She wanted to catch up and ask, but she didn't know there were other people in the elevator, so she could only shut up.

In the parking lot, Fu Yuan asked, "Did you drive here?" After receiving a positive answer, he looked into the distance and said calmly, "Then drive more slowly. I'll leave first if I have something else to do."

Su Wuwei was stunned on the spot. She thought she had just heard wrongly, but the exhaust fumes of cars were obvious in the air. Fu Yuan's BMW had already passed the parking pole. Wu Yi didn't tell Su Wuwei that Fu Yuan had indeed left.

It was already certain that Fu Yuan must be angry.

Su Wuwei had been frightened by the severity just now, but now Fu Yuan said he would leave immediately. Su Wuwei felt extremely sad, and her tears fell down.

But she squatted there and cried for a while, and suddenly realized that this was still the downstairs of Yanjun Company. She didn't dare to stay longer and quickly drove away.

But what she didn't realize was that Fu Yuan didn't really leave. After he got out of the parking lot, he pulled over and found a hidden corner and stopped.

He kept his eyes fixed on the exit of the parking lot. After watching Su Wuwei leave, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

But his expression was still ugly. He looked at the direction Su Wuwei left, feeling distressed, angry, and more complex emotions that were difficult to describe.

He couldn't imagine what would have happened if he had come a moment later, and when he broke in, he felt tears of blood streaming from his eyes.

Fu Yuan knew that he would definitely feel sad if he didn't send Su Wuwei away.

But if he allowed her to stay with him, he was worried that he would say something that would make her sad, and the situation would probably be even worse.

After watching Su Wuwei's car enter the community, Fu Yuan turned around and drove into the distance.

The suburbs of Shucheng are already desolate, with no grass growing in the winter. Occasionally, one or two crows fly overhead and finally land on the bare trees. There is no breath of life here. It is simply more desolate than the cemetery. At least there are people in the cemetery. Plant evergreen trees.

At the end of the road, a tall gray wall appeared. This wall was much higher than the ordinary wall, giving people a cramped feeling.

Even so, there is a nearly one-meter-high power grid on the top of the wall. Anyone who touches this power grid will probably lose consciousness and fall off the wall.

Fu Yuan's car stopped five meters away from the courtyard gate, because it was clearly written on the wall that "vehicles are not allowed to move forward."

After a series of procedures were completed, Fu Yuan was taken to a room to wait, where he would meet the person he wanted to see.

Not long after, the sound of shackles dragging on the ground sounded, which was particularly harsh in the quiet room.

Fu Yuan slowly raised his head, and his gaze fell across the glass on the woman wearing prison uniform inside. The short hair with exposed ears, a face with obvious wrinkles, and chapped hands was none other than Zhang Qiqi.

Zhang Qiqi clearly showed an expression of surprise when she saw him. She smiled unconsciously. Her smile was like a prisoner in hell seeing an angel in heaven.

However, when Zhang Qiqi discovered that the angel's face was as cold as Shura's, instead of showing any fear, she actually showed a cruel smile.

Fu Yuan was instantly irritated by the smile. He took the microphone and gritted his teeth and said, "Don't think I don't know. This is all your conspiracy."

Zhang Qiqi grinned, revealing her big white teeth. In the dim environment of the room, her teeth were as bright as the fangs of a monster.

She wasn't holding the microphone when she was laughing, so looking through the glass, it looked like she was performing a pantomime.

Fu Yuan looked at her smile and felt that she was even more disgusting. He even felt that Zhang Qiqi was no longer a normal person, she was like a madman.

Zhang Qiqi's pantomime was over. She grabbed the microphone and said with a ferocious expression, "Fu Yuan, you should thank me. If it weren't for me, how would you know that the woman you like is just a bitch."

Fu Yuan's face immediately darkened. He stared at Zhang Qiqi coldly and said word by word, "If I hear you say one bad word about Xiaowei again, I will make your life inside even more difficult." .”

Through the thick glass, Zhang Qiqi could still clearly feel the chill in Fu Yuan's eyes. Thinking of the life in prison, she shuddered unconsciously.

But looking at Fu Yuan's handsome face that could be seen but not touched, she felt unwilling to accept it, or unfair.

She grabbed the microphone so hard that large drops of blood dripped from her frozen hand. The blood fell on the table and turned a dark red color, which looked very disgusting.

"Fu Yuan, you can't lie to me. Since Su Wuwei is so perfect in your heart, why do you still come to me?"

Zhang Qiqi's crazy voice came from the microphone, "Don't think that I don't know. You went to Yan Yan's company and found that Su Wuwei and Yan Yan were indeed disconnected. You were very angry, so you came to me to vent your anger. Am I right? ?”

Anger flashed through Fu Yuan's eyes, and when he realized that Zhang Qiqi had been staring at him, there was only a bone-chilling chill in his eyes.

Just listen to what he said word by word, "I disappoint you. I did go to Yan Yan Company, but it turned out that Xiaowei only had me in mind."

"Impossible." Zhang Qiqi screamed. She put her free hand in her hair, and the blood quickly dyed her hair into patches.

After she went crazy for a while, she suddenly opened her eyes and stared at Fu Yuan, "You don't have to lie to me. If the truth is really what you said, then why did you come to me again?"

Fu Yuan showed a cruel smile. He leaned forward and said word by word, "Because I feel that I was tricked by you and I am very unhappy."

"Since you are so busy here, I don't mind keeping you busy a little more."

These were the last words Fu Yuan said before leaving. When Zhang Qiqi heard these words, her already sallow face became even paler. She looked at the direction Fu Yuan left, feeling lost for a long time.

…

Fu Yuan got his mobile phone back at the door, and there were several unknown calls on it.

In the past, Fu Yuan would simply ignore such calls, but today he suddenly had a bad feeling and dialed back directly.

After the phone rang once, it was picked up, and a middle-aged female voice rang, "Hey, how do you become my husband? I have called you so many times, why don't you answer it?"

Although this sentence was meaningless, Fu Yuan still felt his brain rumbling after hearing it. He had a hunch that this "other husband" deserved to be Su Wuwei.

He heard himself ask in a trembling voice, "Where is she now?"

On the way to the hospital, Fu Yuan scolded himself so much that if Su Wuwei really had a problem, he would never survive.