After the rebirth, the boss mommy's vest fell off

Yan Chenfeng got the number of Jiang Hong's men and sent a text message.

Basically, Yuan Bufan has been arrested and is currently in a certain police station.

After sending the text message, Yan Chenfeng stood up and said, "I still have something to do, so I'll leave first. Remember to contact me after the results of the experiment come out."

Looking at the back of the man turning away, Fang Zhuo lowered his head and dug his fingertips into his palm.

At the same time, pray silently in your heart.

I hope Jiang Hong still has some friendship for him.

After all, he has no relatives in this world.

When Fang's family was killed, Fang Tianming and his family fled, but he was left to fend for himself in Huaguo.

From that moment on, he knew that he had nothing to do with the Fang family.

Later, he met Jiang Hong by chance and spent the happiest time in his life...

He thought that he had family affection again.

But now, Yan Chenfeng ran over and told him that everything was false.

Fang Zhuo felt the blood all over his body rushing to the top of his head.

for a long time.

He raised his head and took a deep breath.

At the same time, I told myself in my heart that there might be a turning point in this matter.

SMS has been sent

As long as Jiang Hong doesn't attack him, it will prove that Yan Chenfeng's guess is wrong.

Correct……

Maybe Jiang Hong didn't intend to kill him.

It's just that due to the pressure of reality, I dare not make any moves.

When the storm passes, they will come to save him.

After Fang Zhuo comforted himself, he finally felt better.

……

That night.

Jiang Hong's subordinate Seventh Uncle came to the police station in a hurry.

Seeing the man, Fang Zhuo's mood was complicated.

Seventh Uncle is the minister of humerus beside Jiang Hong.

Not showing up easily, showing up is to represent Jiang Hong.

Therefore, people in the Jiang family respect him very much.

"Uncle Seven." Fang Zhuo pretended to cry with tears in his eyes, "I thought you wouldn't come to see me..."

"You are the grandson of Boss, blood is thicker than water, and Boss will not leave you alone." Uncle Qi said, "It's you, who have been hiding in Tibet these days. Could it be that you can't trust Boss?"

Fang Zhuo quickly denied: "How could I not trust grandpa? It's just that I have caused such a big disaster, and I really have no face to see him..."

Hearing this, Uncle Seven sighed: "Uncle Seven, to be fair, it's true that you were ineffective this time."

"But even so, you are the only heir beside the boss."

"He won't give up on you, understand?"

Hearing what the man said, Fang Zhuo's eyes flashed hope.

"Then... what did grandpa say? Can he save me out?"

"Boss has been trying to figure out a solution for the past few days, but this time the problem is more serious. You have committed multiple crimes, and you have solid evidence. It may not be so easy to get out of your body."

Fang Zhuo was not surprised when he heard this.

But I got great comfort in my heart.

It turned out that grandpa did not give up on him.

He still has a certain weight in Jiang Hong's heart.

"Seventh Uncle, please help me tell Grandpa that as long as he can rescue me, he will let me go east in the future, and I will never go west. I will follow his lead for the rest of my life..."

Looking at Fang Zhuo's groveling appearance, Uncle Seven felt pitiful and funny at the same time.

When Jiang Hong brought him back, he was also happy about it for a while.

I think it is a great joy to have a successor to the Jiang family.

But as time went by, he gradually discovered that Fang Zhuo was reckless and ignorant in nature.

I can't afford such a big family business.

Over time, he no longer viewed him as an heir.

"Uncle Qi knows you are afraid, but there is no rush."

"Boss has to clean up the mess of the Asia-Pacific Group for a while, and then find a way to get you out."

"So, you can stay here with peace of mind and wait for my news."

Fang Zhuo's expression darkened again when he heard this.

Uncle Seven didn't tell him a deadline.

That said, he may have a long wait.

It could be a lifetime...

However, he no longer dared to ask for too much.

"I listen to Seventh Uncle." Fang Zhuo said with a pious expression, "I also trouble Seventh Uncle to tell Grandpa, if he really can't help it, just treat it as my grandson. I deserve what I deserve, and I won't blame him..."

After finishing speaking, he still didn't forget to lower his head and inhale his nose.

It's like really confessing.

Little did they know, a faint sneer had already appeared on his lips.

Yan Chenfeng must have never imagined that he made a wrong bet this time.

Jiang Hong is indeed a cold-blooded person.

But only to outsiders.

And he is not an outsider.

While thinking about it, Seventh Uncle walked up to him carrying something and patted him on the shoulder.

In the next second, there was an extra lunch box on the table in front of him.

Fang Zhuo was taken aback, "This is..."

"Boss knows that you like dumplings stuffed with fennel, and asked the servants at home to make some for you."

"I asked the police outside and they said you haven't had dinner yet."

"Try it, if it suits your appetite, I will send it to you every day."

Uncle Qi lifted the lid of the box, revealing the steaming hot dumplings with thin skin and big filling.

Fang Zhuo stared at the dumpling, and the words Yan Chenfeng said to him suddenly flashed in his mind.

——Jiang Hong wants to kill you.

He made a swallowing motion and looked up at Uncle Qi.

A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Uncle Seven pretended to be puzzled, "No appetite?"

Fang Zhuo was silent for a moment, then said "Hmm".

"Then eat it later." Uncle Qi closed the lid of the lunch box, "However, the dumplings won't taste good when they get cold."

Fang Zhuo calmed down, and said with a choked voice, "I never expected that grandpa still remembered that I love dumplings stuffed with fennel..."

"That's natural." Seventh Uncle said in a deep voice, "You are the only relative of Boss in this world, and his love for you is far more than you can imagine."

Fang Zhuo couldn't hear what Uncle Qi said later.

All his attention was on the box of dumplings.

It stands to reason that if Uncle Qi came to visit him in this kind of place, he would just need to call the police.

There is no need to bring him any dumplings.

This plate of dumplings appeared on his table, it didn't look like it came from grandpa's love.

Instead, it seems to be naked...

Cut off meal.

Fang Zhuo didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"If it's cold, I'll ask them to warm it up for me."

"Ah."

Fang Zhuo chatted with Uncle Seven again.

When Qi Shu left, he quickly called the police over to help with the drug test.

The policeman got Yan Chenfeng's order and was ready, and soon walked in with a small white mouse.

Fang Zhuo's heart was in his throat.

He hoped he was thinking too much.

After all, Uncle Seven has said that he is Jiang Hong's only relative in this world.

No matter how cruel Jiang Hong's heart is, it's impossible for him to kill his grandson, right?

When his thoughts returned, Fang Zhuo saw that the police had put a dumpling next to the little white mouse.

The little white mouse sniffed the dumplings.

Immediately afterwards, he began to eat in small bites.

Fang Zhuo stared at the little white mouse closely, not daring to breathe.