Chapter 200: Handcuff Him to the Bed

Chapter 200: Handcuff Him to the Bed

Fu Yusheng looked down at his brother lying on the ground, holding his left face with one hand, looking stunned, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened, really happened to him. But Fu Yusheng was not finished yet, squatting down and threatening: "If I don't see you get up and go back to the room now, I will put you in a suitcase and stamp it with a national address. Bring the tool kit for excavation, and let you mine those valuable diamonds for me, understand? There is no precious smartphone for you, so get up and get on the bed for me!"

Fu Yushen, who was knocked to the ground, widened his eyes, looked at his brother with devil horns, and then looked at the bleeding woman behind him. He thought for a while before standing up, ignoring the ghost woman, and walked into his room. Compared with his brother who was a sadistic demon in human skin, he was willing to compete with the ghost woman, at least she would not send him to another country with a chisel and hammer to mine diamonds.

"Bring the rope and lock. It would be even better if you could bring handcuffs." Fu Yusheng turned his head to look at the old housekeeper and nodded in agreement. "As you wish, Second Master."

Then he rushed down the stairs with a speed and agility beyond his peers. No one could stop him before Fu Rong disappeared. Looking at the scenes in front of her, she just opened her mouth wide. She looked at her brother who was pulling down his rolled-up sleeves. "Second brother, did you hit third brother?"

Is this an available option?

Fu Yusheng raised an eyebrow, looked around, and said in a monotone voice: "Do you think there is any other choice, or would you prefer to hold down that slippery leech and prevent it from jumping off?"

Of course not. Fu Yushen was already hysterical and didn't dare to listen to anything. A slap in the face to wake him up was the only way. Being slapped by the second brother himself was also their only choice. Fu Yushen was back.

Therefore, even though she felt that the whole act was too barbaric, Furong had no choice but to agree with her second brother. Slapping was indeed the right choice.

A minute passed, and the old housekeeper rushed back with what looked like a pink canary in his hand. Until they all saw what it was, Fu Yusheng pinched his eyes in disbelief and said, "Please say you didn't find that thing somewhere in our house."

His tone was filled with deep disappointment, and he looked at Fu Rong and asked, "It's not yours, right?"

“No… no… of course not, I… you know I’m not like that second brother.” Fu Rong stammered, she might be a punk fashion person, but she wouldn’t do something like moving to third base. She didn’t wear a wedding ring on her finger, and this was also in such a hardcore way.

"It belongs to the Third Master." The old housekeeper said with a smile. "I found it in an old cardboard box that I moved to the storage room during the year-end cleaning. I didn't expect it to come in handy, but it looks like it will be useful."

Fu Yusheng breathed rapidly, holding the pink furry handcuffs in his hands, and his tongue stuck behind his cheek. "This guy will die like a dog one day, why is he still worried about ghosts? He must be worried about some hidden disease!"

Furong stood beside the second brother in silence. Fortunately, the third brother was in a bad mood, otherwise the second brother would have beaten him half to death. But this did not mean that he would not teach the third brother a lesson after he recovered.

She took a deep breath, silently lit the candle in her heart for the third brother, and vowed that once the third brother was gone, she would correct every one of his posts.

Fu Yusheng didn't know what was going on in his sister's mind, so he just walked in and ordered, "Press him down and put his hands on the bedposts."

"Second brother, wait...wait...what are you doing?" Fu Yushen screamed. He didn't know how or why it happened. He lay quietly on the bed, and the ghost girl pressed on his bed, screaming that he was a murderer and had to pay the price. Bleeding for the loss of a child, why was he suddenly pressed down? Wasn't he a good boy for two whole minutes? This is a terrible record for him, come on!

But no one listened to what he said. He was pulled down by the old housekeeper. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push him down. The weight of his whole body was pressed on the bed, and Fu Yushen couldn't push him away. He couldn't help but ask, "Lao Ke, are you going to the gym or doing something?"

"Haha, Third Master is really good at joking." The old butler pushed Fu Yusheng down, then lifted his wrist to the bedpost. Fu Yusheng stepped over the bed and tied one end of the handcuffs to his wrist. He handcuffed the other end to the bedpost, then stepped back, crossing his hands in front of him. "So, do you mind telling me where you were last night? I remember I told you to finish the report that was due last year, but you haven't finished it yet. Where is it?"