lcionline Chapter 234 I Need Tony
Chapter 234 I Need Tony
Fu Ruoshi was terrified and staggered over.
Wen Zhixia closed her eyes and curled up into a ball.
"Wen Zhixia, Wen Zhixia?" Fu Ruoshi squatted down and shook her gently, "Wake up?"
Wen Zhixia slowly opened her eyes...
A moment ago, she found the bathroom in the factory. She leaned against the wet wall and took off her coat to cover herself, but she still fell asleep due to exhaustion and inhaling too much toxic gas.
In front of me was an extremely familiar face. The once passionate peach blossom eyes were filled with worries, and under the smoke and fire, they turned into a deep red sea.
His handsome face was covered in smoke and looked a little funny.
Wen Zhixia raised her hand and wiped his face, but ultimately she didn't have the strength to speak.
"I'll take you home."
Fu Ruoshi picked her up horizontally, and the firefighters followed.
They escorted the two under the raging fire and put out the flames around them.
"Mr. Fu, Madam, are you all right?" Liu Zhen saw Fu Ruoshi come out and put clothes on him. "How is Madam?"
He was almost scared to death just now. If anything had happened to Mr. Fu and his wife, he would have wanted to be buried with them.
"Call a doctor and clean up the presidential suite at the resort."
Fu Ruoshi held Wen Zhixia in his arms, his eyes never leaving her. He gently put her on the back seat of the car and sat next to her.
Just as Fu Ruoshi carried Wen Zhixia into the car, the sky suddenly darkened.
Immediately afterwards, a downpour came unexpectedly.
The heavy rain gradually extinguished the blazing factory building.
Everything is calm.
......
On the way back.
Liu Zhen was driving the car, followed by three police cars and two fire trucks.
Several cars roared through the city center and went their separate ways at the next intersection.
"Mr. Fu."
In the driver's seat, Liu Zhen looked in the rearview mirror and asked, "Are you going back to Jincheng directly, or are you going to Fu's Resort to rest first?"
Fu Ruoshi was looking at Wen Zhixia, who was sleeping soundly with her head resting on his legs, his eyes full of nostalgia for her after surviving a disaster.
"Resort." He looked at Wen Zhixia, "She'll be scared when she wakes up and there's no one she knows around her."
After repeated life-and-death tests, he only wanted to hold her in his hands even more and cherish every minute with her.
Wen Zhixia was sleeping soundly, her jet-black hair scattered on her temples, her eyelashes fluttering like a small fan, her small red lips slightly pursed, and it was completely impossible to tell that she had just experienced a life-and-death test.
He couldn't bear to take his eyes off her, completely unaware of how miserable he looked.
His white shirt was completely black, and his palms were peeling because he had used too much force when prying the door open. There were also slight abrasions and burns on his arms, and even a lot of his hair was singed.
But he didn't care. He just carefully took the wet tissue and wiped Wen Zhixia's exposed skin bit by bit, his movements as gentle as a feather.
"Boss Fu," Liu Zhen answered the phone and reported, "Wang Xinjie has escaped from the city. The police are now trying to apprehend her. There should be results soon."
When talking about Wang Xinjie, Fu Ruoshi's gentleness from a moment ago disappeared.
"Tell me when you catch me."
Outside the car window, the rain gradually stopped.
The air became clear, and the previous depression and dullness were also washed away.
Feeling relieved for having survived the disaster, Fu Ruoshi leaned over and kissed Wen Zhixia's nose, chin, and earlobe.
Wen Zhixia was sleeping very soundly and could not resist.
Fu Ruoshi took the opportunity to kiss her for a long time.
I really want to kiss her like this every day.
Kiss her till she moans...
Sunset and moonrise.
The thrilling day is over.
A quiet night arrives.
The city fell asleep.
In a small hotel on the edge of the city, Wang Xinjie slept on a moldy bed and had nightmares.
In her dream, she saw Cao Yong, whom she had stabbed to death, looking at her covered in blood.
She also dreamed of Wen Zhixia, who was abandoned by her in the fire, raising his hands to strangle her.
She also dreamed that Li Wenjing, who she had bullied to death, crawled into her home with twisted limbs...
"Ah!!! Don't come over here!!!"
Wang Xinjie woke up from a nightmare in a cold sweat.
In front of me was a dilapidated and moldy room.
This hotel is old and dilapidated, and the people living there are all young people from society, vagrants, drunkards and gamblers.
Now she is wanted and cannot stay in a regular hotel or even buy a train ticket.
A mountain of gold and silver disappeared overnight, her bank account was frozen, her identity information was wanted, and Wang Xinjie fell from heaven to hell. The huge gap made her heart collapse.
Fortunately, she brought out a box of money.
More than two million US dollars is enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life if she lives frugally.
Thinking of this, Wang Xinjie felt a little comforted.
She opened her suitcase and wanted to admire the wealth she had accumulated over half her life.
"Squeak."
A big, fat rat came out of her suitcase and climbed onto her.
"Oh my God!"
Wang Xinjie slumped on the ground, watching the mouse slip away and disappear into the bed.
In the suitcase, a scene more terrifying than the presence of rats appeared.
Two million in cash, gnawed to pieces by rats...
It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Wang Xinjie's last psychological defense collapsed...
The next morning.
Wen Zhixia slept very comfortably.
When she woke up, she saw herself lying on a soft and fragrant king-sized bed, wearing Dior silk pajamas, in a constant temperature room with a faint fragrance.
She almost thought she was in heaven.
The next second, she looked down at herself.
Where are my clothes?
Who put my pajamas on?
She turned over and sat up, turned on the light, and saw a brand new iPhone on the bedside table.
Next to it was a note written by Fu Ruoshi:
[Your old phone burned out, I bought you a new one, the software is already installed, the number remains the same, just open it and use it]
Wen Zhixia felt like she had been to the gates of hell and was finally returning to the human world.
Turn on your phone, get out of bed, and open the curtains.
Outside, there is an endless sea.
This is the presidential suite of Fu's Seaview Resort.
The early morning sunlight was dim at the seaside, a light mist covered the beach, and the sky was a quiet blue.
She turned on her phone and sent a WeChat message to Fu Ruoshi: [I'm awake]
Within two minutes, Fu Ruoshi arrived.
It was obvious that he had not slept all night. He was dressed in a formal suit, with scratches on his face, but he looked hurried.
He invited all the bigwigs from the public security, procuratorial and judicial departments who came to participate in the investigation of Jinghai Hospital to the Fu Hotel. This time he was an eyewitness and collected intelligence on the front line, so he also assisted the bigwigs in discussing the case, providing clues, and stayed up all night.
"Are you busy?" Wen Zhixia moved aside to let him in.
"Are you hungry?" Fu Ruoshi's tired expression disappeared as soon as he saw her. "Are you feeling unwell?"
Wen Zhixia saw that his originally neat hair was now burnt yellow by the fire.
She burst out laughing.
"What's wrong?" Fu Ruoshi looked at her curiously, "Am I funny?"
"Your hair is burnt, don't you know?" Wen Zhixia lifted up a strand of his bangs, "Look!"
Fu Ruoshi's face changed and he ran to look in the mirror.
I cursed in my heart.
I'm still chatting with the bigwigs of the police, procuratorate and courts with a head of burnt hair?
Mr. Fu was so humiliated that he couldn't hold it in any longer.
Although he is not conceited, he knows that his image represents the entire Fu family. As someone who has such high demands on everything, he certainly cannot allow himself to be so sloppy!
"It's too late to find Tony." Fu Ruoshi took a pair of scissors and handed it to Wen Zhixia without saying a word, "Help me cut it quickly."