Chapter 188 The Handsome Man of the Ninth Palace

"You, you..." Liu Zongming was really scared. At that moment, the way Fu Jiu looked at him reminded him of animals crawling delicately in the dark, and what Fu Jiu said was simply shocking. People were very scared, maybe even if he was beaten to death, Fu Jiu wouldn't have to bear any responsibility at that time.

Is he still a high school student?

They always beat people whenever they want.

This person hit someone and destroyed the evidence?

After Liu Zongming figured this out, instead of feeling relaxed, the coldness of the back of his neck emerged little by little.

Only at this time did he realize that no one would pass by this place at all.

It also means that no one will save him!

Fu Jiu still smiled unhurriedly, her long legs blocked Liu Zongming's only way out, and it was because of those sinister and handsome eyes that made people feel more oppressed.

Liu Zongming couldn't even stand up, and stammered to explain: "Fu Jiu, I, we are all classmates, there will inevitably be a little friction between classmates, I was wrong about surrounding you, I apologize. How to put it, we have an exam soon, late, it's not good to be late."

After hearing what he said, Fu Jiu raised her beautiful eyebrows: "It's a good attitude to admit mistakes, but there is no small friction between me and you."

As she said that, she stretched out her hand, and with a slight movement of her silver hair, she directly pulled Liu Zongming's collar over, her handsome face lowered: "You're trying to trick me, aren't you? If you want me to let you go, that's fine. Put your cell phone Take it out and give the person who directed you a call."

Liu Zongming's eyes trembled: "What, what instruction."

"Student Liu." Fu Jiu smiled slowly, and patted his face lightly with her left hand: "I am impatient. Do you want to hit him or not?"

Liu Zongming did not speak.

Fu Jiu didn't talk to him anymore, she bent her right leg and was about to drag him and beat him up again.

Liu Zongming quickly stretched out his hands, and shouted anxiously: "I'll hit, I'll hit!"

Fu Jiu laughed and threw him against the wall.

Liu Zongming knew that he couldn't escape. With Fu Jiu like this, if he didn't make this call, he could really beat him to death!

In fact, Liu Zongming's body was already in great pain. It was strange to him that after being beaten like this, there was no trace of blood on his body, but the fingers pressed on the screen betrayed his current physical condition, and it was painful. Trembling everywhere.

On the other end of the phone, Fu Ximing was still wondering why Liu Zongming was calling him at this time.

He put the pencil case on the wooden table, and then pressed the button on the shoulder, with the usual haughty voice: "What's the matter?"

"Fu, Young Master Fu..." Liu Zongming's breath sounded a little trembling.

Fu Ximing frowned when he heard this: "Where are you? Why do you speak like this?"

Liu Zongming just wanted to speak.

Fu Jiu tapped his wrist, spread out his left hand with a wicked smile, and motioned for him to hand over the phone to her.

Liu Zongming didn't dare to refuse at all.

He found that the ruthless Fu Jiu was born with a frightening coldness. Even though the corners of his mouth were smiling, his eyes were as dark as the night, empty and full of hostility.

With trembling hands, Liu Zongming put the phone in Fu Jiu's palm.

Fu Jiu took it over, hooked her thin lips, put the screen on her left ear, and kept her right leg in the previous position, with a chill in her voice, very handsome: "Fu Ximing..."