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

Wen Yinuo sat in the back seat of the car, put a pillow on the side of his head, and leaned half against the car window.

My sleepy eyes passed through the car window and fell on the scene passing quickly but clearly outside the window.

On a deep winter night, the dim street lights reflected colorful snowflakes one after another, never disappearing for a moment.

There were only a few cars on the road, and even fewer pedestrians.

After driving for a few minutes, you can only see one or two.

The entire scene between heaven and earth was one of desolation and coldness.

Wen Yinuo, who was in the car, did not feel the slightest bit of the coldness and loneliness that matched the scenery outside the car window.

All he felt was warmth.

The temperature of the car's air conditioner is set at 28 degrees, which is just within the most suitable temperature for the human body.

In the back seat of the car where Wen Yinuo was sitting, besides himself and the cushions he used as cushions, there were also a number of exquisite, small and cute dolls that he and Wen Jian had made themselves, or that they had found in the video game arcade.

At first glance, it gives people a warm and comfortable feeling.

Wen Yinuo yawned, took down the pillow between his head and the hard car window, changed his position, and lay directly on the back seat.

Wen Jian heard the loud noise in the back seat. She looked up and laughed:

"Sleepy?"

"Go to sleep if you're tired. I'll call you when we get there."

The drowsy Wen Yinuo suddenly became alert.

"I'm not sleepy." The boy, who had the words "I want to sleep" clearly written on his face, tried to save face, "I'll just lie down and rest for a while."

"Just for a moment..."

Before he could finish his words, his eyes couldn't resist the fatigue and he forced them closed.

Wen Jian swallowed the joke that was about to come out of his mouth, looked around and found a place to park temporarily. He stopped the car, took out a thin blanket from the pillow, carefully put it on the sleeping child, and then restarted the car and drove towards the destination.

The destination of the car, which was previously used for an outdoor wedding, was now decorated by Fu Jincheng as a place to celebrate Wen Yinuo's birthday and express his love.

Fu Jincheng was so nervous that he couldn't calm down for even a second and kept pacing back and forth.

As he walked, his hands kept shaking as if he had Parkinson's disease.

Anton, who was coerced and bribed by Fu Jincheng and forcibly dragged over to be a flower boy (bushi), was made dizzy by Fu Jincheng's walking back and forth.

"Boss, please calm down for a while." Grandpa Anton seemed to be holding a thermos cup. "If you keep shaking like this, be careful that you will pass out before anyone comes."

Fu Jincheng kicked in the air and glared at him threateningly:

"You've been chasing after someone for three years and haven't even been given a nice guy card, what do you know?"

Anton: ...

Anton: …………

Anton hid in the darkest corner and squatted down, drawing circles in grievance.

Sob, sob, sob, sob, if you don't want to accept my advice, then don't accept it.

Why attack him personally?

It’s better to attack his weakest point, wuwuwuwuwu.

Without the noisy words that popped up from time to time, Fu Jincheng's heart calmed down a little at first.

...It was really just a little bit calmer.

After a few minutes, the heart that had calmed down began to become restless again.

All kinds of outrageous yet somewhat reasonable concerns kept popping up in my mind.

A bunch of worries finally point to one result:

What should he do if Wen Yinuo does not accept the confession?

Pretend nothing happened and continue to be a simple brother without blood relationship?

He can't.