Chapter 241 Drunk (three shifts)

   "Pop, papa."

  Several clapping applause sounded in the hall, and then everyone came to their senses and looked at the handsome Wei Changxiu.

  Master Wei smiled, looking at Leng Sa, raising his hands and applauding, and his eyes were full of appreciation, "Madam Young is good."

   smiled coldly, "Just laughed, stress response."

  "..." You should remove the foot that is on the other's arm before you say this.

  Wei Changxiu’s gaze fell on Fu Fengcheng, “Young Master Fu, that’s why you can’t do it. You still need a wife to take action in this small battle. It’s really...hey...”

  Fu Dashao also took a headshot of a gangster to the greatest ignorance of everyone present.

   Fu Fengcheng said calmly: "This mess doesn't seem to be mine."

  Long Yue snorted softly, "You didn't do anything tonight, right?" The auction was still done by a few of them. Fu Fengcheng's biggest thing tonight is to sit and talk.

   Fu Fengcheng raised his eyes and said calmly, "I have a wife, do you have one?"

  "..." For the first time I saw a man who ate such a magnanimously soft meal, and Long Shaoshuai expressed his admiration. He is not so shameless.

  Song Boyang brought people in from outside, and said to Fu Fengcheng, "Young Master, the outside has been cleared."

  There was such a noise tonight, and it is no surprise that tomorrow will definitely be a major breaking news that will shock the whole country. Although they blocked the roads leading to the hotel first, there were many people near the hotel itself, and some reporters had not left yet.

  Those gangsters still fled sporadically, and they also need a lot of manpower to hunt down and search so as not to cause any more harm.

  Fu Fengcheng nodded slightly, "Thanks for your hard work, General Song, let someone clean up the aftermath."

   "Yes." This kind of thing naturally doesn't require a person like Song Boyang to go in person, nodded to the people around him, and someone immediately turned around and went out.

  Fu Fengcheng's gaze fell on Hong Tianci on the ground, and he faintly ordered, "Xia Wei'an, take it away."

   "Yes." Xia Weian stepped forward two steps forward, but saw Hong Tianci suddenly raise a gun, but this time the muzzle was not towards the person opposite him but towards himself. About to shoot a silver light flashing, the gun in Hong Tianci's hand fell to the ground and slid a few steps away just to the edge of Leng Sa's feet.

   Leng Sa raised his foot and kicked the gun, "Huh? Where did this gun come from? Why is old Hong so impatient?"

  Hong Tianci gritted his teeth and said coldly, “The ants are still surviving, and Mr. Hong is too impatient to wait.”

  Xu Shaoming laughed, “Probably because Mr. Hong is terminally ill, he doesn’t have many days to live. We don’t know how much we will suffer if we fall into our hands. It’s better to die.”

After hearing this, Hong Tianci suddenly widened his eyes and stared at Fu Fengcheng, "You are playing tricks on me!" From the very beginning, Fu Fengcheng knew his details. So everything tonight is nothing but a scene in Fu Fengcheng's eyes.

  Hong Tianci's face was blue and purple, and he was almost so angry that he spouted blood on the spot.

   "It's not just me who is playing tricks on you." Fu Fengcheng said, and glanced at Long Boyun and Shang Feiyun who were also sitting in the other corner.

  I don’t know when these two people have been sitting upright, and they are staring at them enthusiastically as if they are watching a show. Where do they look like they have been treated with medicine?

  Long Boyun sighed and said with regret: "I thought I could take the opportunity to sell Fu Dasha's favor, but I didn't expect Dasha's own people to be too sturdy and didn't get involved."

  Shang Feiyun snorted softly, “Old Hong broke the contract first, so I can’t blame Feiyun for not being creditworthy.”

   "Puff!" Hong Tianci finally couldn't help but vomited a mouthful of blood and threw himself on the ground.

   Leng Sa sighed and picked up the gun from the ground, "Can't you be more friendly to the elderly?" Tonight, Hong Tianci was the worst. There was no one.

  The matter is solved. Naturally, this **** hotel can't stay for a long time. The VIPs in the hotel who have come from afar have also been arranged to go elsewhere. It is said that Hong Tianci is also a crime. Hong Gang's big industry has been so ruined, and no one will dare to come here in a short time. Of course, it is still unknown whether the Hong Gang can escape this disaster, and it is estimated that no one has the time to worry about this.

  Fengcheng and Leng Sa led people out of the hotel and saw a car parked on the side of the road not far away. Standing by the side of the car was a straight and familiar figure, it was Han Ran.

  Dujun Fu was sitting in the car, and he was slightly relieved when he saw the two coming over and scanning the two of them, "Are you all okay?"

   Lengsa smiled and said, "Thank you father for your concern, it's all right."

  "It’s fine if it’s okay, go back and rest early. There are people here to take care of the aftermath, and the rest will be dealt with tomorrow." Fu Dujun looked at Leng Sa's eyes with a change from before, and it seemed to have an original meaning. It's a bit similar to the look in Fu Dujun's eyes sometimes when talking to Fu Fengcheng. Before Leng Sa had time to carefully savor him, he had already crossed them to look at Fu Yucheng and Gong Sihe who were following behind him.

   "Father." Fu Yucheng's face was pale, obviously he hadn't recovered from the shock tonight.

   Governor Fu nodded slightly, rarely scolding him, but just said, "Go back to rest earlier, is Miss Gong okay?"

  Gong Sihe looked pale, but looked decent.

   "Thank the Warlord for your concern, I'm fine."

   Governor Fu nodded and leaned back in his seat and stopped looking outside. Han Ran nodded respectfully to the crowd and turned back into the car.

  "Who do you think is the person behind Hong Tianci?" It was already two o'clock in the morning when he returned home. After washing, Leng Sa became more awake and a little bit excited and couldn't sleep at all. So he rolled around on the bed. Fortunately, the bed was wide and big enough, otherwise Fu Fengcheng, who was sitting on the outside, could be squeezed out of the bed directly by her.

   Fu Fengcheng leaned on the bedside and put down the book in his hand and looked at her, "What do you think?"

  Leng Sa raised his head to look at him, and shook his head, "I don't know, I don't know who An Xia has a lot of people." At most, she knows all the local supervisors and cabinets in the capital.

  Although it is reasonable to say that they have the ability to instigate the Hong Gang, and the need to kill Fu Fengcheng should probably be in these few. But Anxia has been passed down for thousands of years, and the depth of the water in the dark is really not something ordinary people can know.

  Just talking about the capital, the Zhang family now holds the cabinet well, but it does not mean that the cabinet belongs to the Zhang family. There are not a few who have the strength to compete, otherwise the Zhang family would not want to marry the royal family.

  There is also the royal family. After all, they have been in power for hundreds of years. Who knows if there is any unknown power in them secretly?

  "The same young marshals, why are people Long Yue and Song Lang not thinking about it every day? Why are you so hateful." Leng Sa lightly sighed, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pull Fu Fengcheng's cheek.

  Fu Fengcheng calmly held her wrist, pulled the person with a slight force, and brought the person to him. Leng Sa was forced to pillow him on his lap, “It’s mediocre not to provoke jealousy. Isn’t this what the lady said?”

   "I haven't said this before."

   Leng Sa struggled to get up, "Are you still prepared tonight?"

   Fu Fengcheng raised an eyebrow in confusion, "What are you going to prepare?"

   "Those sharpshooters?" Leng Sa said, "Even without me, you can solve them, right?"

  Otherwise, if she doesn’t do anything, will Fu Fengcheng wait to be locked by those people?

  You should know that snipers are like ghosts everywhere in the night, and one will be hit by them if they are not careful. She didn't believe that Fu Fengcheng would bet all the bets on her.

  Fu Fengcheng said: "Where is a sharpshooter of Madam's level so easy to find? But...I did prepare some precautions."

  Looking at her curiously, with gleaming stars in her eyes.

  Fu Fengcheng Road: "I had someone bury ten kilograms of fried (crab) medicine near all the places suitable for the sharpshooter to ambush in advance."

  "..." Leng Sa carefully calculated the suitable ambush positions in his memory, "You have to blow up more than half of those two buildings, right?"

  Fu Fengcheng said: "So this is a last resort."

  "Does the Southern Six Provinces have no snipers themselves?" Leng Sa was puzzled. As far as she had learned before going to Xingcheng, it seemed that there were still a lot of good seedlings.

  Although Anxia does not have a modern sniper concept, there have been archers and sharpshooters since ancient times. In Leng Sa’s view, many of the concepts are very close to snipers.

   Fu Fengcheng nodded and said, "Yes, it's too much trouble." The average sharpshooter in the army does not have the efficiency and outstanding strength of his wife.

  The duel between the two sides will consume a lot of time and will inevitably cause unnecessary sacrifices. In fact, they also arranged a few sharpshooters tonight, they are all used to deal with ordinary people and cooperate with Leng Sa to suppress the opposite person. However, it is said that those people were very curious and admired for the mysterious gunman. If it weren't for the discipline, they might have to run out to ask someone for advice afterwards.

   Leng Sa shook his head disapprovingly, "Practical experience is still very important, how can they grow like this?" In fact, it is still a power gap that she can hold a few people on her own tonight. If you really meet a well-matched opponent, time-consuming is inevitable. Sometimes this profession is more patient than who is more patient.

   "Madam taught you a good lesson." Fu Fengcheng turned his head to look at her obviously sleepy and said softly, "I haven't thank you Madam tonight."

  Leng Sa was a little puzzled, "Thank you for what?"

   "Thank you Madam for protecting me tonight." Fu Fengcheng whispered as she approached her ear.

  Leng Sa waved his hand very graciously: “Don’t thank you, Lord Leng promised to protect you, what you say is what you say.”

  Fu Fengcheng said: "That's not good, what kind of gift does Madam want?"

Leng Sa blinked his eyes and stared at Fu Fengcheng in a daze, "Thanks? Let me think...er, can't figure it out..." Somehow, Leng Sa suddenly felt that his head was empty and couldn't help shaking his head vigorously. Some grievances are authentic.

  A smile flashed across Fu Fengcheng’s eyes, "You are drunk."

   "I didn't drink." Leng Sa said firmly.

  Fu Fengcheng glanced at the empty cup placed on the bedside table next to him. It was the wine he had poured himself before and only took a sip, but it was empty after he went to wash it.

  But the usual amount of alcohol is not bad, so he didn't say anything.

  It is very hard to go through so many things tonight, but obviously the cold spirit is very excited, and it’s good to have a good night’s sleep with a glass of wine.

   "Why do you get drunk with a glass of wine?" Fu Fengcheng lifted her chin and looked at it carefully. She usually doesn't pour a cup, although the wine is a bit strong.

   slapped his hand away dissatisfiedly, "I didn't drink!"

  "Then what do you drink?" Fu Fengcheng pointed to the wine glass on the head of the bed.

  Leng Sa's eyes brightened, "Osmanthus is stuffed, sweet." Directly over Fu Fengcheng, grabbed the wine bottle and put it aside.

  Fu Fengcheng discovered that Leng Sa did not only drink the glass he poured in the glass, but that there was less than one third of the whole bottle of wine left.

  This is a spirit...It does have a bit of sweet-scented osmanthus, but it is not sweet enough.

  Sure enough, I was drunk.

  Fu Fengcheng decisively snatched the wine bottle in her hand, and it is no pity that this valuable wine on the market threw the bottle directly into the corner farthest from the bed.

  Leng Sa looked at a parabola drawn out, and was a little confused, as if he couldn't reflect where her sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed went.

  Fu Fengcheng sighed helplessly. He was too drunk to react so slow. It was a far cry from Xia Wei'an who was killing the young lady tonight. But she seemed a little cute, she couldn't help but stretched out her hand to rub her hair, and whispered softly, "It's getting late, go to bed."

Leng Sa glared at him dissatisfiedly, Fu Fengcheng smiled, "No more, drink tomorrow?" When he was sober, Leng Sa was not addicted to alcohol, and did not know why he drank so much tonight, perhaps because the wine tastes so good. ?

  Fu Fengcheng thought that turning his head back to stock up more.

  Leng Sa stared at Fu Fengcheng's unceasing opening and closing lips. At the moment, she actually didn't quite understand what he was talking about, and she felt that his buzzing was as annoying as flies.

  Finally couldn't help but leaned over angrily and took a bite.

   "It's so noisy!"

  Fu Fengcheng was startled, his lips were slightly painful and he immediately recovered.

  Fu Fengcheng glanced down at her, and saw that she was still unwilling to give up, and then unceremoniously turned the defense into an offensive. After all, there will be a lot of things tomorrow, and he can't go out to see people with tooth marks on his face.

  Holding her slender waist with both hands, Leng Sa immediately fell into his arms with a slight pressure.

  One hand stroked her back to comfort those who were struggling restlessly, and the other hand raised her chin and gently covered her lips.

  Dazed in a daze, Leng Sa thinks this game is very interesting.

   quickly gave up struggling and stretched out his hand to wrap his shoulders, and unconsciously struggled for the initiative.

  Under the dimly lit yellow light, the two silhouettes were entangled as if they were one body.

  There is a faint smell of wine flowing in the room, and the two breathing sounds become more and more gelled, as if they are gradually blending into one.

  The night sky outside the window, there is no moon tonight, the stars are shining, and the night wind is gentle.

  (End of this chapter)