After rebirth, Master Fu’s little ancestor went wild

Gu Ziqi's eyes were slightly hot and he nodded heavily.

At this moment, the two of them seemed to have settled their differences.

It seems that those grievances have passed for a long time.

Fu's old house.

Song Nian received an emergency call from a company midway. He saw that Fu Hanzhou was busy at that time and it was not easy to disturb him, so he went out to answer the phone first.

When he came back from his work, the hall was already in chaos.

Hearing the commotion around him, he realized that Mr. Fu had beaten Fu Zechuan just after he went out to answer the phone, and he was not very gentle.

But he didn't see Fu Zechuan either, and for a moment he felt inexplicably uneasy.

As soon as this emotion emerged, it quickly spread in my heart.

He has followed Fu Hanzhou for so many years and understands Fu Hanzhou's character. Even if there was any grudge between him and Fu Zechuan, he would not get out of control and do something in public. Something must have happened.

And every time the only one who can affect Mr. Fu's emotions in this way is Madam...

Thinking of Lu Wansu, Song Nian felt more and more uneasy. He quickly stopped you, a servant present, and asked in a low voice, "What happened here just now?"

The servant glanced at Song Nian, as if he recognized him, then shook his head and said, "I'm not sure either."

Seeing that she didn't want to say anything, Song Nian knew that he couldn't ask anything, so he didn't embarrass her. He just asked: "Then do you know where Fu Hanzhou went?"

The servant whispered: "I'm not sure where the young master is going. It's just that the young master left in a hurry just now, as if he was heading towards the gate."

door?

Song Nian was stunned and then thought of something. He dropped a thank you and hurried out of the gate quickly.

When he went out, he discovered that the car originally parked outside was missing.

Only he and Mr. Fu have the car keys.

The car must have been driven away by Mr. Fu, and something big must have happened, otherwise Mr. Fu would not have left without saying hello.

Song Nian didn't care much. While calling Fu Hanzhou, he turned back to the house and asked the servant to borrow a car.

He often accompanied Fu Hanzhou back to his old house, and the servants in the old house knew him. Seeing that he looked anxious, and fearing that he was really in a hurry, he asked and lent the key to Song Nian.

But until Song Nian drove out, the call was not answered.

The uneasiness lingering in his heart was like a big stone, making him anxious.

But fortunately, there was only one road back to the city, and there weren't many cars coming and going here. Song Nian sped up a little and caught up with Fu Hanzhou.

On the other side, Lu Wansu and Gu Ziqi finally reconciled. The two of them looked at the sky, which was getting darker and darker quickly, and the raindrops were even heavier than before, so they turned around and walked back in perfect agreement.

It's not too long since they came out, and things should be over over there.

Not far away, they suddenly saw a woman in her 40s sitting on a bench by the roadside. The woman had gray hair, her head lowered and she was crying sadly.

As Lu Wansu and Gu Ziqi approached, they heard the woman talking intermittently about the white-haired man giving the black-haired man away, and that his son was dead.

Because this place was right next to the cemetery, neither of them had any doubts.

Gu Ziqi looked at the woman crying, maybe thinking of her brother, and her eyes turned red.

She took out a tissue from her pocket and handed it to the crying middle-aged woman.

"Here you go, wipe it off." Gu Ziqi looked at the woman sympathetically and reminded in a low voice: "I know you are sad now, but it's going to rain, so you'd better go back early."

The woman slowly raised her head, glanced at the tissue in Gu Ziqi's hand, reached out to take it, and thanked her with a choked voice.

She wiped her tears and nose with a tissue, stood up and wanted to throw the waste paper into the trash can. Seeing the woman looking around, Gu Ziqi pointed forward.

"Where's the trash can?"

The woman looked in the direction of her finger and saw a green trash can.

She thanked her again and got up to take out the trash.

"Let's go." Lu Wansu shouted.

"Okay." Gu Ziqi quickly followed her.

At this time, the density of the raindrops falling was a bit higher, like raindrops as big as soybeans hitting the ground, and even the surrounding air became a bit colder.

After the middle-aged woman threw away the trash, they happened to pass by her. She walked back with them and pretended to talk to Gu Ziqi casually.

"Thank you just now." The woman had just finished crying, her voice was still a little hoarse, and her ordinary, weathered face looked extremely pitiful: "Are you here to attend the funeral too?"

The woman looked at the clothes of Lu Wansu and Gu Ziqi. They were all dressed in black and wearing white flowers. It looked like they had just attended the funeral.

Gu Ziqi couldn't help but choke up when she mentioned this. She lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Well, my brother."

The woman showed a hint of surprise, and then she sobbed softly: "My son was also buried today. He was only 20 years old..."

When she mentioned her son, the woman began to break down and cry again. She squatted on the ground and cried as if she couldn't breathe.

Lu Wansu stared at it twice and realized something was wrong.

Asked in a low voice: "Auntie, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

The woman looked a little pale, covering her heart while crying and nodding.

Gu Ziqi looked around and found a bench next to her. She said to Lu Wansu, "Let's help her to the chair first. We'll go find her family members later and ask someone to pick her up."

Lu Wansu didn't notice anything strange, so he nodded, bent down and reached out to help the woman.

But at that moment, Lu Wansu suddenly felt a chill on her neck, and a sharp knife was pressed against her throat.

The woman who was crying so much that she couldn't breathe just now didn't look the least bit sad at the moment. She looked at Lu Wansu with eyes full of sinisterness.

"What are you doing?!" Gu Ziqi was stunned for a moment, then reacted and shouted loudly.

No matter how slow her reaction was at this moment, she understood that everything that had just happened was a play put on by this woman to get closer to her.

This woman took advantage of the fact that her loved one had just died and she would empathize with others who had also lost their loved ones, so she dared to approach them in this way.

Gu Ziqi gritted her teeth and glared at the middle-aged woman: "Let her go quickly, or I'll call the police."

The middle-aged woman laughed disdainfully: "If you don't want her to die now, just call the police. I promise to take her life before the police come."

Gu Ziqi choked and looked at the woman's sinister eyes and knew that the other party could really do it. She was confused for a moment and didn't know what to do.

Compared to Gu Ziqi's panic, Lu Wansu, who was held hostage, was much calmer.

This was not the first time she had experienced this kind of scene. If this woman really wanted to kill her, she could do it directly now. But this woman didn't do that. She just held her hostage, which showed that she had other motives.

Before Lu Wansu could think clearly, a woman's threatening voice sounded in her ears: "Get up and cooperate with me, or I will kill you now."