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

Before the assistant could recover from the shock and sadness that Fu Jincheng had left him to the pervert Lin Songan, he received another message from Fu Jincheng.

——He is not coming back.

assistant:??!

are you crazy!

The Fu family's mess hasn't been dealt with yet, so it's fine to just leave him behind.

Now I won’t come back.

Does this make sense?

I don’t know whether it makes sense or not, but Fu Jincheng is happy anyway.

From the moment Fu Jincheng heard Wen Yinuo ask whether he was staying permanently or just coming back for a few days, he felt as if he was walking on clouds.

Hehe, Xiaobao asked him if he wanted to live here permanently. Isn't this an active request for him to stay?

He must stay.

As for the Fu family's mess that has yet to be cleaned up...

Anyway, there isn't any big trouble now, so it's okay for him to command from remotely.

Wen Yinuo silently moved the stool, slightly closer to the young man who was nailing things.

Looking at the young man's face, which looked like a fool's smile, Wen Yinuo hesitated for a moment.

How about...he find some time to take his brother to the hospital for a thorough check-up?

Fu Jincheng didn't know that in Wen Yinuo's eyes, he had become a person with a bad brain.

In order to spend more time with Wen Yinuo, Fu Jincheng deliberately pretended not to understand the teaching video, learning step by step and asking questions step by step when he made mistakes.

This made Wen Yinuo more convinced that Fu Jincheng had a problem with his brain.

Wen Yinuo felt helpless as he watched his brother working so hard to get things done.

If he had known it would take so long, he would have done it himself.

Counting the time, Fu Jincheng took more than half an hour to complete the task that could be completed in 57 seconds in the teaching video.

Wen Yinuo looked at the board that was nailed at an angle and felt very tired.

He shouldn't have given this task to Fu Jincheng just because he wanted to be a hands-off boss.

Now it's crooked at first glance. It seems that the board is tilted at least 30 degrees. He has to watch it for one day every time he lives here.

Sooner or later, this thorn could no longer be ignored, so he tore down the boards and the wall.

Fu Jincheng, who had a feeling that something was wrong with the atmosphere, came to his senses from his excitement and his eyes fell on the boy's hands, which were so strong that the bones were visible.

He suppressed the caution in his tone and tried to ask in a natural tone:

"Is it nailed wrong? Don't you like it?"

What was nailed were just a few silver nails and a few white pegboards, all in the irregular shape that Wen Yinuo liked, so theoretically there would be no mistakes.

Wen Yinuo tightened his grip on the phone, his nails digging into his flesh under the cover of the metal.

After taking several deep breaths, he remained calm and indifferent.

"No."

“Nailed it well.”

Forget it. He said to himself, my brother has been away for so long and finally came home, why blame him for such a small matter?

It's just a board that was nailed crookedly. It's okay, it's not a big problem.

Maybe he will get used to it one day after watching it for a while.

Fu Jincheng, who had been staring at the boy's hand, lowered his eyes to hide the doubt in his eyes.

Fu Jincheng was sure that he was not mistaken. From the moment he asked the question, Wen Yinuo's grip on the phone tightened.

If there was no mobile phone, Wen Yinuo's tightening of his hands would turn into clenched fists.

This is a knee-jerk reaction.

In most cases, it means that the person is nervous or depressed.

Judging from Wen Yinuo's relaxation when facing him, it was unlikely that he was nervous.

Then all that's left is repression.

According to the memory of his previous life, Wen Yinuo at this time had not completely lost hope and his mental state was still normal.

So what exactly is he suppressing?

Fu Jincheng couldn't think of it for a moment.

After Wen Yinuo answered, in order to hide his unnaturalness, he stopped sitting and stood up from the chair.

He took out the ornaments that were still in the bucket one by one and arranged them according to size and color.

More than twenty exquisitely shaped ornaments were placed on the display stand in a completely regular pattern, adding an inexplicable sense of weirdness.

Fu Jincheng's eyes quickly swept over the ornaments whose expressions were either elegant, cute, or funny, and his heart was shaken violently.

He finally understood where the weird feeling that had been surrounding him since he met Wen Yinuo came from, besides being happy that he accepted him!

In his memory, Wen Yinuo was spoiled by him and Wen Jian since he was a child. He was indulged and tolerated by the people in the village. He hated the so-called "rules" and all conventional things the most.

Even when he was in school, when the school had a clear rule requiring students to wear uniforms, he would hide the uniform inside his clothes or take it directly into his clothes.

The buttons on clothes are never buttoned properly, and the top button is either buttoned incorrectly or not buttoned at all.

It is common to climb over the wall to skip classes and write self-criticisms.

Even the self-review I wrote could still make the teacher angry a second time.

Not to mention the various small details in life.

Apart from his good grades, Wen Yinuo has nothing to do with the public's perception of a good student or a good child.

How could such a young man, as bright and unique as a star among fireflies, become like this in just less than three years?

Not only did all his interests change, but he even developed compulsive behaviors under the influence of day-to-day discipline.

What did the Gu family do to his little treasure in the past year? !

After arranging the ornaments in a regular pattern, Wen Yinuo became even more annoyed with the crooked shelf.

The board behind the neatly arranged ornaments is not only slanted but also slightly twisted.

Wen Yinuo looked at the placed ornaments seriously. Just as he was thinking about how to adjust them to make the ornaments and the backboard appear more harmonious, two hands reached out to him.

Before Wen Yinuo could react, two hands reached out and quickly swapped the positions of the two ornaments.

The most obvious ones are red and light green.

Wen Yinuo exploded: "What are you doing?!"

"Did I let you touch my things?!"

Fu Jincheng's eyes darkened as he observed the boy's obviously rapid breathing and slightly trembling hands. Before the situation became uncontrollable, he changed the position of the ornaments.

"Don't get excited, Xiaobao." The young man put his hand on the boy's shoulder in a familiar manner, naturally and casually, "I thought you liked to pose like this like before."

Wen Yinuo's rapid breathing gradually calmed down. He slapped away the hand on his shoulder and walked out without looking back:

“Who would like to have something laid out like that?”

It's not against the rules at all.

Fu Jincheng repeatedly rubbed the arm that had been slapped, gritted his teeth and let out an ambiguous laugh.

He followed the route Wen Yinuo took, but did not go out. Instead, he stood at the door of his room.

The lock was not opened when I came in, and now it is just hanging there loosely.

Fu Jincheng rubbed his forehead, opened the door with one hand and closed it immediately, then dialed his assistant's number with a gloomy face.

In his previous life, after he came to power, he was busy dealing with those restless people in the Fu family. When he checked Wen Yinuo, he only checked where he was and did not have time to check his life trajectory in detail.

In this life, he had only been back for less than two months. In such a short time, he had to come back from abroad while avoiding being hunted down, and then send the two relatives who jumped the most excitedly into jail.

In his two lifetimes combined, he had not had time to understand what the boy had experienced after he left Wan Village and before the dead soul came to Wen Yinuo.

Now, he had to find out.

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There are five psychological explanations for clenching your fist. Here are the two that best fit the situation.