Chapter 304: The wealthy wife's Shura Field (23)

But Fu Yue did not leave.
Sheng Jinghua held her wrist.
The man's low-magnetic and elegant voice sounded, "But after a while, Miss Su is so alienated from Sheng."
Fu Yue broke free of Sheng Jinghua's hand in an instant, frowned, turned her head, those narrow and long phoenix eyes glanced at each other coldly, "I and Patriarch Sheng are just general acquaintances, so how can we get away from each other? ."
"If you can, please call me Mrs. Qi."
The man was very tall, and he blocked Fu Yue's face at this time, blocking her whole body. He curled his thin lips as if he heard something funny.
"Mrs. Qi?"
"Does Qi Jin admit you?"
Low-magnetic, dumb voice, nice, graceful like a spring breeze.
Fu Yue: "..."
Heartbroken.
Xiao Tiantian really doesn't recognize her.
Sheng Jinghua raised her white wrists, glanced at the time, and slowly opened her lips: "At nine o'clock this evening, on the third floor of Paramount, let's talk."
He also added, "Last time you let me dove."
The tone is elegant and threatening.
Fu Yue gave him a cold look, "Don't go."
She turned around and left, but Sheng Jinghua's next sentence made Fu Yuesheng stop.
"If you want Qi Jin to know what happened between us, you don't have to go."
After finishing talking, Sheng Jinghua walked away without any haste.
Fu Yue: "..."
The white fingertips were squeezed, the joints squeaked and the woman's delicate and beautiful face was calm, and she let out air-conditioning.
TMD, she was miserable by the original owner this time.
It's obviously not her sin, but she has to clean up the mess.
Su Chiyue is really awesome.
It is not good to provoke Sheng Jinghua, the current owner of the Sheng family.
Fu Yue really didn't want to get involved with Sheng Jinghua, nor did he want to deal with him.
This person Sheng Jinghua.
Thin-hearted, masked gentleman, wearing a mask of gentle and modest gentleman. There was a lot of blood on his hands, including those who deserved the crime, and there were also many innocent people.
The reason why the Sheng family's business was able to do so was that he Sheng Jinghua, stepping on his bones, worked hard bit by bit.
Anti-human relations, anti-ethics.
The seat of the head of the Sheng family was taken by Sheng Jinghua from his father.
Killing brothers and fathers is still extremely cruel, smuggling drugs, making a lot of money, and there is no moral bottom line.
Sheng Jinghua's actions can be described as annihilating humanity.
Unforgivable.
Fu Yue really didn't want to have anything to do with such a person.
Nine p.m.
Paramount.
Drunk gold fans, feasting.
Passing through the hall of clothes and temples, a beautiful woman in a moon white cheongsam, stepping on small black high heels, coldly looking at the distraught men and women on the dance floor, turned to the third floor.
Push open that door.
Fu Yue raised his eyes and looked in. What he saw was an elegant man sitting on a chair. He was wearing a pair of gold glasses, and his brows were pale and cold.
"Let's talk, what are you looking for?"
Fu Yue's tone was cold, she stood at the door and did not walk in again.
Sheng Jinghua glanced at Fu Yue, curled her lips and smiled, then slowly walked to the table, raised her hand and poured a cup of tea.
"Chiyue should be thirsty, drink a cup of tea."
Fu Yue pursed her red lips, wondering what kind of medicine Sheng Jinghua was selling in the gourd.
Ignoring the cup of tea he poured, the woman coldly said, "Sheng Jinghua, this is the end between us, it's time to end."