything tonight, did you?" The auction is still handled by a few of them. The biggest thing for Fu Fengcheng tonight is to talk about it.

Fu Fengcheng raised his eyes and said calmly, "I have a wife, do you have one?"

"..." For the first time, Shaoshuai Long expressed his admiration when he saw a man who was so generous with his soft rice. He's not so shameless.

Song Bo'ang brought people in from the outside and said to Fu Fengcheng, "Young Master, the outside has been cleared."

With such a riot tonight, it is no surprise that tomorrow will definitely be a major news that will shock the whole country. Although they blocked several roads leading to the hotel first, there were many people near the hotel, and some reporters had not left.

Those gangsters are still sporadically fleeing, and a lot of manpower is needed to hunt down and search so as not to cause any further harm.

Fu Fengcheng nodded slightly, "General Song has worked hard, let me clean up the aftermath."

"Yes." This kind of thing naturally doesn't require a person of Song Bo'ang's level to go in person. He nodded to the people around him, and immediately someone turned around and went out.

Fu Fengcheng's eyes fell on Hong Tianci on the ground, and he instructed lightly, "Xia Wei'an, take it away."

"Yes." Xia Wei'an took two steps forward, but saw Hong Tianci suddenly raise a gun, but this time the gun was not aimed at the person opposite him but at himself. Just as he was about to shoot a silver light flashed, the gun in Hong Tianci's hand fell to the ground and slid a few steps away, landing right at Leng Sa's feet.

Leng Sa raised his foot and kicked the gun, "Huh? Where did this gun come from? Why is Mr. Hong so impatient?"

Hong Tianci gritted his teeth and said coldly, "The ants are still alive, and Mr. Hong can't wait."

Xu Shaoming said with a smile, "Probably because Mr. Hong is terminally ill, he doesn't have much time to live. We don't know how much more sparring it will take. It's better to just die."

Hearing this, Hong Tianci suddenly widened his eyes and stared at Fu Fengcheng, "You are playing me on purpose!" From the very beginning, Fu Fengcheng knew his details. Therefore, in Fu Fengcheng's eyes, everything tonight was just a play from beginning to end.

Hong Tianci's face was blue and purple, and he was almost so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

"It's not just me who is playing tricks on you." Fu Fengcheng said, glancing at Long Boyun and Shang Feiyun, who were also sitting in the corner on the other side.

I don't know when these two have been sitting upright, and they are staring at them with great interest as if they are watching a play. Where does it look like they are drugged?

Long Boyun sighed and said with a pity: "I thought I could take the opportunity to sell Fu Dashao's favor, but I didn't expect Dashao's own people to be too sturdy and didn't get involved."

Shang Feiyun snorted softly, "Elder Hong broke the contract first, but I can't blame Feiyun for not being trustworthy."

"Pfft!" Hong Tianci finally couldn't help but let out a breath and threw himself to the ground.

Leng Sa sighed and picked up the gun from the ground, "Can't you be a little more friendly to the old people?" Tonight was the worst, Hong Tianci.

This **** hotel can't stay for long after the matter is settled, and the VIPs in the hotel who have come from afar are also arranged to go elsewhere. Speaking of which, Hong Tianci is also a sinner. The Hong Gang's huge industry has been ruined like this, and no one will dare to come here in a short period of time. Of course, I don't know if the Hong Gang will be able to escape the disaster this time, and it is estimated that no one has the time to worry about this.

Fu Fengcheng and Leng Sa took people out of the hotel when they saw a car parked on the road not far away, standing beside the car was a straight and familiar figure, it was Han Ran.

Dujun Fu was sitting in the car and was slightly relieved when he saw the two coming over and swept his eyes around them, "Are you all right?"

Smile coldly: "Thank you father for your concern, everything is fine."

"It's fine, just go back to rest early. There is someone here to take care of the aftermath, and the rest will be dealt with tomorrow." Dujun Fu looked at Leng Sa's eyes, which had changed a bit from before, and seemed to have a meaning that wasn't there before. . It's a bit similar to the eyes that Dujun Fu sometimes has when he talks to Fu Fengcheng. Before Leng Sa could taste it carefully, he already passed them and looked at Fu Yucheng and Gong Sihe who were following behind him.

"Father." Fu Yucheng's face was pale, obviously he hadn't recovered from the shock tonight.

Fu Dujun nodded slightly, rarely did not reprimand him, just said, "Go back to rest early, is Miss Gong okay?"

Although Gong Sihe's face was pale, he still looked decent.

"Thank you Overseer for your concern, I'm fine."

Dujun Fu nodded and leaned back in his seat to stop looking outside. Han Ran nodded respectfully to everyone, and turned to get into the car.

"Who do you think is the person behind Hong Tianci?" It was two o'clock in the morning when he got home. After washing up, Leng Sa was more awake and a little excited and couldn't sleep at all. So he rolled around on the bed. Fortunately, the bed was wide enough, otherwise Fu Fengcheng, who was sitting on the outside, would have been pushed out of the bed by her.

Fu Fengcheng leaned against the head of the bed, put down the book in his hand and looked at her: "What do you think?"

Leng Sa looked up at him and shook her head, "I don't know, I don't know very well what big figures Anxia has." At most, she only knew about the commanders of various places and the capital's cabinet.

Although it is reasonable to say that they have the ability to instruct the Hong Gang, but they have the need to kill Fu Fengcheng, they should generally be among these families. But Anxia has been inherited for thousands of years, and it is really impossible for ordinary people to know how deep the water is in the dark.

Just talking about the capital, the Zhang family now has a good cabinet, but it doesn't mean that the cabinet belongs to the Zhang family. There are not a few who have strong competition, otherwise the Zhang family would not want to marry the royal family.

There is also the royal family. After all, they have been in power for hundreds of years. Who knows if they have any hidden powers?

"Both the young marshals, why are Long Yue and Song Lang not cared about every day? Why are you so hated." Leng Sa sighed softly, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pulled Fu Fengcheng's cheek.

Fu Fengcheng calmly held her wrist and pulled the person to him with a little force. Leng Sa was forced to rest on his lap, "It's mediocre not to provoke jealousy, isn't that what Madam said?"

"I never said that."

Leng Sa struggled to get up, "Are you planning anything else tonight?"

Fu Fengcheng raised his eyebrows in confusion, "What are you going to do?"

"Those sharpshooters?" said coldly, "Even without me, can you solve them?"

Otherwise, if she doesn't act, will Fu Fengcheng be locked up by those people?

Be aware that snipers are like ghosts everywhere in the dark, and if you are not careful, you will be hit by them. She didn't believe that Fu Fengcheng would put all his bets on her.

Fu Fengcheng said: "How can a sharpshooter like Madam be so easy to find? But... I did prepare some precautions."

Leng Sa looked at her curiously, with stars shining in her eyes.

Fu Fengcheng said: "I had people bury ten kilograms of fried (crab) medicine near all the locations suitable for sharpshooters to ambush in advance."

"..." Leng Sa carefully calculated the suitable ambush locations in his memory, "Have you blown up more than half of those two buildings?"

Fu Fengcheng said: "So this is a last resort."

"Is there no snipers in the six southern provinces?" Leng Sa was puzzled. From what she had learned from Xingcheng before, it seemed that there were still a lot of good seedlings.

Although Anxia doesn't have the concept of modern sniper yet, but from ancient times to the present, there have been sharpshooters and sharpshooters. In Leng Sa's view, many of these concepts are very close to snipers.

Fu Fengcheng nodded and said, "Yes, it's too troublesome." The average sharpshooter in the army is not as efficient and powerful as his wife.

The duel between the two sides will consume a lot of time and inevitably cause unnecessary sacrifices. In fact, they also arranged a few sharpshooters tonight, all of which were used to deal with ordinary people and cooperate with Leng Sa to suppress the opponents. However, it is said that those people are very curious and admire the mysterious gunman. If they were not disciplined, they might have run out to ask someone for advice afterwards.

Leng Sa shook her head in disapproval, "Actual combat experience is still very important, how can they grow like you?" In fact, tonight she was able to hold down a few people by herself, but there was still a gap in strength. If you really meet an equal opponent, time-consuming is inevitable, and this profession is sometimes compared to who has more patience.

"Madam taught me a lesson." Fu Fengcheng looked sideways at her obviously sleepy appearance and said softly, "I haven't thanked Madam tonight yet."

Leng Sa is a little puzzled, "Thank you for what?"

"Thank you madam for protecting me tonight." Fu Fengcheng whispered close to her ear.

Leng Sa waved his hand very generously and said, "No thanks, Lord Leng has promised to protect you, and you will keep your word."

Fu Fengcheng said: "That won't work, what kind of gift does Madam want?"

Leng Sa blinked and stared at Fu Fengcheng in a daze, "Thank you? Let me think about it... er, can't think of it..." For some reason, Leng Sa suddenly felt that his head was empty and couldn't help but exert himself. Shaking his head a little embarrassed.

Fu Fengcheng's eyes flashed with a smile, "You are drunk."

"I didn't drink." Leng Sa said firmly.

Fu Fengcheng glanced at the empty cup on the bedside table next to him. It was the wine he had poured for himself before, and he only took a sip, and it was already empty after he went to wash up.

However, Leng Sa's usual alcohol intake is not bad, so he didn't say anything.

It's been hard after so many things tonight, but obviously Leng Sa's spirit is very high, and it's good to have a glass of wine and get a good night's sleep.

"How can you get drunk with just one glass of wine?" Fu Fengcheng raised her chin and looked at it carefully. She doesn't usually pour a glass of wine, although this wine is a bit strong.

Leng Sa clapped his hand away in dissatisfaction, "I didn't drink!"

"Then what are you drinking?" Fu Fengcheng pointed to the wine glass by the bed.

Leng Sa's eyes lit up, "Osmanthus brewed, sweet." He directly crossed Fu Fengcheng and grabbed the wine bottle aside.

Only then did Fu Fengcheng realize that Leng Sa didn't just drink the one he poured into the wine glass, but that there was less than one-third of the entire bottle of wine left.

It's a spirit...it's a little sweet-scented osmanthus, but not too sweet.

Sure enough, she was drunk.

Fu Fengcheng decisively snatched the wine bottle from her hand. It was no pity that this valuable wine on the market threw the wine bottle directly into the corner farthest from the bed.

Leng Sa was stunned for a while as she watched a parabola draw out, as if she couldn't understand where her sweet-scented osmanthus fermented to.

Fu Fengcheng sighed helplessly. He was so drunk that he reacted so slowly, and Xia Wei'an said that the young lady who killed the Quartet tonight was completely different. But it seems a little cute, she couldn't help reaching out and rubbing her hair, and said softly, "It's getting late, go to bed."

Leng Sa stared at him dissatisfiedly, Fu Fengcheng smiled, "No, I'll drink it tomorrow?" Leng Sa was not addicted to alcohol when he was sober, and he didn't know why he drank so much tonight, maybe it was because of the taste of this wine Great?

Fu Fengcheng thought about turning back and stocking up a little more.

Leng Sa stared at Fu Fengcheng's lips that couldn't stop opening and closing. She couldn't really hear what he was saying at the moment, she felt that his buzzing was as annoying as a fly.

Finally couldn't help but leaned over angrily and took a bite.

"Noisy!"

Fu Fengcheng was stunned for a moment, the slight pain on his lips made him come back to his senses immediately.

Fu Fengcheng glanced down at her, and seeing that she was still unwilling to give up, he unceremoniously turned back to attack. After all, there are a lot of things going on tomorrow, and he can't go out to see people with a tooth print on his face.

Hands clasped her slender waist and pressed Leng Sa softly into his arms immediately.

One hand caressed her back to reassure those struggling restlessly, while the other raised her chin and lightly covered her own lips.

Drowsy and dazed, Leng Sa thought this game was very interesting.

Soon gave up the struggle, put a hand around his shoulder, and unconsciously fought for the initiative.

Under the dim light, the two silhouettes seem to be entangled as one.

There is a faint aroma of wine flowing in the room, and the two breathing sounds are becoming more and more glued, as if they are gradually becoming one.

In the night sky outside the window, there is no moon tonight, the stars are bright, and the night wind is gentle.