After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

Ordinary people, even most mentally ill patients, would refuse to listen to this "burning the house" question.

But Wen Yinuo is not an ordinary person.

"It is indeed necessary to burn it to accompany father and mother." Wen Yinuo touched Fu Jincheng's face with his backhand, "But when it is burning, you have to pay attention."

"If it's unsafe, then we'll be unsafe together. We'll die together."

Let the ashes be mixed together and inseparable.

"Don't worry, I don't want you to die." Fu Jincheng's deep green eyes sparkled, "We will go out together."

Damn it, it's the others.

Fu Jincheng's biological mother is a person who has romance engraved in her soul.

He and she personally participated in the design and decoration of the entire villa, which naturally contains many small details that represent romance.

Carved wooden stairs and handrails, hand-embroidered silk wallpaper, tassels falling from the ceiling...

When various small details are put together, people will feel good living in it.

When setting a fire, there are many flammable materials and they burn quickly.

In half an hour, flames and thick smoke completely enveloped the villa.

Anton was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night when he received a phone call saying that there was a problem in the family of his aunt and uncle who had passed away many years ago. He suddenly went from being confused to clear-headed.

It’s all over! It’s all over!

Although Fu Jincheng only went there once every few years, he acted like he didn't care at all.

But who really doesn’t care and would hire someone to clean the exterior walls and surrounding gardens regularly?

It's obvious that he cares in his heart, but he's just being stubborn and refuses to show it.

So over the past few years, Anton did not dare to relax at all when looking after the villa.

No matter what else, at least the villa must be kept there properly.

It would be fine if it was kept properly for a few years, but today he told me there was a fire.

Anton's steadily beating heart suddenly hung in the air, fell to the ground and shattered.

If Fu Jincheng knew about this, his father would be sent to Africa to mine.

Or they would be thrown back home and forced by their parents to dig potatoes.

Anton didn't even bother to change his pajamas and shoes and drove to the villa.

It’s not that I didn’t want to call the fire police.

Both he and the person who notified him could find where the villa was, but they couldn't tell the exact address!

We accelerated to the fastest speed and took a shortcut to arrive. When we got there, the fire in the villa was so big that it had already burned to the outer wall.

Before long, the entire villa will become a burnt gray-black frame.

When Anton arrived at the scene, he felt like dying when he saw the villa that could not be saved at all.

Really, he might as well go in and burn to death.

...No, there is someone else who should be damned.

Who is so blind as to set fire to the villa?

He would definitely catch that little bastard, skin him alive, pull out his tendons, and parade him through the streets!

After walking a short distance, Anton was about to call someone to catch the arsonist.

The phone was dialed and started ringing, and Anton suddenly saw two figures.

Who else could be at the burning house? It must be the idiot who burned the house!

Worried that the ringing might be heard, Anton hung up the phone and cautiously approached the two figures step by step.

The closer he got, the more familiar the two figures seemed to him.

The distance was less than five meters, and Anton could see the faces of the two figures clearly.

It’s Fu Jincheng and Wen Yinuo.

Anton was a little unsteady on his feet and lost strength in his hands.

The phone fell to the ground, making a noticeable sound.

The two people standing close together turned their heads at the same time.

Anton squatted down to pick up his phone and met two pairs of deep eyes. His body couldn't help but tremble.

"Good evening."

"It's a real surprise to see you guys here."

God bless you, God bless you, please hope that Fu Jincheng didn’t rush here in the middle of the night just because he heard that the house was on fire.

If that were the case, he wouldn't have to go back to see his parents.

Just die on the spot and apologize.

Fu Jincheng retracted his gaze and said indifferently, "It's quite a coincidence."

Although he only comes here once every few years, this is still his biological parents' home.

It was perfectly normal for him to bring Wen Yinuo here specially to burn gifts for his biological parents who had been dead for several years.

As for Anton, his appearance here at this time is very intriguing.

Anton was panicking, and he kept switching back and forth between telling the truth and putting the blame on the brat who set fire to the house, and admitting that it was all a coincidence.

As he danced, under the suppression of his blood, he blurted out the truth:

"Actually, it's not a coincidence."

"I got up and rushed over after receiving a notification that some bastards had set fire to the house."

"But! But Boss! This really was an accident!"

Wen Yinuo lay on Fu Jincheng's shoulder, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back, and whispered to the young man:

“Hahahahahahaha, brother, you’ve been scolded, hahaha.”

Still by Anton.

The slightly heavy atmosphere became much more relaxed because of Anton's untimely remark "little bastard" and Wen Yinuo's smile.

Fu Jin took over the contract with Wen Yinuo and looked at Anton again:

"You little bastard... you know how to give nicknames."

Anton thought Fu Jincheng was not going to pursue the arson case, so he grinned:

"That's right! After half a year of hard work, my Chinese level has improved by at least three levels!"

Poor Anton, he still hadn't come to his senses and realized that something was wrong.

"Don't worry, Boss. I will definitely catch that arsonist for you!"

Fu Jincheng didn't know whether to be angry or laugh for a moment.

Seeing that Anton was about to start calling again, Fu Jincheng interrupted him impatiently:

"No need to call anyone."

"The little bastard who set fire to the house you were talking about is me."

The ill-fated cell phone in Anton's hand fell from a high altitude for the second time in less than five minutes.

"Ah...ah?!" Anton was so shocked that he could have stuffed a whole watermelon in his mouth. "No, wait, you, you, you set the fire?!"

Fu Jin admitted straightforwardly: "I burned it."

Anton was completely dumbfounded.

He took two steps forward and walked around Wen Yinuo and Fu Jincheng several times, with the word "doubt" written all over his body.

"It's my cousin and his boyfriend, for sure." Anton muttered, "No one has changed."

After a few rounds of confirmation, Anton returned to his original position:

"No, why did you set fire to the house?"

Could it be that there are ghosts from Chinese stories in this house?

Fu Jincheng saw through Anton's thoughts at a glance and had disgust written all over his face.

"Don't let your imagination run wild." The young man interrupted Anton's thoughts calmly, "It's just a gift for my father and mother."

Anton: ...

"what?!"