funbook-pk Chapter 125 The Scumbag Girl's Speech
Chapter 125 The Scumbag Girl's Speech
Lu Qiyao pulled An Ying out of the wrecked car.
An Ying glared at him, trying hard to shake off his grip on her wrist: "Let go of me!"
Lu Qiyao seemed not to have heard anything.
Not only did he not let go, but he also grabbed An Ying's wrist and shoved her against the car door.
Lu Qiyao looked displeased.
"I've been spreading rumors everywhere that I'm receiving medical treatment abroad. Hasn't this reached your ears?!"
An Ying calmly replied, "I've heard about it, I know."
Lu Qiyao gritted his teeth: "So you don't care about me at all?! Not even a single word of greeting! You cold-hearted woman, during the time I disappeared, even if we were just ordinary friends, you should have shown some concern! You didn't really think I was dead, did you?"
An Ying maintained her indifferent demeanor.
"If you really die, I will burn some paper money for you on Qingming Festival next year. Our relationship will end there."
Lu Qiyao was stunned, his eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.
It may be a disgrace, it may be shameful.
There was also a sense of helplessness.
An Ying said in a deep voice, "Lu Qiyao, is this all you wanted to say? You wrecked my car for this nonsense?!"
Lu Qiyao frowned: "I've been wanting to get rid of this beat-up car of yours for a long time. If it's broken, just get a new one."
An Ying glanced at him sideways.
The red Lamborghini must be his newly purchased sports car.
Because of his willfulness, he was ruined.
An Ying looked up and stared into Lu Qiyao's eyes.
"Lu Qiyao".
Lu Qiyao was slightly taken aback.
Why did her tone soften a bit?
Has she changed her mind and is willing to communicate with him?
Lu Qiyao's voice softened as well: "What's wrong?"
An Ying said slowly, "Last time you cornered me against the wall, I kicked you in the crotch. If you don't let go this time, I'll kick you in the crotch with my high heels."
Lu Qiyao felt a shiver run through his body.
He knew that, given her personality, she was truly capable of doing it.
His poor manhood can't be hurt any more.
Lu Qiyao quickly released his grip on An Ying's hand and took several steps back.
But he didn't notice the dark figure behind him.
Lu Qiyao suddenly felt his arm tighten, as if someone had pulled it hard.
He wanted to turn around and see which fool dared to lay a hand on him...
A fist came flying at him.
boom--
Lu Qiyao covered his face and fell to the ground with a thud.
Fu Chengli stood still and shook his hand.
He looked down indifferently at the man who was half-lying on the ground, clutching his nose and wincing in pain.
Fu Chengli said lazily, "Lu Qiyao, what are you doing back here after you died?"
Lu Qiyao got up from the ground.
He dusted off his clothes.
"What's it to Mr. Fu if I'm just talking to my ex-girlfriend for a bit?"
Fu Chengli turned his head, glanced at the two cars that had collided, and said coldly:
"Is this how you usually talk to people?"
After speaking, Fu Chengli seemed completely unconcerned about Lu Qiyao's response, his eyes fixed on An Ying, scanning her from head to toe.
"You're not hurt, are you?"
He was checking her injuries.
An Ying lowered her eyes and said, "Yes, I'm not injured."
It seemed as if she was avoiding Fu Chengli's sharp gaze.
Fu Chengli was followed by his bodyguards and company security guards who jogged up to him.
Even the traffic police came.
The group was divided into several groups: some checked surveillance footage, while others checked their insurance policies.
When asked about compensation, Lu Qiyao's car was an expensive supercar, so the repair costs would naturally be considerable.
But he didn't care at all. He waved his hand and said, "I'll take care of it myself. I can also take care of An Ying's. She just needs to keep in touch with me."
An Ying was taken aback.
Is he... indirectly creating opportunities for the two of them to connect?
Just as An Ying was about to retort to Lu Qiyao, Fu Chengli slowly lit a cigarette and said leisurely:
"No need to fix it, she doesn't want this car anymore."
An Ying: "......???"
Lu Qiyao was speechless: "I was talking to my ex-girlfriend, please don't meddle in my business, Mr. Fu."
Fu Chengli sneered: "I'm speaking up for my little cousin. Lu, don't go looking for trouble."
An Ying: "......."
It's just a small car with its front end smashed; I don't know what these two men are arguing about.
An Ying stared blankly at Fu Chengli's profile.
He lowered his head and looked away.
For some reason, I remembered the way he leaned down and kissed her...
She hadn't seen him for several days since the night she was drugged.
Even at the company, she deliberately avoided his presence.
Fu Chengli noticed An Ying's gaze and tilted his head to look at her: "What's wrong?"
An Ying said quietly, "It's okay, just handle it according to the normal procedure. I still have work to do at the planning meeting, I'll go to the company first."
Fu Chengli nodded.
He thought for a moment, stubbed out his cigarette, and quickly followed.
Lu Qiyao, who was talking to the insurance company, suddenly turned his head and watched the two figures leave.
Lu Qiyao had a strange feeling in his heart.
The last time I saw Fu Chengli and An Ying standing together, they weren't in this awkward situation.
After so much time has passed, what happened between the two of them...?
An Ying stepped into the elevator, pressed the floor button, and watched as the elevator doors were about to close.
Suddenly a large hand reached in and blocked the elevator door.
The elevator doors slowly opened again.
An Ying looked up and saw Fu Chengli stride in.
She had been avoiding him for the past few days, but the two of them ended up alone together in a closed elevator.
An Ying stared at the changing numbers.
Silence filled the elevator.
An Ying felt a little embarrassed.
She glanced sideways at the man beside her.
Just then, Fu Chengli was also looking down at her.
An Ying withdrew her gaze.
His magnetic voice still came from above.
"Avoiding me?"
An Ying shook her head.
Fu Chengli asked in a calm voice, "Do you still remember what happened that day?"
An Ying calmly replied, "No."
But why do my ears feel a little hot?
Fu Chengli curled the corners of his lips and smiled:
"I'm helping you voluntarily, not because you forced me, so what are you worried about?"
An Ying remained silent.
She stared straight ahead and did not answer Fu Chengli's question.
The gleaming elevator doors reflected her and Fu Chengli's figures.
Actually, the two of them, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, are very pleasing to the eye when standing together.
I was almost at the floor I needed to go to.
An Ying finally spoke.
Her voice was gentle.
She is so gentle that she is somewhat enigmatic.
“I’m worried that you’ll become attached to me, and I won’t be able to take responsibility for you.”
An Ying left behind this scumbag-like statement, stomped out of the elevator in her high heels.
Fu Chengli leaned lazily against the side of the elevator with his hands in his pockets.
He raised an eyebrow, watching An Ying's retreating figure, and then chuckled.