Fu Jingshen's mobile phone text message dinged. His slender fingers were dipped in some cream. Yunxing opened the phone for him. The first thing that came into view was the small games that several girls loved to play.
Yun Xing had a smile in his eyes: "Ah Shen likes to play with these?"
Fu Jingshen took out a piece of paper, wiped his hands carefully and slowly, and laughed: "A certain cat likes it?"
With a smile on her eyebrows, she opened the text message. It was from Jiang Yuan: "He was caught. He is in Mu He's basement."
Yunxing read the message once, then hugged Fu Jingshen and flattered him obediently: "I want to go too."
Her delicate face was unpainted, and her eyes were as pure as glass balls. Fu Jingshen pursed his lips: "It's very bloody. You wait for me at home."
Some things cannot dirty her eyes.
Yunxing curled her lips, leaned her little head on his shoulder, and spoke with a hint of coquettishness and a hint of grievance: "I want to go~"
Fu Jingshen picked her up and walked upstairs: "Axing, be obedient. I'll be back in a minute."
But just after walking two or three steps up the stairs, the kitten in his arms started to grunt. Fu Jingshen suddenly felt soft and stopped: "We agreed that when we get to Muhena, Ah Xing can only wait outside and won't go in." ”
Yunxing snickered: "I promise not to go in!"
She deserved to be happy, but Fu Jingshen didn't believe it: "A Xing swears?"
"I won't swear~"
“.......”
Fu Jingshen sighed, turned around and walked to the garage with her in his arms.
He also wanted to be cruel, ruthless and unreasonable, but what could he do? The two unhappy groans from the person in his arms were enough for him to blame himself for a long time.
Jiang Yuan was waiting in the front hall. Half an hour later, he was a little surprised when he saw the boss coming in with his little ancestor in his arms.
He raised his eyebrows and said, "Boss, do you really want to bring the little ancestor in?"
Although he knew that his little ancestor was the boss of Xingyue, he had regarded her as a little girl who was inexperienced in the world for so many years. Subconsciously, he still felt that she could not bear to see the bloody scene below.
Fu Jingshen put Yunxing down, took off his coat and put it on her body. He handed his mobile phone to Yunxing: "Axing is waiting for me in the lobby."
Yun Xing curled his lips and pulled his cuffs. Fu Jingshen pursed his lips and said, "You just promised."
Someone retorted in a low voice: "I can regret it..."
"Yunxing!"
Calling him by his first and last name, it was clear that there was no room for discussion. Yunxing let go of his hand and said, "I know."
Jiang Yuan: Oh, the boss has become a serf and sings! The first step to up the status!
Fu Jingshen walked to the basement, turned back within two steps, lifted Yunxing's chin and kissed her lips: "Don't be sulky."
Yunxing ignored him, and Fu Jingshen smiled helplessly.
Jiang Yuan: .....Sure enough, he misunderstood...
When the boss entered the basement, Jiang Yuan looked outside, closed the basement door, and finally felt uneasy, so he opened the encryption lock again.
The little ancestor probably couldn't break through Mu He's defense system, right? ? ?
There were bursts of painful sounds in the basement. A middle-aged man was hung by his hands in a small glass room.
There was a piece of thick ice weighing nearly five meters under his feet. He struggled to stand on tiptoe on the ice to relieve the pain of his restrained hands.
Mu He was outside the glass room where he was locked, removing the flesh of his men one by one, looking up at him with a smile from time to time.
Suddenly, the entire basement was filled with a deep chill, bitingly cold. The middle-aged man raised his head with difficulty, and Fu Jingshen's cold and emotionless voice reached his ears through the glass: "Don't worry, Deputy Director, your death will not be so painful. "
The middle-aged man trembled and suppressed his fear: "When will the ghost be able to deal with public officials at will without obeying the instructions from above?"
Fu Jingshen was sitting in front with a sharp gaze. After hearing what he said, he sneered. Playing with the pen in his hand, he gently stroked the two letters YX engraved on the pen with his thumb, and answered him after a while: "Ghosting, what?" When do you need to listen to the instructions from above?”
The middle-aged man was shocked and his pupils dilated: "Fu Jingshen, how dare you kill me blatantly?"
Fu Jingshen suppressed his bloodthirsty smile, and his narrow eyes were full of murderous intent: "My brother was injured all over by the explosion at Fu's house. Deputy Director, someone has to bear this debt, right?"
His words were colder than the ice under his feet. The middle-aged man had goosebumps all over his body. He shouted wildly: "What does it have to do with me? What does it have to do with me! What qualifications do you ghosts have to arrest me!!!"
Jiang Yuan chuckled: "What evidence do you need to provide when ghosts arrest people?"
The middle-aged man laughed when he heard this: "How dare you not even have evidence? You are so ridiculous that you only dare to take it out on me, a little guy. Why don't you..."
Realizing that he had said too much, he shut up in time while Mu He was doing physical work. Hearing him laugh so hard again, he was so annoyed that he said, "Deputy Director, please don't step on the ice. If the ice melts, it won't weigh enough." , the bomb under your feet is about to explode."
The middle-aged man who was stepping on the ice silently retracted his feet. He lowered his head and watched the ice melt little by little, but he refused to give up at all.
Little guy?
Fu Jingshen stared at him closely and kept in frequent and close contact with Chu Yun. Most of the cooperation with the Fu family went through the hands of him, the deputy director of the Arms Bureau. Using the word "minion" to describe him is really a misnomer.
There were piles of corpses in the basement, each with an ugly death appearance and their flesh and bones separated. Fu Jingshen stepped on these corpses and approached the middle-aged man step by step.
Jiang Yuan clicked the button, and the glass cover was lifted. Mu He handed him a sharp knife and sighed. It was tiring to clean up so many dirty things.
Before the middle-aged man could say a word, the knife in Fu Jingshen's hand had already been pierced into his chest. The tip of the knife was facing his heart, and he was careful not to kill him with a single blow.
His deep eyes were full of murderous intent, and he spoke slowly: "Why...don't I take it out on Chu Yun, right?"
The middle-aged man was in agony, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. Hearing Fu Jingshen's words, he shook his head crazily, uneasy and wishing to die immediately!
He said weakly: "What...are you talking about? I don't understand!"
The demon-like man in front of him chuckled, his chest resonating. He took a step back, his eyes serious: "Jiang Yuan."
Jiang complained and lowered the glass cover again, along with a thick iron cover.
At this time, the computer behind Mu He sounded a warning sound. He took off his gloves, ran to the laptop, and opened it.
Could it be Chu Yun's people? How could you find this so quickly?
The defense system was being cracked bit by bit. When Mu He saw the familiar words "You can't do it" on the computer, a flash of panic flashed across his face: "Holy shit, why is my apprentice here?"
Hearing this, Fu Jingshen's body trembled, and the coldness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by panic. He turned around and ran out. The basement door was halfway open, and Yun Xing's eyebrows raised slightly. There was no way he could stop her!
