C10 Chapter 10

"Luoran! Don't reject me. Who doesn't know that you have been single for so many years? My conditions and reasoning are on par with yours. If you're willing, we can get our marriage certificate tomorrow! "

At this moment, Tang Luoran had yet to break free from Zhang Rong's shackles. Even though her palm had already hit Zhang Rong's face for the second time, Zhang Rong did not have the slightest intention of giving up. Instead, he raised his hand and wanted to pull the zipper on Tang Luoran's waist -

However, before his palm could pull the button, a tall figure suddenly came into his sight. It was accompanied by a gloomy storm. That violent and unrestrained aura was unique to Fu Zichen.

Before Zhang Rong could react to who was standing in front of him, he felt a cold blade brushing against his face. A ruthless punch landed on his face, and his whole body was violently pushed out.

A powerful force hit him, causing Zhang Rong to lie on the ground in a sorry state. The smell of blood filled his mouth, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

The sudden situation was out of Tang Luoran's expectation. When her sight touched Zhang Rong who was lying on the ground, a ripple appeared on her furrowed brows.

Tang Luoran still did not know who saved her at such a critical moment. She felt that her waist was stunned. As the world spun around, she was lifted up by a brute force.

Tang Luoran was shocked in her heart. The moment she raised her head, she looked straight into Fu Zichen's gloomy black eyes. That gaze seemed to want to strangle her at any time.

That was true. Fu Zichen was angry that she hated her, but he could not tolerate his nominal wife being violated by an outsider. That was the same as slapping him, Fu Zichen, in the face!

He was afraid that Zhang Rong would be in trouble. . .

After a while, Tang Luoran came back to her senses and forced her beating heart to calm down, "Put me down. "

Immediately after, Fu Zichen lowered his head. His dark and gloomy eyes were like frost. Tang Luoran only looked at him once and then lowered her head guiltily.

"F * ck! Who dares to hit laozi!?"

Zhang Rong was the director of the biggest hospital in Jiangcheng, and his father was the previous mayor of Jiangcheng, so he had never received such treatment before.

It had always been outsiders flattering him. When did someone dare to make a move on him?

However, the next second when Zhang Rong staggered to his feet and looked up, he felt his legs go limp. A bone-piercing chill ran down his feet and into his heart. . .

"Fu. . . Fu. . . Mr. Fu. . . "Zhang Rong was so scared that he started to tremble.

Fu Zichen!

Everyone knew that the Fu Zichen of Jiangcheng was a 'king' of Jiangcheng! He was the noblest man in Jiangcheng! No one could afford to offend Fu Zichen!

"Single? Unmarried? I, Fu Zichen, will never interfere in Director Zhang's plans for other women. But do you know her relationship with me?! It seems like Principal Zhang doesn't want these two hands anymore! "

A low and hoarse voice reverberated in the huge backyard. Instantly, the atmosphere in the air turned cold to the lowest.

Fu Zichen's threatening and unquestionable tone was like he was the emperor of the dark night, causing the originally quiet hot spring to instantly attract many onlookers. With a loud bang, it became noisy.

Zhang Rong's face turned pale with a swoosh.

The 'her' that Fu Zichen spoke of must be the woman in his arms - Tang Luoran!

If it was about the relationship between Tang Luoran and Fu Zichen. . .

Zhang Rong racked his brains and could not think of the relationship between the two of them even after thinking for a long time.

"Fu, Mr. Fu, I don't really understand what you mean. . . " Zhang Rong swallowed slowly and stammered.

"You don't understand?" Staring at Zhang Rong's swollen face, Fu Zichen suddenly laughed. His strange laughter seemed to come from hell, and his deep face seemed to be tainted by a peerless coldness. "You will soon understand!"

As Fu Zichen's voice faded, Qin Si, who had just finished dealing with the media outside the hall, had already walked into the back door. He quickly passed through the crowd and strode behind Fu Zichen.

Qin Si's eyes quickly swept across the scene in front of him and then looked at the woman in Fu Zichen's arms. He roughly understood what had just happened.

"From today onwards, I don't want to see this man in Jiangcheng anymore. There is no need to keep his hands. "

After saying those words, Fu Zichen turned around indifferently and ignored the wailing sound coming from behind him. His iron clamp like arm tightly shackled Tang Luoran who was in his arms. Under everyone's astonished eyes, he carried Tang Luoran and strode away.

In the thick darkness of the night, Fu Zichen's cold iron-like figure hurriedly left. Qin Si was left behind to deal with the follow-up matters.

The numerous black clothed bodyguards who originally followed Fu Zichen walked on either side of Fu Zichen to open up a path. Their imposing manner was so vast that it made people speechless.

"There are a lot of people here. Put me down. I can walk by myself. " Tang Luoran uneasily went to the man's warm chest. That tight and seamless clotting and the boiling temperature when her skin touched it made her heart beat rapidly. She could no longer maintain her initial calmness.

"If the media takes a picture of you like this, what awaits you tomorrow will be the Fu family's family feast. " Fu Zichen did not really let her go as Tang Luoran had said. Instead, he strode forward and spoke with a tone as cold as frost.