Boss, Don’t Be Filthy

Translator: 549690339

Ye Shayan’s spirit had been worn away by the torture last night.

This night made her truly understand what it meant by the disparity in strength between men and women. She had no chance of winning if she wanted to fight against a man.

She didn’t want to experience that unbearable night again. If she did it a few more times, she would go crazy.

” Do you know your mistake now? Too late.”

Feng Sheng’s tone was flat and cold.

He didn’t seem to want to look at Ye Shayan anymore. He turned around and walked to the coffee table in front of the sofa.

There was a plate of fruit on the coffee table, and a fruit knife beside it.

Feng Sheng walked to the coffee table and bent down slightly. His slender fingers picked up the fruit knife that was about fifteen centimeters long.

“Feng Sheng, what are you doing?”

When Ye Shayan saw Feng Sheng walking toward her with a knife in his hand, her long hair draped over the bed like a madwoman, her eyes turned crazy.

What was Feng Sheng trying to do?

Did he want to kill her like he did with Haifeng?

“Feng Sheng, don’t do anything rash! After all, we were classmates. Can you let me go? I promise I won’t appear in front of you and Luo Yangyang ever again!”

After Jiang Haifeng’s death, Ye Shayan looked at the fruit knife in Feng Sheng’s hand.

The fear that rose from the bottom of her heart spread to her limbs. This fear spread to her brain and made her go crazy.

She didn’t want to die. She was still very young, not even thirty years old. She didn’t want to die like this.

“On account of being classmates, I’ve already let you off once. This time, it was you who insisted on bumping into the muzzle of a gun.”

Feng Sheng did not look at Ye Shayan. He lowered his cold eyes and played with the fruit knife in his hand.

There was a knife scar on Yangyang’s shoulder. He had to stab a few bloody holes in Ye Shayan’s body to repay the knife.

Ya Quan looked at the fruit knife in Feng Sheng’s hand and immediately understood what Feng Sheng wanted to do.

When Feng Sheng reached the end of the bed, he took a step forward.”

“Boss, let me do it. Don’t dirty your hands.”

Feng Sheng looked up coldly and glared at Ya Quan. He then placed the fruit knife on Ya Quan’s outstretched palm.

“What are you doing? If you kill me, it’s illegal. You’ll go to jail!”

Ye Shayan watched as the fruit knife that seemed to decide her fate was transferred from Feng Sheng’s hand to Ya Quan’s. The fear in her heart did not diminish, but instead grew stronger.

She was afraid that she would die here today. She was afraid that no one would know how she died in this lifetime.

Feng Sheng ignored Ye Shayan’s screams.

He didn’t even look at her. Dressed in a black suit, he retreated to the wall and leaned his back against the wall.

Feng Sheng looked ahead with a cold gaze. His line of sight fell to the end of the bed. Ye Shayan was still out of his sight.

Ya Quan walked towards Ye Shayan who was lying on the bed with a fruit knife.

Jim, who had been sitting on the bedside table, suddenly stood up and walked toward Feng Sheng.

“Boss, do you want to smoke?”

Ya Quan took out a cigar from his suit pocket and handed it to Feng Sheng.

Feng Sheng’s cold eyes turned to look at Jim. He took the cigar and opened his sexy lips.