Chapter 330: Let me be yours 4

Fu Ming has always been very confident. He has a very high IQ and force. The only failure in life is to lose to his son.

He investigated Wen Su, and the information showed that he was a smart girl, and also listed Wen Su's talents in scientific research and art.

Fu Ming had seen too many geniuses, which caused countless geniuses to fall, so he did not take Wen Su too much.

He never expected that he would fall into the hands of a girl who was only 18 years old!

Wen Si cleanly and tear off the silicone mask he used to disguise on his face.

She was stunned for a moment.

The reason is... Fu Ming and Fu Chi are so similar, she seems to have seen Fu Chi in middle age.

Fu Ming is mature and handsome, but after all, he suffered a prison sentence, with a thin face and a fairly white complexion.

He wanted to try his best to control his expression, but he still looked a little hideous.

"You can use poison?"

Wen Su said innocently: "Is this very strange? Is it true to everyone?"

Fu Ming: "..."

I always feel like I've been scolded by this little girl.

He chuckled: "Then what do you want to do to me? My little princess."

"Can you stop talking? I'm going to yue."

Wenshui made a vomiting move.

Fu Ming:???

He has a good look and is very good at dealing with women. This is the first time that a woman has shown such disgust to him.

Wen Su really hates him.

When I think of Fu Chi being tortured by him for so many years...

Wen Si made a fucking finger, resisted the urge to beat someone, and immediately handcuffed Fu Ming.

"Click--"

Fu Ming seemed to be smiling. How could such handcuffs trap him...

The next second, the little girl took the rope and tied him tightly.

Fu Ming: "..."

Wen Su said to herself: "I almost forgot this..." She took out the medicinal medicine she had prepared long ago and placed it in front of Fu Ming and fumigated it hard.

Fu Ming: “………”

This little girl is too vigilant.

Little do they know that Wen Su is a good habit of finishing the knife developed in the world of immortal cultivation.

Who knows whether your opponent is really dead or pretends to be dead.

"Miss Wen." Fu Ming reluctantly supported himself to sit down, his voice was low and he was bewitching, "Let me go, let's talk about a deal, how about it?"

“What deal?”

"You let me go, I let Fu Chi go."

After Fu Ming finished speaking, he thought he would see Wen Si changing his face, but unexpectedly, the girl raised her eyebrows and looked strange: "Are you sure?"

"Why? I don't want to?" Fu Ming's uneasy feeling became deeper and deeper, but his face remained calm. "Yes, how could anyone really give his feelings for him for someone like him... It's really ridiculous."

At this moment, footsteps came slowly.

Fu Ming looked up and his face turned pale in an instant.

What caught my eye was Fu Chi wearing the clothes of the deputy captain.

"Are you looking for me?" Fu Chi said lightly.

In an instant, Fu Ming realized that his son was no longer the little boy he could control back then.

He laughed at himself and said, "I was actually plotted by you two..."

Fu Chi looked down at him, with no fear in his eyes, only indifference.

It turned out that what he was afraid of back then was just such a embarrassed and incompetent person.

Fu Ming was fearless. He knew that this plane was transiting in Country A, and then his people would find a way to save him.

"You almost became my most perfect work..." Fu Ming sighed.

The reason why he chose to do it himself was that he was conceited and the other was his sense of ritual.

He wanted to destroy Fu Chi's last belief with his own hands.

Wen Si chuckled: "You are so ordinary, why are you so confident? Don't fantasize that someone will save you. The end of this plane's voyage is Songcheng.

Foreign laws cannot sanction you, domestic laws will let you know what the dawn of proof is—”

This time, Fu Ming finally couldn't maintain his calm expression.
Chapter completed!