It turns out that the boss is a bamboo horse

Chapter 101 Parents Sent Someone to Follow Him
"The information you can find is prepared for you by your parents in advance."

Xu Jinyan's words lingered in his ears like a curse, which could not be dispelled.

Fu Mo Nian rode his bicycle and galloped in the night, the rain mixed with the cold night wind hit his face, making his thoughts even more chaotic.

The sarcastic expression on Xu Jinyan's face was undoubtedly a needle in his heart.

That needle is sinking deeper and deeper!
At the corner, Fu Mo Nian rode his bicycle into a dark alley.

Immediately, a beam of headlights shone here. After a few seconds, the car stopped, and two people came down from above.

"The young master is walking this way, why is there no one there?" The old man looked at the young man anxiously.

The young man took out the flashlight, turned it on, and walked into the alley next to it.

bang-

The sound of a bicycle being knocked down.

Fu Mo Nian's expression was gloomy, and under the illumination of the light, it became even more treacherous.

The young man shook his hand, and the flashlight almost fell to the ground, "Master."

The sound of rainwater hitting the eaves and flowing down the tiles is very clear and pleasant.

The young man's eyeballs remained motionless, staring at Fu Mo Nian all the time, he could clearly hear the sudden quickening of his heartbeat.

The elderly man took an umbrella from the car and put it on top of Fu Mo Nian's head, "Master, get in the car. Yicheng, hurry up and put the car of the young master in the trunk."

Only then did Ding Yicheng come back to his senses, holding a flashlight in one hand and a bicycle in the other.

Fu Mo Nian stood motionless on the spot, his bloodshot and red pupils wrapped in a terrifying oppression.

Ever since the Yu family's bankruptcy incident two years ago, he has always known that his parents sent someone to follow him to and from school.

He also always thought that his parents were thinking about his safety.

But now, he suddenly didn't think so.

Uncle Ding was stunned, "What's wrong, young master?"

Ding Yicheng, who was putting the car into the trunk, glanced at it lightly from the corner of his eye. While Fu Mo Nian was not paying attention, he took off a small item from the car and put it in his pocket.

"It's okay." Fu Mo Nian responded hoarsely, walked quickly and got into the car.

Ding Yicheng sat in the co-pilot while Uncle Ding drove.

On the way home, Ding Yicheng was like a thorn in his back, he didn't dare to look back, and he didn't dare to say anything. Occasionally, he glanced at the rearview mirror from the corner of his eye, and found that Fu Mo Nian's eyes were extremely cold, like a millennium cold abyss.

In the huge Fu family's house, six servants in raincoats came to open the gate, three of them stood on one side, bowing their waists slightly to show their respect.

When the car parked in the garage, Fu Mo Nian suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were cold and indifferent, "Ding Yicheng, come with me."

Uncle Ding and Ding Yicheng looked at each other, and when Fu Mo Nian turned around to get out of the car, Ding Yicheng quickly gave Uncle Ding the small things in his pocket.

Gu Zhi came down from upstairs to meet his son.

Fu Mo Nian's whole body was wet, Gu Zhi worried: "I'm afraid you're going to catch a cold, so hurry up and cook a bowl of ginger soup for the young master to warm up."

The servant heard the sound and went to work in the kitchen.

Fu Mo Nian ignored Gu Zhi and went upstairs without paying any extra glances.

Ding Yicheng nodded slightly, and Gu Zhi's eyes became meaningful.

When the door slammed shut.

Uncle Ding stood respectfully at the bottom of the stairs, "Ma'am."

With both hands, he offered the little black thing he took off from Fu Mo Nian's bicycle.

Gu Zhi quickly went downstairs to take it away and held it in his palm with a serious expression, "Who did he meet tonight?"

Since her son rode a bicycle on the first day of high school, she had someone quietly install a recorder on the car, and she would not take it down to eavesdrop on her son's conversations that day unless it was absolutely necessary.

Uncle Ding lowered his voice, "Xu Jinyan from the Xu family."

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