After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

Chapter 521 The truth back then was very important to Chen

"A Chen,"

Shi Wan held Fu Tingchen's cold hand, trying to transmit the warmth of his palm to it.

"Let's go back and have a look."

"Um,"

Fu Tingchen saw the worry on Shi Wan's face, and pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

How could it be okay.

Shi Wanmei's eyes trembled.

She knew very well how important the truth was to Ah Chen.

Yang Yi also knew, so he didn't dare to say anything.

The car drove slowly towards Fu's Manor.

Fu Tingchen held Shiwan in his arms, and there was no warmth in his black eyes looking out the window.

If something went wrong back then, he would do whatever it takes to help her avenge her.

But what if there was nothing strange, just because that woman was determined to abandon him?

Thinking of this, Fu Tingchen's eyes froze.

The coldness all over his body became heavier and heavier.

Shi Wan obediently buried herself in Fu Tingchen's arms, hugging his waist tightly with both hands, comforting him silently.

Fu's Manor, in the basement.

A dark-skinned, obese woman of about four to fifty years old was bound blindfolded and mouth bound to a chair.

"Um...uuuuuuu..."

She kept struggling, and the pores all over her body revealed panic.

Up to now, she doesn't even know who the person who arrested him is, nor where she is now.

Fu Tingchen walked in with Shiwan in his arms.

Because of the backlight, the man's handsome face was hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

But the terrifying aura emanating from his body suppressed the entire basement.

"Boss Fu, madam—"

The mercenary guarding the door opened the door with a stern look.

Fu?

The moment she heard this word, the woman tied to the chair froze in place.

Breathing is almost stagnant.

This surname was what she was most afraid of facing in her life.

In just a few seconds, the clothes behind him were completely soaked in cold sweat.

Fu Tingchen sat on the sofa that had been prepared a long time ago, his black eyes were bottomless.

"Untie."

There was no ups and downs in the voice, with a cold aura.

The woman held her breath in horror.

"Yes!"

Yang Yi stepped forward and raised his hand to remove the tape covering the woman's eyes and mouth.

"Tear--"

With a stabbing pain, the darkness in front of the woman's eyes disappeared.

The bright light made her dare not open her eyes.

It took a while to get used to it.

She looked up and looked at a man and a woman in front of her.

The woman has a beautiful face and a cold expression.

The pure and beautiful eyes seem to be able to see into the clear pool in the bottom of my heart, making people afraid to look directly at them.

The man was wearing a well-pressed black suit, with a handsome face and unfathomable dark eyes.

Sitting on the sofa in a casual posture, exuding the unique coercion of the superior.

The familiar eyebrows and eyes made the middle-aged woman instantly think of the little boy back then, and her blood was almost frozen with fright.

"Fu, Master Fu?"

It's not that she has a good memory, it's that those eyes are hard to forget.

"Since you still recognize me,"

Fu Tingchen's handsome face seemed to be covered with ice, and his thin lips were slightly parted.

"It should be clear why I came here for you."

He leaned back in the chair with a lazy and cold posture.

The middle-aged woman tried her best to suppress the panic in her heart and shook her head.

"No, I don't know."

The more guilty you are, the more ghostly you are.

Fu Tingchen's thin lips hooked slightly.

"Yang Yi."

"Yes,"

Yang Yi understood immediately, raised his hand and slapped the woman.

Snapped.

This slap was so powerful that the woman's face was slapped aside, and a bloody breath gushed out of her throat.