Fu Nanli just looked at her coldly, "I love everything about her."
"Even if she's a liar? Even if she comes from a humble background? Even if she's inferior to me in everything except her face?"
Fu Nanli said indifferently, "No matter what she is like, I love her, only her. Besides, she has more than one face that is prettier than yours. She is better than you in every way."
He Yan instinctively grabbed the small fruit knife on the table and stabbed it into his chest.
The fruit knife had a four-centimeter-long blade and was more than halfway inserted into the shirt. Blood instantly gushed out from the tip of the knife, instantly staining the white shirt red.
He Yan was shocked, "Nan Li, I... I... I didn't mean it."
With a bang, the door was pushed open, Qin Bei and Song An rushed in, supporting Fu Nanli, whose face was already pale, "Master..."
Fu Chuan also came in, horrified, "Hurry up and send Nan Li to the hospital."
The two bodyguards helped Fu Nanli out in a hurry. He Yan followed behind trembling all over. She was stopped by Fu Chuan at the door. "You two, keep a close eye on Miss He. Also, call the police."
He Yan's legs went limp and she collapsed on the carpet, her mind in a mess. She even wondered if this was a trap or if Fu Nanli was provoking her.
Why was she out of control just now
She always loses her composure in front of Fu Nanli.
She actually hurt him, she actually stabbed him with a knife.
How would she face him in the future
In the car in front of the club, Qin Bei pressed the wound with a towel, and Lao Hu drove quickly to the hospital.
Qin Bei was extremely worried: "Is He Yan crazy? How dare she stab you with a knife?"
Song An also said: "No one can protect her this time."
Fu Nanli's hands were stained with blood. "Don't tell Qiao'er, lest she worry."
Qin Bei: "Master, please stop talking. Stop talking."
The cell phone vibrated. Qin Bei took the blood-stained phone from his young master and looked for Fu Nanli's opinion. As soon as Fu Nanli spoke, the pain from the wound made it difficult for him to breathe.
He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Hang up."
Qin Bei could only hang up the phone.
After a while, he called again.
Wen Qiao was a little surprised. She knew Fu Nanli's schedule. He was not flying at the moment. As long as he was not flying, he would answer her calls. Even if he was in an important meeting, he would never hang up on her.
Qin Bei looked at the phone in panic. Fu Nanli said in a low and weak voice: "Please answer it. Tell them I'm in a meeting and forgot to bring my phone."
Qin Bei exhaled and answered the phone, "Miss Wen, the young master is in a meeting and forgot to bring his cell phone."
Fu Nanli tried to hold his breath, but he couldn't hold it in, and let out a heavy, uncontrollable low gasp.
Wen Qiao immediately sensed something was wrong, "Nan Li is next to you, right?"
Qin Bei didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"What's up with him?"
Seeing that Qin Bei had no ability to deal with this, Fu Nanli could only curse in his heart, "waste", and took the phone, restraining his breathing, "Qiao'er..."
"What’s wrong with you?"
"fine."
"Your voice doesn't sound right, what's wrong?"
Sweat rolled down Fu Nanli's forehead, his face had turned blue-gray, and he spoke with some effort, "I accidentally cut my hand while peeling an apple, it's nothing."
Wen Qiao: "... Are you in the company?"
"Um."
"Does the company require you to peel apples yourself?"
(End of this chapter)