The brothers were reborn with tears in their eyes and wanted to pamper their sister to heaven

As if thinking of something, Fu Ximing pulled the stool next to him and sat down.

His tone was calm: "I forgot to tell you, your precious grandson is squatting in prison now. When he comes out, you will be dead, and he will not be able to bury you in time."

When Fu Zhen heard the news, he started to struggle whiningly, with a look in his eyes as if he wanted to kill Fu Ximing.

In his heart, this must be Fu Ximing's mischief, and Fu Ximing just wants to take revenge on everyone in the Fu family.

Fu Ximing seemed to have seen through his thoughts and sneered: "I didn't touch that idiot, but he couldn't control his own hands and touched people he shouldn't have touched."

Fu Zhen was tired from struggling and lay on the bed. He regretted it——

He was not prepared for Fu Ximing at the beginning and fell into his trap.

People like Fu Zhen will never reflect on themselves. The current situation is his own fault.

He couldn't control his greed. He had a wife and children and still went out to steal sex. He used his power to force Fu Ximing's mother to submit.

After being discovered, the responsibility was placed on a poor woman herself, which led to the tragic death of Fu Ximing's mother.

Such selfish people are always aloof and self-righteous.

So Fu Ximing knew that letting him die like this would be an advantage for him, so he put him in a nursing home and made him unable to survive but not to die.

Fu Ximing ignored him, stood up, tidied his suit, and turned around to go out without any hesitation.

Fu Zhen was lying on the bed, tears streaming down his cloudy eyes.

Maybe he shed tears because of his own situation. The crocodile never sheds tears for others.

Fu Ximing turned around and entered the doctor's office at the end.

There was a middle-aged doctor sitting inside. Seeing Fu Ximing push the door open and come in, he stood up quickly: "Mr. Fu."

Fu Ximing nodded slightly.

The doctor led Fu Ximing to the sofa in the reception area, and Fu Ximing sat down.

Putting his hands on his knees: "You sit down too."

The doctor nodded slightly and sat down with his back straight.

Fu Ximing pondered for a moment: "What's going on with Fu Zhen recently?"

The doctor looked stern and considered for a moment: "Fu Zhen has been in poor health recently, so some of the treatments in the nursing home have been temporarily suspended for him.

This time it was our negligence..."

Fu Ximing raised his eyelids: "Has anyone come to see him?"

The doctor shook his head: "Fu Dongsheng has been here before, but he hasn't appeared recently.

Some time ago, a new nurse came to the sanatorium. It must have been that the person who trained him didn't explain it properly. He pushed Fu Zhen out to bask in the sun. Fu Zhen picked up a piece of broken porcelain from outside and scratched his wrist while everyone was not paying attention. "

When Fu Ximing heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Care workers?

"Where's the caregiver?"

"He was fired by us because of this mistake. Mr. Fu, what are you..."

"Contact him and I'll check it out here."

"Okay, Mr. Fu."

"Be careful later and don't let unfamiliar people get close to Fu Zhen. Don't stop his treatment. As long as the person is alive, you can arrange the rest by yourself." After Fu Ximing finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to leave.

The doctor quickly nodded in agreement.

In fact, there is a reason why doctors are so afraid of Fu Ximing. After all, Fu Zhen, as Fu Ximing's biological father, is treated like this, which is enough to prove Fu Ximing's character.

Although he was greedy for the money Fu Ximing gave him, he was also afraid of Fu Ximing's ruthlessness.

After Fu Ximing left the nursing home, the doctor came to Fu Zhen's ward.

Fu Zhen was given electric shock therapy. Fu Zhen lay on the hospital bed convulsing until he foamed at the mouth, and then the doctor turned off the switch.

Fu Zhen was already unconscious at this time.

Fu Ximing returned to the city center, feeling depressed and wanted to find someone to drink with.

After thinking about it, Shang Yan was the only one I could call, so I called Shang Yan directly.

Shang Yan came back from get off work and had dinner with his sister. When her sister went back to her room to write papers, he went straight to the study to work overtime.

Shang Yan was a little surprised when he saw the name flashing on his vibrating phone. What was Fu Ximing doing with him this late at night?

Did something happen?

He picked up the phone: "Hello."

Fu Ximing: "Come out and drink."

Then he hung up the phone, and Shang Yan heard a "beep beep" sound coming from the other side.

He raised his eyebrows, took the phone off his ear, and found that Fu Ximing on the other end had given him an address.

The garden of cold luxury.

This is a members-only bar, and Fu Ximing occasionally makes appointments with him here.

Seeing Fu Ximing's actions, Shang Yan laughed angrily. He was really a living dad.

But what can Shang Yan do? He has to accept such a bad friend.

He put on his clothes, went to his sister's room, and knocked on the door: "Ningyue, brother, go out for a while, Fu Ximing is looking for me."

Shang Ningyue nodded. My eldest brother rarely goes out at night these days. I didn't expect someone to ask him out so late today: "Okay, eldest brother, please pay attention to your safety."

Shang Yan nodded while adjusting his tie: "Well, you go to bed early, you have to go to school tomorrow."

Shang Ningyue raised her head and nodded obediently.

Shang Yan went downstairs and the driver was already waiting at the door.

When he arrived at the Court of Hanshe, Fu Ximing was already waiting for him in the private room.

The wine table was filled with all kinds of wine, and the glass in front of Fu Ximing was empty.

Seeing Shang Yan push the door open and come in, Fu Ximing raised his head and said, "Here we come."

Shang Yan sat down and asked calmly: "Why do you suddenly want to come to me for a drink?"

While Fu Ximing poured wine for Shang Yan, he opened his thin lips and said, "Can't I have a drink with you if I have nothing to do?"

Shang Yan nodded, indicating that Fu Ximing was right.

But Fu Ximing was not the kind of person who would ask him to drink with him for no reason.

Alcohol is a very difficult numbing agent for him.

In my memory, Fu Ximing only came to him for a drink twice, once when he brought down his bastard father Fu Zhen.

Another time was when he moved his mother's grave.

The second time he rarely saw Fu Ximing shed tears.

This is the third time, and it is most likely related to something at home.

But Shang Yan chose not to ask.

Everyone has their own difficulties, why bother to get to the bottom of it.

Neither he nor Fu Ximing are the kind of people who can rely on others to relieve their emotions.

"Drink." Shang Yan raised his head and drank the wine that Fu Ximing had just poured for him. He picked up a bottle of wine and refilled it for him and Fu Ximing.

Fu Ximing picked up the wine glass and drank one cup after another.

The two men, who were nearly thirty years old, just drank in silence. There were some things that they couldn't explain clearly. They were no longer teenagers, so there were no unresolved emotions.

It's all in the wine.

The way they drank, it was inevitable that both of them would be drunk until the end.

When Shang Yan's driver came in, he saw Mr. Fu lying on the sofa with his face flushed.

And their business manager was also very drunk, lying on the armrest of the sofa, muttering: "Sister, sister..."

The driver wanted to help him, but he waved the driver's hand away: "Don't touch me, I want my sister, where is my sister..."