Chapter 279 Mrs. Fu, if You Are Willing to Let Me Eat Soft Rice

Lin Shiyu raised her eyes and saw a handsome and picturesque face enlarged in her sight, "Jing Tong, why is it you?"

Fu Jingtong is here.

Fu Jingtong glanced up and down at Lin Shiyu with concern, "Lion, I came to give you the music score, and I happened to see you in danger. How about you? Are you injured?"

"No." Lin Shiyu shook her little head.

At this time, Beichuan's exclamation came over, "President, you are injured!"

Lin Shiyu glanced sideways and saw Fu Qinglun standing not far away, with a deep bloody hole on his right arm.

Blood flowed down his clean and white palms and dripped onto the floor.

The bright blood stimulates people's eyes.

Lin Shiyu looked at the wine rack behind Fu Qinglun and understood immediately. He was the one who rushed over to stabilize the wine rack at the critical moment.

In fact, he was the one who protected her.

Fu Qinglun stood there, his handsome and elegant silhouette darkening, his cold eyes fixed on Lin Shiyu's waist.

The man's gaze was too gloomy, and Fu Jingtong had already sensed it. He quickly retracted his hand and said hello, "Brother."

Fu Qinglun nodded.

"President, your hand is still bleeding. Let's go to the hospital and bandage it quickly." Beichuan said anxiously.

Fu Qinglun did not move, and his cold eyes moved to Lin Shiyu's palm-sized and stunning little face.

Beichuan looked at Lin Shiyu. He knew that the president was waiting for his wife to speak.

The CEO wants his wife's attention.

Lin Shiyu withdrew her gaze calmly, "Jing Tong, aren't you here to deliver the music score? Let's go back and practice."

She and Fu Jingtong left.

she left.

Fu Qinglun's big palm hanging by his side suddenly turned into a fist, his handsome eyelids lowered, and the corners of his crimson lips drew a dark and lonely arc. Now, she couldn't even look at him too much.

…

Lin Shiyu got into Fu Jingtong's luxury car, which was speeding on the road.

"Lion, brother's car has been following us." Fu Jingtong said at this time.

Lin Shiyu glanced through the rearview mirror, and sure enough, a Bugatti Veyron had been following closely behind.

Why would he follow her if he didn't go to the hospital to get bandaged?

At this time, a series of melodious cell phone ringtones rang, and her call came.

He lowered his eyes and saw Fu Qinglun's phone number.

She scratched her finger with green-white fingers and hung up immediately.

Soon, he called again.

Lin Shiyu directly blacklisted his mobile phone number.

On the Bugatti Veyron, Beichuan was driving. Fu Qinglun was sitting in the back seat, his tall body leaning lazily on the seat, his two proud long legs stacked on top of each other. He frowned and listened to the busy tone coming from inside. .

She blocked him.

"Beichuan, where is your cell phone?" Fu Qinglun threw his cell phone on the seat of the chair.

"President, here." Beichuan handed over his mobile phone.

Fu Qinglun stretched out his white and clean palm to take the phone, and then dialed the familiar phone numbers.

"Hey," Lin Shiyu's clear voice came over, "Master Fu, are you annoyed?"

She finds him annoying.

Fu Qinglun said calmly, with a touch of displeasure and warning, "Mrs. Fu, it's so late, you are not allowed to be alone with a man, let alone take a man home!"

After two beeps, the other end hung up the phone.

She hung up again.

Fu Qinglun turned his head and looked out the window. The neon lights of the city reflected through the car window on his handsome and gentle face. He raised his hand to pull off the tie around his neck, but found that he was not wearing a tie. Why did he feel suffocated?

The scene where Fu Jingtong hugged her waist just now was in her mind.

He knew that she and Fu Jingtong often collaborated during this period. They were two talented young masters and talented women all over the world. How many people were looking forward to their collaboration, and privately, the fans were supporting them.

Those fans were waiting for Lin Shiyu to kick him, log him offline, and then support Fu Jingtong to become the leader.

…

Lin Shiyu had real estate in Imperial City. When she arrived at an apartment, she took out the key from her bag and opened the apartment door.

Fu Jingtong walked in, and Lin Shiyu was about to close the door.

But then a shiny leather shoe came in. Fu Qinglun came. He held the door against her to prevent her from closing it.

Lin Shiyu raised her eyebrows and said, "Young Master Fu, you're not done yet, are you?"

Fu Qinglun pursed her thin scarlet lips and said, "Can't I even enter my home?"

"Your home?"

"Married and married property is jointly owned, and your home also owns half of mine."

"...Master Fu, you look like a freeloader."

Fu Qinglun raised his heroic eyebrows and said, "Mrs. Fu, if you are willing to let me have a soft meal, I will definitely be able to serve you comfortably in bed."

“…”

Lin Shiyu closed the door hard.

"Hiss," Fu Qinglun grunted in pain. He squeezed his injured right arm into the crack of the door and let her pinch it, "Mrs. Fu, it hurts."

pain.

This man who had the power over the entire Ye City, a man with aristocratic blood flowing through his bones, actually shouted "pain" to her.

Lin Shiyu said that she had given up, and she let go of the doorknob and let him in.

…

Fu Qinglun walked into the apartment, but he was left alone because Lin Shiyu and Fu Jingtong entered the singing room and they were rehearsing songs.

Fu Qinglun, who was tall and long-legged, leaned against the door and looked at them. Then he bent his tall body and lit a cigarette, and he began to swallow the clouds and smoke.

Lin Shiyu put her green fingers on the keys and played the music, but soon she frowned because she had a knot in one place.

She played this part several times, but couldn't get it right.

"Jingtong, I don't think it's good here."

"Let me see."

Fu Jingtong came over. He stretched out his beautiful fingers and pressed the keys. He also played it once. It really didn't make sense.

Both of them are stuck here.

Outside the door, Beichuan brought a medical kit over and said, "President, let me bandage your wound."

Fu Qinglun smoked the last puff of cigarette, then bent down his tall body and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray. He took the medicine box from Beichuan's hand and strode into the singing room, then put the medicine box in the ashtray. On the keys.

He stretched out his knuckled fingers to hold Lin Shiyu's green little hand, and put a cotton swab in her palm, "Mrs. Fu, bandage my wound."

“…”

Lin Shiyu needed personal space when writing songs and didn't like to be disturbed by others. She immediately glanced at Fu Qinglun and said, "Young Master Fu, I'm working!"

Fu Qinglun's cold eyes glanced down at the music score in her hand, and then calmly withdrew his gaze, "Mrs. Fu, which one is more important, work or husband?"

As he spoke, Fu Qinglun looked at Fu Jingtong, and his deep voice was undeniably strong, "Jingtong, it's getting very late. You should go back. My wife and I are going to bed."

Fu Jingtong glanced at Lin Shiyu, then stood up, "Okay, brother, Lion, I'm leaving first."

Fu Jingtong walked out. Before going out, he glanced back at Fu Qinglun and Lin Shiyu.