Crippled Master's Young Wife

Fu Xichen fixed his gaze on the woman on the stage and drank one cup after another.    

    

His thoughts were a little scattered, and he thought evilly in his heart. If he pulled Fu Yuntine off the stage one day, would his woman still be by his side?    

    

Shaking his head, Fu Xichen laughed at himself and got up to go to the bathroom.    

    

On the way back, he heard the woman's cry when he passed by a corner.    

    

"Let me go. I'm only singing on the stage. I don't have the habit of going to the private room. Don't go too far."    

    

"Yo, little beauty, aren't you earning money by coming here? Be a good girl and come with us. We promise you that the money we'll give you will be several times more than the money you earn from selling and singing here tonight."    

    

"No, let me go. Help."    

    

... ""    

    

Fu Xichen frowned. He stopped walking and turned his head to look. He saw three men forcefully dragging a woman into the private room.    

    

"Help, big brother, please save me."    

    

The woman caught a glimpse of Fu Xichen and cried for help with a sobbing tone.    

    

Fu Xichen wasn't in a good mood today. He suddenly had the urge to hit someone.    

    

Fu Xichen opened the two buttons on his chest and walked towards them with a gloomy face.    

    

"Let her go."    

    

Hearing Fu Xichen's words, the three men stopped their actions and looked at Fu Xichen provocatively.    

    

"Where did this gigolo come from? Do you want to be a flower protector? Why don't you take a look... "    

    

Before he could finish his words, Fu Xichen threw a punch at him.    

    

The person who spoke was beaten senseless. He covered his eyes that were hit by the punch and wailed in pain.    

    

The other two men were stunned. They didn't expect Fu Xichen to start a fight because of a disagreement. They rolled up their sleeves fiercely and waved their fists at Fu Xichen.    

    

Fu Xichen coldly smiled and threw a punch. The three of them fell to the ground after three punches.    

    

"Ouch, don't... Don't fight anymore. Big Brother, we were wrong. Let us go."    

    

The few of them saw that Fu Xichen was fast and ruthless. They were beaten up and lying on the ground, but he still didn't let them go and begged for mercy.    

    

After a while, Fu Xichen's alcohol smell had dissipated by half, and the depression in his heart had also dissipated by a lot.    

    

He kicked one of them hard, turned around, and prepared to leave.    

    

"Big... Big Brother, thank you for today."    

    

The woman standing at the side saw that Fu Xichen was about to leave, so she quickly took a step forward and bowed deeply to Fu Xichen.    

    

Fu Xichen's footsteps paused slightly and glanced at her indifferently. However, when he saw her face, he was slightly startled.    

    

A portrait of his biological mother flashed in his mind.    

    

The face in front of him was somewhat similar to his biological mother.    

    

Especially that pair of eyes. That pair of watery eyes were filled with emotion, and the tail of the eyes was raised, carrying a trace of charm.    

    

Fu Xichen's mind moved, and he suddenly had an idea in his heart.    

    

"What's your name?"    

    

"My name is Gu Luoluo."    

    

"Can I talk to you for a second?" Gu Luoluo asked.    

    

"Oh, okay."    

    

...    

    

For two consecutive days, Xia Ling was still busy.    

    

Although the murderer of the poison and warmth had yet to be found, there was another piece of good news.    

    

Fu Yuntine used Professor Yin's relationship to find an internationally renowned throat specialist to diagnose and treat Warmth.    

    

In the hospital, Xia Ling accompanied the somewhat nervous warmth and received a consultation from an expert.    

    

After a diagnosis, the leading specialist in the Department of Pharyngeal Surgery gave a definite answer.    

    

The warm throat could still be cured, but after the treatment, her voice should not be as clear as before.    

    

Hearing this, Xia Ling and Warmth looked at each other, their eyes flashing with excitement.    

    

No matter what the sound became, as long as the throat could be cured, it would be fine.    

    

"Thank you, Doctor Li. Let's talk in the office."    

    

Fu Yuntine smiled and signaled the leading doctor to go ahead.    

    

He looked at Xia Ling and saw his wife looking at him with admiration. Fu Yuntine looked happy.    

    

Young man, now you know what he is capable of. Shouldn't you serve him well in the future?