Chapter 636 Injured

Fu Nanli just looked at her coldly, "I love everything about her."

"Even if she is a liar? Even if she is from a lowly background? Even if she is inferior to me except for her face?"

Fu Nanli was indifferent, "No matter what she is like, I love her, only her. Besides, she has more than one face that is prettier than you. She is better than you in everything."

He Yan instinctively grabbed the small fruit knife on the table and plunged it into his chest.

The fruit knife, with a four-centimeter-long blade, penetrated more than half of it. Blood surged out along the tip of the knife, and the white shirt was instantly dyed red.

He Yan was stunned, "Nan Li, I...I...I didn't mean it."

With a bang, the door was pushed open, Qin Bei and Song An rushed in, and supported Fu Nanli, who was already pale, "Young Master..."

Fu Chuan also came in, shocked, "Send Nanli to the hospital quickly."

Two bodyguards supported Fu Nanli and hurried out. He Yan followed tremblingly, but was stopped by Fu Chuan at the door. "You two, watch Miss He carefully, and call the police."

He Yan's legs went weak and she collapsed on the carpet. Her mind was in a mess. She even thought, was this a game today? Is Fu Nanli irritating her?

Why was she out of control just now?

She always loses her sense of proportion in front of Fu Nanli.

She actually hurt him, she actually stabbed him with a knife.

How will she face him in the future?

In the car in front of the club, Qin Bei held a towel and pressed it on the incision. Lao Hu drove quickly and rushed towards the hospital.

Qin Bei was 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 dazzling blood, "Don't tell Qiaoer, lest she worry."

Qin Bei: "Master, stop talking, stop talking."

The phone vibrated. Qin Bei took the blood-stained cell phone from his young master and asked Fu Nanli for his opinion. As soon as Fu Nanli spoke, the pain from the knife edge made him unable to breathe.

He lowered his eyes and said in a lowered voice, "Hang up."

Qin Bei could only hang up the phone.

After a while, he called again.

Wen Qiao was a little strange. She knew Fu Nanli's itinerary. He was not flying at the moment. As long as he was not flying, he would answer her calls. Even if he was in a very important meeting, he would never hang up her phone.

Qin Bei looked at the phone in panic. Fu Nanli's voice was low and weak: "Take the answer. I said I was in a meeting and forgot to bring my phone."

Qin Bei took a breath and answered the phone, "Miss Wen, the young master is in a meeting and forgot to bring his mobile phone."

Fu Nanli held his breath, but he couldn't hold it, and he let out a heavy, uncontrollable 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 cope with this, Fu Nanli could only curse 'trash' in his heart. He took the call and restrained his breathing, "Qiao Er..."

"What’s wrong with you?"

"fine."

"Your voice isn't right, what's wrong?"

Sweat was rolling on Fu Nanli's forehead and his face turned blue-grey. He spoke with some difficulty, "I accidentally cut my hand while peeling the apple. It's nothing."

Wen Qiao: "...Are you in the company?"

"Um."

"Does the company require you to peel apples yourself?"