On a stormy night, two luxury cars drove out of Yunshui Hotel one after another, blending into the night.
The man sitting in the car behind had his legs crossed and his hands clasped on his knees. He relaxed his body slightly and leaned on the back of the chair with his eyes closed to relax.
The car drove not far and stopped sharply on the side of the road. The tires ran over the wet road and splashed a few clusters of white water.
Qu Mo got out of the car in the rain to check the cause of the fault. He raised the hood of the car. He bit the flashlight and bent down to investigate. After a while, he walked to the back seat door and apologized: "Boss, it was my dereliction of duty. The car is temporarily unavailable." If it won’t start, you have to find a tow truck and take it to the shop for repair.”
Fu Jichen pressed his forehead with a headache, raised a pair of tired eyes, and said in a light voice: "Call Lu Yanzhi and ask his driver to turn around."
"yes."
Qu Mo stood up straight, took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, and quickly made a call.
Fortunately, Lu Yanzhi's car was right in front. When he learned that something was wrong with them, he told his driver to find a section of road where he could turn around and turn back.
Seeing the familiar black Bentley from a distance, Qu Mo opened the back seat door and held up a black umbrella in front of the car door. The umbrella was a little higher than the roof of the car.
Fu Jichen buttoned the front button of his suit with one hand, bent down and got out of the car, and took the umbrella from Qu Mo.
It's raining really hard.
It had only been two or three seconds since I got off the car, and my shiny leather shoes were splashed with rainwater and stained with mud. Fu Jichen, who has a slight mysophobia, couldn't help but frown and walked quickly to the car in front.
"A bunch of trash, you can't even catch a woman, what's the use of you! If you can't find anyone, go to Mr. Qin and explain yourself!"
An angry scolding came vaguely from a not too close distance.
Fu Jichen stopped and saw a few tall figures running hurriedly with flashlights and umbrellas in the pouring rain. The beam of light from the flashlight was swaying around, as if they were searching for something.
Combined with what I just heard, are they looking for a woman?
The door of the back seat of the Bentley opened. Lu Yanzhi held the back of the seat with his palms and faced out of the car. He spoke in a leisurely tone, mixed with the sound of rain: "Are you too drunk to walk? Do you need me to go down and help you..."
Before he finished speaking, a black shadow suddenly rolled out of the green belt by the roadside. Lu Yanzhi was suddenly startled and his pupils shrank.
If you look closely, you will see that she is a woman in tattered clothes. The black hair that was wetted by the rain is stuck to her face, covering her face. Her bare round shoulders and arms are eye-catchingly white in the dark night, but they are all covered with bumps and bruises. The scratched scars and spots are very shocking to touch.
Lu Yanzhi pointed at her and was speechless: "What...what is going on here?"
The cold rain fell on her body, and the injuries all over her body tortured her will. Shen Jia Nian was almost drained of strength, leaving only the last trace of clear consciousness. She bit her lower lip with the sharp tips of her teeth. The pain stimulated her to generate strength and grabbed the hem of her suit trousers not far from her.
The cold fabric was very stiff and slightly touched her palm, but it was the only life-saving straw she could hold on to at the moment.
Shen Jianian's raised face was as pale as paper, and her lips trembled as she begged: "Help me..."
The heavy rain washed away the hair stuck to her face, revealing the woman's complete facial features. Her delicate and pure face was comparable to the lady with a hairpin in the painting. Lu Yanzhi recognized her and couldn't help but gasped: "Isn't this the girl in the elevator?"
He quietly took a look at Fu Jichen and thought that this girl had found the right person. His friend's hobby in life was to pick up some stray cats and dogs and raise them.
Look at the pitiful and dirty look of this girl. She just emerged from the grass. She looks like a stray cat.
Under the black umbrella, the man's face could not be seen clearly. He could only hear a short chuckle, but no emotion could be discerned. Shen Jianian clutched his trouser leg tightly, her knuckles turned white from the force, and her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible: "Please, save me."
After trying her best to finish speaking, she could no longer hold on and fell completely into coma. The hand covered with mud dropped down weakly, like a withered flower on a branch.
Fu Jichen's chuckle had no other meaning, he just felt that life was full of twists and turns. This girl was sitting in a dazzling and luxurious banquet hall playing the piano a few hours ago. She was glamorous and sought after by everyone. How could she suddenly become a little beggar living on the streets and be chased by others.
It must be her that those men are looking for.
Without further ado, Fu Jichen threw the umbrella to Qu Mo beside him, endured the mysophobia and bent down to pick up the girl on the ground. She was much lighter than he thought, and she was as thin as paper in his arms.
"Get up and sit in front." Fu Jichen couldn't bear to be dirty, he was in a worried mood, and the gloom in his eyes was about to overflow.
Lu Yanzhi was so shocked that he was completely stunned. The reason why he was shocked was not that Fu Jichen was willing to save the girl. This was what he expected. He was shocked that he was holding her in person.
He has mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"What are you doing standing still?" Fu Jichen's remaining patience was about to run out. He glanced at Lu Yan and his tone became colder, "She needs to lie down, the back seat is not spacious enough."
How could Lu Yanzhi dare to disobey this person? He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and pushed open the door on the other side. As soon as he got out of the car, his head was soaked by the rain outside. He hurriedly opened the passenger door and got in.
A vacant seat was made, and the back row became spacious, leaving room for Fu Jichen and the woman he had picked up.
Lu Yanzhi took out the spare dry towels in the car, threw one to the back seat, and took one to wipe the rain off his shoulders. He couldn't help but worry about Fu Jichen: "You are not going to take people back to Rose Manor, are you? How many people are staring at you? Well, if you bring a woman back in the middle of the night, within a day, the upper class circles in Yicheng will spread the news that Fu Da has started to flirt with women, and you don’t know how much trouble it will cause. Maybe the informant sent by Beicheng will report to the old man. Say you are not doing your job properly every day."
I had never noticed that Lu Yanzhi talked a lot before. Fu Jichen listened to the continuous chatter and felt annoyance on his brow: "Say less, it will be endless."
Lu Yanzhi put on his seat belt, made a zipper movement with his mouth, and then stopped talking.
Fu Jichen glanced sideways, focusing on the dirty girl. She was really embarrassed. He frowned, his expression neither disgust nor calm.
Lu Yanzhi inadvertently raised his eyes and saw the extremely dignified Fu Da in front of him in the rearview mirror, unbuttoning his buttons, taking off his high-end handmade suit, and covering it on the girl. He held the collar with his hands and pulled it up a little, covering his exposed shoulders, neck and arms.
Lu Yanzhi's eyebrows jumped when he accidentally glimpsed this scene, but he quickly calmed down. There was no other reason. He had been shocked a lot tonight, so it would be okay if he did it again.
He opened his mouth to make a joke, but recalling the unhappy look on his face just now, Lu Yanzhi had no choice but to swallow what he was about to say.
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Qiangwei Manor is located in the most prosperous area of Yicheng, but it is not noisy and is a quiet place in the bustle. Covering an area of thousands of square meters, the outline of the white building surrounded on three sides cannot be seen clearly on a rainy night. All you can smell is the scent of roses, which is light and elegant.
The car went around the artificial lake and stopped under the porch in front of the main building.
The housekeeper who heard the commotion opened the door to greet him, and the live-in nanny Zhou Rongzhen came out together. They both said in unison: "Sir is back."
Fu Jichen did not invite Lu Yanzhi in for a cup of tea, but went straight in with Shen Jia Nian in his arms, and said to Zhou Rongzhen on the side: "Is Xiao Jingshan here?"
Xiao Jingshan is Fu Jichen's personal doctor. The Jingshan Hospital under his name is invested by Fu Jichen, and he holds a large share of the shares.
"Just arrived." Zhou Rongzhen said.
Fu Jichen nodded and ordered her to clear out a room on the third floor to accommodate the person in his arms.
Zhou Rongzhen was not interested in the identity of the girl her husband brought back, so she took the elevator upstairs without asking or looking at her.
The nanny was very quick with her hands and feet. In less than ten minutes, she put a complete set of clean sheets on the large bed in the guest bedroom on the third floor.
Fu Jichen knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed and leaned down to put down the person he was hugging.
Only then did Zhou Rongzhen take the time to glance over. She saw a young girl wrapped in her husband's black suit, lying on the quilt. The muddy water on her skirt suddenly stained the white sheets black. But, there is no other way for now.
She was injured and still unconscious, so he didn't dare to bathe and change her clothes rashly.
Fu Jichen left the door and asked Xiao Jingshan to come and treat the girl. He went to the bathroom of the master bedroom to take a shower. He really couldn't stand the dirt on his body, and his mood would get even worse if he waited for a second longer.
