Chapter 1068 The Abandoned Wife of the Marshal of the Republic of China (67)

He quietly watched Bai Weiwei crawling on the window, with an extremely cold murderous look in his eyes, even desperate ruthlessness.

Bai Weiwei has only one feeling.

She is cold.

Fu Beizhe's voice was calm, "You're back, where did you go?"

Bai Weiwei didn't go up, nor did she escape, she stammered, "Going to the toilet."

Fu Beizhe joined in and smiled, with a distorted smile.

He whispered, "I thought you wouldn't come back. After all, the wealth in the south must be a big temptation for women."

Bai Weiwei's hands trembled, her feet fell from the window again, and her whole body fell out of the window.

Fu Beizhe's tensed body immediately jumped up. He rushed to the window angrily and dragged Bai Weiwei from the window into the room.

Then threw her onto the bed.

In the dark, he moves like a wild beast.

No pity, full of aggression.

He pressed her shoulder with one hand, clasped her tightly on the bed, and said word by word, "That man is Li Xinghe, isn't he?"

Bai Weiwei pursed her lips tightly, her face pale.

She whispered, "Fu Beizhe, calm down."

The tone is weak and indescribable.

Fu Beizhe pulled out an ugly smile, and his eyes were so red that he wanted to kill.

"Calm down? If I hadn't come to see you because of your pain, I wouldn't know that you ran away with a man."

Bai Weiwei glanced at the favorability.

It didn't fall off?

Even more terrifying, the deeper the love, the more severe the backlash when betrayed.

She said, "I didn't run."

Fu Beizhe stared at her, wishing to stab a hole in her body to see if she had a black heart.

Suddenly he let go of her and took a few steps back.

Then he kicked the table away with one foot, and the loud noise attracted the inquiries of the guard at the door.

"Young Master?"

Fu Beizhe roared in anger, "Go away."

Then he turned his head, panting to look at Bai Weiwei on the bed, "I'll give you a chance to tell me what you were doing just now?"

Bai Weiwei got up, stretched out her hand to support the bedpost, and looked at him with pursed lips.

In the hazy moonlight, her complexion became even paler and more fragile, as if it would dissipate as soon as it was blown.

Fu Beizhe clenched his fist, loosened it, clenched it again, and finally he hammered the table next to him, making a scary sound.

Bai Weiwei looked at him in horror.

She had never been bold, but was frightened by him.

Fu Beizhe suppressed the desire to kill, "Speak."

Bai Weiwei finally sighed, "Going to see a friend off."

Fu Beizhe laughed in embarrassment, "Friend, bring me people."

He opened the door, and immediately someone came with a lamp.

Several soldiers dragged a man over.

Bai Weiwei saw that it was the driver of the rickshaw.

As soon as the driver saw Bai Weiwei, he immediately screamed, "It's her, young marshal, it has nothing to do with me, she eloped with a man to the station, and I pulled her, but I didn't know she was a wife, I would have dared not let her if I had known. In the car."

Fu Beizhe said strangely, "elope?"

The coachman immediately said very experienced: "A man and a woman are sneaky, and they are running to the station at night. They must be running away."

Bai Weiwei wanted to kill the driver.

Fu Beizhe did it for her, "Drag him down and deal with it."

His handsome face had a ghostly ferocity, cold enough to kill.

The driver screamed and was dragged off.

Fu Beizhe lowered his eyes and said in a cold voice, "Let me go down and guard the outside, don't let a fly in, and don't come over without my order."

Everyone withdrew.

Only Bai Weiwei was left.

Fu Beizhe turned on the light unhurriedly, he saw her with a small white face and looked at him blankly.

Don't beg for mercy, don't speak.

There was no trace of guilt for him.

Fu Beizhe only felt that his heart was slowly being ripped apart by the knife, and his temples were beating non-stop.

He walked slowly to Bai Weiwei, for fear of strangling her to death, he held back his anger.

"Do you think you can really save Li Xinghe?"

Bai Weiwei looked up, her brows seemed a little worried.

Fu Beizhe only felt that she was worried about Li Xinghe.

He shattered her hopes word by word, "The person who followed me by your side watched you and Li Xinghe go to the station, I didn't let him stop you, because I just wanted to see if you really wanted to let go. Run Li Xinghe."

He laughed twice, "Last time at the train station, you were deliberately held hostage by him, let him go."

Fu Beizhe's hand grabbed her arm.

Bai Weiwei hissed, what he was holding was her wound.

Fu Beizhe lowered his head, his voice was cold, his thin lips kissed her face, and his eyes were grim.

"How can you dig my heart like this, I really hate you, Weiwei."

[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability is 60. 】