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

Chapter 433 Confession and apology are time-sensitive

Fu's old house.

When Shiwan walked outside the living room, he heard Mr. Fu's angry voice.

"Make a mess of the house, just because of such a disorderly woman and a bastard?!"

The old man's voice was full of uncontrollable anger.

"You are a thing that is more than successful than failure, you have really thrown away all the people in my Fu family!"

"dad,"

Fu Qiming's deep voice sounded.

"I know I was wrong."

"Know it's wrong? What's the use of knowing it now?!"

Old man Fu's old face was full of disappointment and seriousness.

"Can you make up for what you owe to Tingchen's mother and son for so many years? You have been deceived by lard for so many years,"

He raised the crutch in his hand and swung it down heavily.

"I'll kill you stupid bastard—"

Muffled noises, one after another.

I also want to know what is going on inside.

Shi Wan's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, she turned around and was about to leave.

However, at this moment.

Uncle Yang who walked over quickly saw Shiwan, and stopped immediately.

"Ma'am, you are back."

Shiwan nodded.

Mr. Fu in the living room heard the voice outside the door, and stopped his movements out of breath.

"Xiao Wan is back? Come in."

"Yes, Grandpa."

Mr. Fu spoke, of course Shi Wan would not refuse, and walked in.

Uncle Yang followed closely behind.

In the huge living room.

Fu Qiming was looking miserable, kneeling on the ground in despair.

Mr. Fu stood aside with his cane on his back, his expression cold.

Seeing Shiwan walked in, a look of embarrassment flashed across Fu Qiming's eyes.

No matter what, he is also her elder.

"grandfather,"

Shi Wan didn't even give Fu Qiming an extra look, but only looked at Mr. Fu worriedly.

"Is there anything uncomfortable about you?"

Although I know it shouldn't be a big deal.

But the toxin has not been completely resolved, so we must be careful.

Looking at Shi Wan, Mr. Fu's expression softened somewhat.

"Don't worry, it's alright."

Shiwan nodded and said nothing more.

"It's late,"

Fu Qiming suddenly looked at Shi Wan with complicated expressions, his voice hoarse.

"Fu...Where is Tingchen now? When will he come back? I have something to say to him. "

Have something to say to Ah Chen?

Say what?

Nothing more than confession and apology.

Shiwan didn't answer, looking at Fu Qiming with cold and indifferent eyes.

These two things are time-sensitive.

Later, it becomes meaningless.

"Do you still have the face to mention Tingchen?"

When Mr. Fu heard Fu Qiming's words, the crutch in his hand hit him hard again.

"What face do you have to face him?!"

One hit after another, beating iron and steel.

Fu Qiming suffered from pain, but he could only grit his teeth tightly and dare not make any sound.

Shi Wan looked at it coldly, showing no intention of stopping it.

If possible, she would like to help Ah Chen hit him a few times.

Uncle Yang also bowed his head and stood aside, silent.

In the living room, there was only the muffled sound of crutches being hit on the body.

Fu Qiming frowned more and more, and his face became paler and paler.

Mr. Fu stopped when he was tired.

Sensing the fatigue on his face, Shi Wan immediately stepped forward to help him sit on a chair, and handed him a cup of hot tea.

Mr. Fu couldn't drink anymore, but he nodded his head to save Shi Wan's face, and took a sip of his tea.

The shortness of breath gradually slowed down.

He looked at Uncle Yang with deep and gloomy eyes.

"How about it, did you ask?"